Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan
Chapter 642 - 648: Disappointment

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Returning to the marketplace he had previously stayed in, Li Zhirui did not rush to pass the message to those few spies; he waited a few days before he began to take action.

That very night, he quietly sneaked into the room of the Foundation Establishment cultivator, leaving behind a small booklet and a piece of paper with only a few words written on it.

"I hope you're not a fool and can understand the meaning of the booklet," Li Zhirui murmured to the sleeping cultivator.

Afterward, he quickly vanished without a trace.

The next day, when the sun was three poles high, Wang Chenyi woke up groggily, holding his head and saying, "What happened to me?"

His first reaction was that he had been set up and attacked; anxious, he got up to see if he had lost anything.

But the items placed on the wooden table instantly drew his attention, "Someone has been here!"

Hurrying over, he picked up the thin booklet without hesitation and began to leaf through it.

He wasn't worried about any traps in it, because if the other party really wanted to act, they could have killed him without anyone knowing the previous night; there was no need for such superfluous actions.

The booklet contained two short fables. The content was very brief—one was about a king who repeatedly made a fool of the lords to win a smile from a beauty, only to die at the hands of an enemy's military force; the other was about a child who lied, tricked the villagers, and ended up being devoured by wolves.

The stories were very simple and easy to understand, both expressing the same content: Using the same trick over and over to deplete the trust and patience of others eventually leads to harming oneself.

This left Wang Chenyi somewhat puzzled, not understanding the purpose of the person who left the booklet.

But when he saw the content on the paper slip at the end, his pupils contracted sharply, and his expression became extremely serious in an instant.

The note read: The deadline to delay the Tribulation can be extended by no more than one year, and in ten days, it will be the expiry date!

To avoid exposure, Li Zhirui deliberately cut out a dozen words from a dictionary and pasted them onto a blank piece of paper, even scattering spiritual objects to erase the scent.

As for divining fate? It was almost impossible to locate him, possibly because of his transmigration or maybe owing to some mysterious space, which kept Li Zhirui's fate hidden in thick fog, utterly undivinable.

Upon seeing this, Wang Chenyi could no longer care about exposing his identity; he hurried to find his superior, handing over the booklet and slip of paper, and said anxiously, "Senior, the Profound Ice Sect may indeed have a Nascent Soul undergoing Tribulation Transcendence!"

"Where did you get these things?"

"I don't know who delivered them to my room last night."

The superior's eyes flickered with contemplation, pondering something.

"It seems that even within the upper echelons of the Profound Ice Sect, there are those who do not wish to see the emergence of Divine Transformation cultivators," the superior said softly, his expression sharpening, "I will pass the message on as soon as possible!"

Otherwise, how could they know such confidential information?

Bear in mind, the highest position held by the Devil Race's undercover agents within the Profound Ice Sect was that of an Executor, just one step away from being an Elder!

Even he was unaware of this information.

"You go back first. Try to find out more about the Profound Ice Sect's movements these next few days; any action will do!"

"Yes, Senior, I'll get right to it," said Wang Chenyi as he hurried away.

That afternoon, the superior left quietly, heading straight for the Great Snow Mountain!

Li Zhirui, observing secretly, watched this unfold and couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, 'With the Devil Race having this message, they should be able to stop the Profound Ice Sect, right?'

He was certain that to prevent the birth of a Divine Transformation cultivator, the Devil Race would fight desperately, no matter the cost.

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They knew what fate would befall them if they failed to prevent what was impending!

If the Li family and other human race forces still had a chance to submit, then the Devil Race had only death awaiting them!

Seizing the opportunity before a major battle erupted, Li Zhirui hurried back to Wanxian Island and sent an order to Li Darong using the family's Jade Token.

"The ancestor has come out of seclusion?"

After reading the message, Li Darong, despite being full of doubt and confusion, still followed the instructions, ordering all clan members hidden in Profound Ice State to return within three days!

"Could it be that something big is about to happen in Profound Ice State? But the ancestor has been in seclusion these days; how could he know about this?"

However, he quickly became preoccupied with a plethora of affairs and buried himself in handling myriad trivial matters.

"Where have you been these days?"

Li Zhirui planned to rest in the family residence for one night before heading to Profound Ice State the next day.

He didn't expect that his whereabouts would arouse Jiang Fengwu's suspicion.

But that was to be expected, after all; despite his caution, living in the same courtyard meant some traces might be left behind.

"What are you talking about? I have always been in the quiet room, cultivating and practicing alchemy," Li Zhirui certainly wouldn't admit the truth, since what he had done amounted to betraying the human race and selling out its interests.

"Really?" Jiang Fengwu looked at him skeptically, always feeling that he was lying, yet without concrete evidence.

Li Zhirui's expression remained undisturbed as he asked curiously, "Why would you think that?"

"A woman's sixth sense!"

"You suspect that I've been out fooling around, don't you?" Li Zhirui raised an eyebrow and said with amusement, "Rest assured, you're the only one in my heart. The rest are just trivialities."

"Hmph! The mouth of a man, a deceitful ghost," Jiang Fengwu snorted, turning away and saying, "Give me a few bottles of Precious Pills, I'm going back into seclusion."

Li Zhirui smiled slightly, still under suspicion? He took out several bottles of Precious Pills he had refined over the past few days, "Is this enough? If not, I can get you a few more."

Having nothing better to do while lurking in the marketplace, he had entered a space and refined a few bottles of Precious Pills to pass the time, never expecting they would come in handy here.

"That's enough," Jiang Fengwu nodded in satisfaction and turned to return to her own quiet room for seclusion.

Watching her close the door, Li Zhirui closed his eyes and seriously sensed for a moment; not detecting any observation from Jiang Fengwu's line of sight or Divine Sense, he sent a message to Da Qing, "Da Qing, you take my place in seclusion. I'll transform into your form and leave at dawn tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Jiu," Da Qing replied.

Da Qing, aware of what Li Zhirui had been up to recently, asked curiously, "What's the situation with the Profound Ice Sect?"

"Not too bad; I've uncovered some clues. Barring any surprises, there shouldn't be any threat to the family."

Da Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was also part of the Devil Race, as a relative tied to Li Zhirui by life and death, he naturally sided with the Li family.

The night passed without incident.

The next day at noon, Da Qing, who had been transformed by Li Zhirui, left the cave dwelling and stealthily departed from Wanxian Island, heading straight for Profound Ice State.

This time, however, he didn't go to the small marketplace, but to an Immortal City near the Great Snow Mountain. He needed to observe the Devil Race's movements up close to see whether they believed his conjecture or not.

Li Zhirui had initially thought that the Devil Race would take action upon receiving the intelligence, but the result was a profound disappointment to him.