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"If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't be so wishy-washy!"
Seeing his Blood Sect disciple behaving so pathetically, Fan Lao felt incredibly humiliated. He wanted to hear the important report immediately and then chase the man away.
"Sect, Sect, Sect, Sect Master, I, I..."
However, being pressured by Fan Lao in such a way, the already nervous Blood Sect disciple started to stutter even more. At the same time, Fan Lao's anger was surging upward.
"Alright, Sect Master Fan, don't pressure your disciple anymore. He's being stared at by so many experts at the Dou Huang level or higher, and now you're pressuring him; how could he not be nervous?"
"Little guy, don't be nervous. Just say everything you know. If the information you report is useful to us, I believe Sect Master Fan will not only refrain from blaming you but will even reward you!"
In order for his plan to proceed smoothly, Xiao Lin naturally couldn't let Fan Lao blow his top and kick the man out. Otherwise, how could this play continue?
Xiao Lin's gentle words caused the drenched-in-sweat Blood Sect disciple to slowly calm down.
For this, the disciple even cast a grateful glance toward Xiao Lin. As for Fan Lao, he also realized his loss of composure. Seeing the disciple calm down under Xiao Lin's comfort, he immediately followed Xiao Lin's lead and spoke.
"That's right, don't be nervous. Just report what you know to us. If the information is important, I will directly accept you as a personal disciple!"
To change his image after losing his cool in front of the various heads of the Dou Huang level factions, Fan Lao put on a kind face and made a promise to the disciple.
Sure enough, under the alternating comfort of Xiao Lin and Fan Lao, the Blood Sect disciple finally calmed down completely.
"Sect Master, while I was scouting around the Black-Corner Region these past few days under your orders, I finally made a discovery just now. I found a mysterious person quietly reselling our Blood Sect's medicinal herbs!"
Having fully regained his composure, the Blood Sect disciple immediately revealed a key piece of information.
"What? Are you sure what they were reselling were medicinal herbs from our Blood Sect?"
Upon hearing the report, Fan Lao felt a surge of joy in his heart and immediately followed up with another question.
"There is no mistake, Sect Master. When I saw that mysterious person quietly selling the ingredients, the boxes used to hold them belonged exactly to our Blood Sect! Because of this, I even traded with the buyer to get one of the boxes. Sect Master, please take a look!"
As he spoke, the Blood Sect disciple handed over a square purple wooden box to Fan Lao.
On top of this purple wooden box, a clear character for "Blood" was carved!
"Indeed, this is a box our Blood Sect uses to store medicinal herbs of Tier 5 or higher. The person you saw was indeed selling ingredients belonging to our Blood Sect. Simply damnable!"
Looking at the familiar purple wooden box in his hand, sad memories rushed into Fan Lao's heart.
All those precious medicinal herbs he had painstakingly hoarded for so many years! Thinking about these ingredients being stolen and now being sold by someone else gave Fan Lao the urge to cough up blood.
One should know that to perfectly preserve the medicinal properties of these ingredients above Tier 5, he had specifically commissioned people to craft these special purple wooden boxes.
These boxes could protect the ingredients inside, ensuring the medicinal properties wouldn't dissipate for at least twenty years. Now, he held only the purple wooden box in his hand without the ingredients inside.
He felt like crying!
However, he also knew that now was not the time for sorrow. The most important thing was to find out which faction the bastard selling their Blood Sect's ingredients belonged to.
"Phew... did you track down the identity of the fellow selling my Blood Sect's ingredients?"
Taking a deep breath, Fan Lao tried his best to maintain his inner calm. If possible, he wanted to drag the person selling his ingredients out and tear them into ten thousand pieces!
Fan Lao was not a good person to begin with; he was certainly capable of such a thing.
"No, I didn't..."
Just as the Blood Sect disciple uttered those few words, Fan Lao's gaze fixed on him like a hawk.
"How, however, Sect Master, I tracked that mysterious person and found that their figure finally disappeared near the Black Prison Alliance!"
Seeing his Sect Master about to get angry again, the Blood Sect disciple immediately spat out the rest of his words.
He was afraid that if he spoke any slower, let alone becoming a personal disciple, his best-case scenario would be not disappearing without a trace!
As a disciple of the Blood Sect, who didn't know the temper of their Sect Master, Fan Lao?
"Aargh! That bastard! As expected, it was done by that old fogey from the Black Prison Alliance!"
After the disciple's final sentence fell, Fan Lao truly couldn't restrain himself anymore and let out a roar of fury. In Fan Lao's heart, the Black Prison Alliance was already the most suspicious candidate.
Now, everything was effectively set in stone.
The ambitions of the Black Prison Alliance were something that every Dou Huang level faction leader present knew clearly.
Over the years, the Black Prison Alliance had tested them time and again, wanting to merge their factions into the Black Prison Alliance. However, they were all leaders of Dou Huang level factions, used to being local emperors.
How could they be willing to submit to others and be at someone else's beck and call? Even if the other party was a Dou Zong, it wouldn't do!
Because this was the Black-Corner Region!
As for the "old fogey" Fan Lao mentioned, he was naturally referring to the leader of the Black Prison Alliance, Kuang Feiyu. Just like his name suggested, he was one word: wild!
"Alright, it seems we don't need to continue guessing who did all this," the Sect Master of the Dark Sky Sect, Old Yin Gu, spoke up at this moment, ignoring the enraged Fan Lao.
"Yes, regarding the mastermind being the Black Prison Alliance, we actually had our suspicions long ago. Now, it can be considered completely confirmed," the leader of the Wild Lion Gang, Tie Wu, echoed.
"Since the mastermind has appeared, shouldn't we go to their door to demand justice?" the Sect Master of the Eight Gates, Yuan Yi, said through gritted teeth.
As a newly risen Dou Huang level faction, the Eight Gates' foundation was already weak. Now that their medicinal storehouse had been looted clean, how could Yuan Yi not be furious after learning the mastermind was the Black Prison Alliance?
Simultaneously, the remaining Dou Huang level faction leaders expressed their agreement one after another. With Xiao Lin, a Dou Zong level expert, present, they naturally had the confidence to settle scores with the Black Prison Alliance.
Watching the agitated group of Dou Huang level faction leaders, Xiao Lin silently gave Zi Yan a thumbs-up in his heart.
That's right, the mysterious person selling the Blood Sect's medicinal herbs was naturally Zi Yan, acting under Xiao Lin's arrangements. With Zi Yan's mastery over spatial power, how could she have failed to notice a Blood Sect disciple tailing her?
It could be said that Zi Yan had intentionally let the other party follow. Thus, she successfully led the Blood Sect disciple to the vicinity of the Black Prison Alliance.
Then, relying on her spatial abilities, she vanished directly. Through this string of operations, hadn't she completely led these Dou Huang level faction leaders astray?
As for the leader of the Black Prison Alliance, Kuang Feiyu, it could truly be said he was sitting at home while trouble fell from the heavens!
This "pot of filth" was now clamped onto the Black Prison Alliance's head, and they basically wouldn't be able to wash it off. This much could be seen from the expressions on the faces of the Dou Huang level faction leaders.
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