Chapter 142: The Great Moving Heavenly Mirror

Zhao Xidong swore he would never joke with Xiao Laoda again. This was simply unbearable!

How could someone resort to violence just because of a casual remark?

Come on, have some respect!

He stood up and explained, "Actually, the first time I saw her, I felt she was very strange. How to put it? She just seemed out of place..."

"Ah, I can't quite explain it." He gestured awkwardly, then added, "She just looks like someone..."

Xiao Qixiu's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably. What did he mean by that? Was Mo Mo not human?

"Do you know what you're saying?" His voice was low, barely containing his anger.

Zhao Xidong panicked. "No, no, not like that! I mean... others are ordinary people, and she looks like an ordinary person, you get it? That's what I meant!"

The four of them fell silent. To be honest, none of them had much interaction with Mo Mo.

"She's not a spy." Qiao Zhanglao shook his head.

Back when he was gathering intelligence for Xu Xiaoshou, he had investigated the girl, and nothing seemed suspicious...

If there was anything unusual, it was her innate attribute power, which was extremely rare, like a phoenix feather or a unicorn horn.

But she was a genius—what could you do about that?

Ling Gong had existed for so long that every few years, some promising talents would emerge, and that was perfectly normal.

Zhao Xidong had nothing more to say. "If it's not Xu Xiaoshou and Mo Mo, I can't think of anyone else."

"The elders in the Nei Yuan are all very straightforward. After all, we've been classmates for years and have some connections, so it's hard to spot any issues with them."

No one took it too seriously; it was just a casual question anyway.

Sang Lao looked at Ye Xiaotian. "Don't waste time—use the 'Da Ban Tianjing'!"

Da Ban Tianjing was Ye Xiaotian's exclusive space-based super ability, allowing him to view scenes from vast distances at specific locations.

However, Ye Xiaotian didn't agree right away. He turned his head and said, "If they were in the same space, using 'Da Ban Tianjing' would be effortless for me, but now they're all in a different dimensional space..."

"Do you know how difficult that is?"

Sang Lao nodded. "Just say it—how long can you hold it?"

"Ten seconds."

"Is that the limit?" Sang Lao asked, puzzled.

"Yes, ten seconds is already quite long!"

"Ah... that's so short."

Ye Xiaotian paused for a moment, then veins bulged on his forehead. "Sang Lao, do you believe I could slice you up in space?"

"Hee hee hee hee hee..." Qiao Qianzhi burst into laughter, wiping away tears as he said, "Come on, stop messing around, you two. Ten seconds it is!"

Ye Xiaotian didn't even turn his head. "Are you sure you want to watch now?"

"What else?" Qiao Qianzhi glanced at the spirit disk on the table. "One of the twelve Zhenjie Zhi Bao has already been taken. Who knows where the second one might go if we delay."

Ye Xiaotian sneered, "It's only the first day—who's to say the situation isn't at its worst right now?"

Everyone was stunned. What he said made sense!

But... it sounded so terrifying!

"Jinx!" Qiao Qianzhi felt awful. If something happened to Tianxuan Men, he'd be the one fixing the grand array.

Sang Lao tapped his chopsticks on the table, lost in thought. He had to admit, Ye Xiaotian had a point.

After all, based on his guess, Xu Xiaoshou might not have made his move yet—he was still too weak... so it was possible there really were two spies in Tianxuan Men.

"We can't wait any longer. Let's take a look first. If things go wrong, we'll have to intervene in Tianxuan Men and send in enforcers."

Ye Xiaotian glanced at the others and, seeing no objections, nodded.

This was indeed the best option for now.

"Da Ban Tianjing!"

He slapped his palms into the void, and his eyes flashed with countless images. Soon, Ye Xiaotian's body trembled, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Whoosh!

A light screen flickered to life in the narrow room. The image wasn't very clear, but it showed the contents inside.

It was a black arena, with congealed dark red blood on the ground and eight large iron doors around it.

The iron doors swung open, and knife-wielding steel puppets emerged, their killing intent almost tangible.

"The killing field!"

Zhao Xidong recognized it at a glance—he was very familiar with the place.

Seeing the one-armed young man surrounded by the steel puppets, he exclaimed, "Zhou Tianshen? What's he doing there, seeking death?"

But as soon as the steel puppets appeared, the one-armed young man swung his golden overlord blade in a spinning slash. The killing momentum concentrated on the blade's surface, slicing one puppet from bottom to top in half.

The force didn't stop; it even turned back toward his own body. If his left arm hadn't been gone, he might have cut it off right then.

Everyone was shocked. They all knew Zhou Tianshen originally had two arms.

Now, seeing this, had he really cut it off himself?

Sang Lao's eyes narrowed. "Duanni?"

Suddenly, he remembered that day in the Ling Zang Ge, when the boy had pulled out a spirit technique from a corner...

"It looks like he really practiced that sinister thing."

"What's Duanni?" Zhao Xidong was confused. From the name, it sounded like a self-mutilating spirit technique!

"You probably don't know about it. It's from the previous era—a fanatical one-armed blade god. Ever heard of him?"

"No."

"Heh, you little kid!" Sang Lao turned to Ye Xiaotian. "Switch it. That boy can't be the spy. Next scene."

Ye Xiaotian struggled to wipe the image, and it switched.

"Hurry up! Are you going to take forever on one?"

The biggest drawback of this spirit technique was that he couldn't see the image himself; he had to rely on others to guide him.

"Switch!"

Sang Lao knew it was tough for him, so he didn't dwell—decide life or death in one glance.

"Keep switching!"

"Stop!"

Ye Xiaotian stopped just in time. He looked at the four people in front of him and saw their strange expressions.

"What's wrong?" He was curious, itching to know.

The scene was one of the twelve Mi Jing: "Senluo Mi Lin." Ancient trees towered, branches lush and dense, with thick life spiritual energy forming a mist that could be felt even through the space.

But what made everyone look odd wasn't that—it was the girl in green floating above an ancient well.

The surging life spiritual energy was being drawn into her body, as if her form was the center of a storm.

The girl's face was flushed, her twin tails flying, like she was drunk. Bubbles kept escaping her mouth as she muttered, "Gu ji gu ji."

"Mu Zixi?" Qiao Zhanglao burst out laughing. "Sang Lao, your two disciples are quite the characters!"

Sang Lao's face darkened. This was annoying!

Others get drunk on wine, but she's drunk on life force?

Xu Xiaoshou had already been embarrassing enough, and now his junior sister couldn't even give him some credit?

"Switch!"

Ye Xiaotian was about to move when Xiao Qixiu stopped him. "Wait!"

"You see, she's floating above the 'Shengming Gu Jing.' Maybe she's looking for the 'Shengming Ling Yin'?"

Sang Lao rolled his eyes skyward. "She's drunk like that—how could she be looking for anything? It's a miracle she hasn't fallen in."

Xiao Qixiu: "That makes sense."

"Hurry up!" Ye Xiaotian urged.

"Switch!"

The scene changed again.

At the top of a black waterfall cliff stood a girl drawing her sword…

"Lei Lei?" Everyone jumped up in shock, in disbelief.

Planted in the cliff top was clearly one of the twelve Zhenjie Zhi Bao: the "Hei Luo Jianqiao." So… was she the spy?

"Wait, look over there!" Zhao Xidong suddenly noticed the upper right of the image.

"A leg?"

"Move the image over!" Everyone was anxious—it could be the two spies working together!

But Ye Xiaotian was already at his limit. As the image shifted, it shattered into points of light with a hiss.

In that instant, everyone saw clearly whose leg it was.

A boy in underwear, his face full of shock.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Everyone turned to Sang Lao. First, there was the girl drunk on life force hovering over the ancient well, and now the young man flying through the air in his underwear.

"Not bad, Sang Lao—your eye for disciples is… truly unmatched!"

Qiao Qianzhi slapped Sang Lao on the shoulder, wiping some grime from his hand as he did, then couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.

"Hee hee hee hee hee..."

Sang Lao swayed, his liver aching with anger.

How could Xu Xiaoshou be with the spy?

Could it be... he had really miscalculated?