Chapter 73: Spirit-Mind Stone, Secret Technique of the Holy Spirit Cult (Part 1)

Like a maggot-like burlap sack, the opening was tied shut with hemp rope.

"This guy is very dangerous!" Wang Xian'er spoke up at the right moment, "If it weren't for Zhang Peng being somewhat familiar with this person, it would have taken quite a bit of effort to capture him."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Xiadie turned her gaze toward Zhang Peng.

"Ahem~"

Zhang Peng coughed twice, a flash of embarrassment crossing his face as he explained, "I've had contact with him quite a few times; the most important thing is that this guy has money and knows how to enjoy himself."

"What does that have to do with you?" A question mark slowly appeared on Xiadie's forehead.

The leader of the Xishui Alliance, acting as the white glove for the Holy Spirit Cult, oversaw one of the three major underground chambers of commerce in Mingdu.

Isn't it perfectly normal for him to have money?

"Miss, you also know that my martial soul had problems before."

"I truly don't have the habit of killing people to cultivate."

"But in order to improve my martial soul, I thought of many ways."

"For example—" Zhang Peng's voice paused, "The Dragon Lady of the Pingfan Alliance has the effect of improving martial souls; my connection with Nangong Wan is related to this."

Xiadie patted her forehead and said helplessly: "Sir, you don't have to be so circuitous."

"I was just afraid that you were too young, Miss, and wouldn't understand." Zhang Peng smiled awkwardly, "Given the relationship between Long Qianbei and the Sun Moon Emperor, the Holy Spirit Cult must abide by the law in Mingdu, at least on the surface."

"So, I was short on money at that time."

"Zhang Peng, don't sully the Miss's eyes." Wang Xian'er sighed helplessly.

She had been wondering why Zhang Peng had acted so familiar with Nangong Wan earlier, just walking up behind him and knocking him unconscious with a single palm strike.

Nangong Wan had finally used his First Soul Skill "Heavenly Entertainment Poison," Second Soul Skill "Poison Tide Breath Movement," and Third Soul Skill "Wind Rises Poison Gushes" all at once.

He had intended to use the overlapping poison mist effect to hide himself, but he was still a step too slow.

In Wang Xian'er's view, Nangong Wan's toxins were indeed not weak.

Xiadie was quite speechless.

Do these two really think she is some kind of naive little flower?

Back when she was writing, what hadn't she seen?

She wasn't exactly a partner of justice either, at least not with such a strong sense of justice.

Xiadie walked to the side of the sack and opened the bag.

A white-haired middle-aged man lay there with his eyes closed; his appearance could still be considered handsome, and his breathing was quite steady. If he were a few years younger, he might have been quite popular.

Thinking about it, that made sense, as he was the face of the Xishui Alliance.

Plus, since Titled Douluo can maintain a youthful state, it was normal for him to look young.

"Wang Lao, I can't take action right now; can you seal his soul power?"

"Oh, right, there's also the poison."

"I'm not sure." Wang Xian'er pondered, thinking of the Spirit Power cultivation method Xiadie had given her, which indeed contained abilities that could act upon the soul and body.

Xiadie stepped back a few paces to let Wang Xian'er come over.

Wang Xian'er's fair hand reached out from her sleeve and pressed against Nangong Wan's forehead.

One minute, two minutes—

Until a quarter of an hour had passed.

"Hoo."

Wang Xian'er withdrew her palm and took a few deep breaths.

"I'm afraid I cannot manage to place a complete restriction like you do."

Wang Xian'er had sealed Nangong Wan's soul power and placed a restriction on him, but she had only been learning Xiadie's Spirit Power cultivation method for a short time, so she could only seal the opponent for one day at most.

"It doesn't matter." Xiadie's voice was calm, "I was just a little worried that this person might go berserk."

In the end, it was just a precaution.

Judging by the original work, Nangong Wan's personality could be considered that of a bully who fears the strong.

Wang Xian'er slapped Nangong Wan across the face.

"Slap!"

A red mark immediately appeared.

"Awoo!"

Nangong Wan cried out in pain.

His eyelids slowly opened, one hand still touching the red mark remaining on his right cheek.

"Where am I?"

"Sir, I am glad you are already a prisoner." Xiadie's voice rang out.

"A prisoner?"

Nangong Wan didn't seem to have reacted yet; he steadied his mind.

The moment his gaze noticed Zhang Peng, the images in his mind suddenly surfaced.

"I, I was knocked unconscious."

"Did you sleep well?" Zhang Peng waved at Nangong Wan, "Now that you're awake, you should listen obediently."

"Sixth Elder, have you betrayed the Holy Spirit Cult?"

From these few words, a bad premonition vaguely rose in Nangong Wan's heart.

"I suppose so!"

The moment these words fell, Nangong Wan's heart skipped a beat.

His entire person perked up as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

With Zhang Peng having betrayed the Holy Spirit Cult, he could not help but be twelve times more alert, wondering what the outcome would be if he, the Holy Spirit Cult's white glove, were caught.

"Six—no, wait, Zhang Peng."

"We have no grudges or enmity, right?"

"The last time you came to me to get money to buy a dragon girl, I didn't say a word and transferred the money to you directly; and two years ago, when you were short on cash, you came to me—"

Nangong Wan spoke in a muddled, even somewhat incoherent manner.

But the content revealed in every sentence made Zhang Peng's face darken by a few shades.

He could even feel two subtle gazes from the side.

Zhang Peng slapped Nangong Wan's shoulder hard, smiling without mirth: "Keep talking, do you want to die?"

"I do this for my martial soul, not in a way as disgusting as your Masked Douluo partner."

"Tch, acting holier-than-thou."

After saying this, Nangong Wan immediately realized he had said the wrong thing and noticed Zhang Peng's face was even darker than before.

"That—"

"Talk about the main point." An abrupt voice came from Xiadie, "Lord Zhang Peng, I am not very interested in your battle record; when I searched your memories back then, I saw some things as well."

"It did not cross the bottom line I recognize too much, so you don't need to worry."

Zhang Peng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Although those dragon girls and such could be considered "consensual" since he obtained them through the Pingfan Alliance, some things could not be brought out into the open.

Good heavens, the young lady actually knew all along.

Hearing Xiadie say this, Zhang Peng breathed a sigh of relief, though thinking about it, if Xiadie did not approve of him, she would not have risked danger to bring him back from the Xiemo Senlin.

Thinking of this, Zhang Peng slapped Nangong Wan's shoulder even harder.

It was very much a "you just wait" rhythm.

Nangong Wan grimaced in pain, not daring to resist.

At this moment, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he had already recognized the three people in front of him.

"Wasn't it just a short while ago that Wu Yun came to find him to confirm the intelligence that Zhang Peng had returned from the Star Luo Empire?"

As a slick and worldly person, Nangong Wan felt that it wasn't an important matter anyway.

An elder bringing two people into the Sun Moon Empire might have had some considerations, who could say.

So he had just chatted a bit with Wu Yun.

In his view, the relationship between Wu Yun and Zhang Peng should have been quite good.

So he simply didn't hide it.

Could it be that something went wrong in the middle?

"How is Wu Yun Elder?" Nangong Wan probed cautiously.

"Wu Yun is dead." Zhang Peng moved his hand away from Nangong Wan's shoulder and said word for word, "Because of him, I had to betray the Holy Spirit Cult."

"Hm? You ask this." Zhang Peng looked at Nangong Wan suspiciously, suddenly thinking of something, and raised an eyebrow, "Speak, was it you who told him that I brought the Medical Immortal and Xiadie here?"

"This—" Nangong Wan's mouth twitched.

Could it really be as he thought, that Wu Yun and Zhang Peng were only surface-level friends?

In reality, both wanted to stab the other in the back.

"I accidentally leaked your information to Wu Yun."

"No, it was him who came to the Xishui Alliance and forced me to tell him the information."

"Hmph!" Zhang Peng snorted coldly, "I was wondering why I was exposed so quickly."

"So it was you, you little scumbag."

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