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Seeing this scene, Chen Anlin's heart stirred.
The saying goes, "A slight smile at the corner of the mouth, a grin from the King of Hell, and death is unpredictable." When these children of fortune wear such smiles, it signifies something extraordinary! Could it be that he really has a way? Perhaps this is his golden finger!
Chen Anlin's mind raced as he recalled what golden fingers could make spiritual herbs grow rapidly. Soon, a thought struck him—could it be that old demon's little green bottle?
In an instant, Chen Anlin felt a surge of excitement. That was a precious item! If he could obtain it, it would mean he would no longer lack those top-tier spiritual herbs in the future. However, such treasures must be hidden deep and not easily obtained. Going in hard would be unwise; after all, this was the territory of the Hundred Flowers Sect.
"Miss Wu, your junior brother really knows how to boast. Isn’t he afraid that the wind will blow his tongue away? Those spiritual herbs aged over a hundred years are few even in the Empress's palace. What kind of status does he have to possess those?" Chen Anlin scoffed.
Zhang Xiaoli was annoyed. "Chen, just wait and see! I'm not talking to an idiot. Miss Wu, it's getting late; we should leave."
Chen Anlin cupped his hands towards Wu Qianlian. "I'll see you later."
"Alright," she replied.
After Chen Anlin left, Wu Qianlian looked at Zhang Xiaoli with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "Xiaoli, first thing in the morning, you need to apologize to Chen!"
With that, she slammed the door shut.
On his way back, Zhang Xiaoli grumbled under his breath, "Apologize? What a joke! Even if he really treated my senior sister’s illness, so what? It’s wrong to take off your clothes!"
But it didn’t matter; once he brought out those herbs, his senior sister would definitely look at him in a new light.
Excitedly, Zhang Xiaoli pulled out a small blue bottle from his pocket.
As Chen Anlin just returned home, Yang Dou's figure appeared.
"Sister Dou, I was just about to tell you something. From now on, keep an eye on that Zhang Xiaoli," Chen Anlin said with a smile.
"Zhang Xiaoli seems a bit foolish and his strength isn't high. Why should we monitor him?" Yang Dou asked, puzzled.
"I suspect he has something valuable!"
"Got it. But now isn't the time to investigate him. I just discovered something while checking this place. I unexpectedly saw Zhao Liguo talking to a masked man, acting suspiciously. Later, I followed him to the valley where the Sect Master is in seclusion. I found that the elders and disciples guarding that area were all unconscious."
"What?" Chen Anlin's expression changed slightly.
"Zhao Liguo is a traitor of the Baihua Sect!" Yang Dou said with utmost certainty.
At that moment, Chen Anlin's face paled.
"No wonder the Baihua Sect was wiped out overnight in the novel. It turns out there was a traitor."
"Let's go take a look."
"Should we call the others?"
"Wu Qianlian is injured and lacks strength, so she’s out of the question. As for the others, I’m not sure if we can trust them."
Chen Anlin shook his head, ultimately deciding to go alone first while asking Yang Dou to summon Chang Wei.
"Xiao Anzi, wait for me. Don't act recklessly."
"Don't worry."
Once Yang Dou left, Chen Anlin moved swiftly through the darkness toward the valley where the Sect Master was in seclusion.
He recalled that Su Menghan had mentioned this place during their previous stroll; it was heavily guarded.
But no matter how tight the defenses are during the day or night, it's hard to guard against a family traitor!
No one expected that the Grand Elder Zhao Liguo would turn out to be a traitor.
Upon arriving here, Chen Anlin noticed that the two disciples guarding the perimeter were sprawled on the ground, drowsy and completely unconscious.
With a thought, he unleashed his powerful spiritual energy to sense the surroundings.
Soon, he made a discovery.
Within the entire valley, all the elders and disciples stationed here were in a deep slumber. The formations protecting this place had all been disabled.
At the entrance of a cave, a masked figure was on guard, sitting cross-legged in meditation.
Meanwhile, inside the cave, the sect leader Yang Bingyi was disheveled and flushed, staring at Zhao Liguo, who was grinning at her from across the room.
"Zhao Liguo, what have you given me? Why... why..."
Yang Bingyi gritted her teeth, struggling to control the strange emotions rising within her. The more she tried to suppress her powerful aura, the stronger those feelings became.
Zhao Liguo smiled slightly, his gaze drifting down to Yang Bingyi's long, fair legs.
"Leader, at ninety-nine years old, your skin is even softer than that of some young girls. I truly didn't expect this."
As she met Zhao Liguo's predatory gaze, Yang Bingyi felt an icy chill in her heart.
"Someone! Someone!"
"Haha, Leader, at this point, do you still not understand? I've already used a potent illusion drug to put everyone outside into a deep sleep. Now it's just you and me here. To put it bluntly, whatever I want you to do now, you'll have to do!"
Zhao Liguo slowly approached her with a lewd glint in his eyes and suddenly grabbed her hair.
"Do you know how I've spent these past ten years? Back then, I was qualified to become the sect leader, but those people voted for you instead!"
"Well then, don't blame me."
"My dear leader, rest assured that I won't simply kill you. You're too beautiful; you'll serve me from now on! Hahaha!"
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