He Who Pursues Poison subconsciously activated his Insight skill. Pure white light welled up in his eye sockets, and the *changjian* in his hand was surrounded by an aura.

A baleful aura containing the power of killing. This was a swordsman's passive skill—Tremor!

Specially designed to break ghosts and evil creatures, he instantly entered combat mode, but still couldn't make up his mind. Killing to silence was not what he wanted, but leaving his post and even defecting from the Five Elements Alliance was even more unacceptable. He was caught in a dilemma.

The "Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm" behind the pillar wasn't as conflicted as him. He unhesitatingly dashed out from the shadows. He was a gaunt, gloomy man with ugly features, which of course wasn't his true face. Illusionists were the best masters of disguise in the world, able to change their appearance, temperament, and aura at any time and place.

The Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm dragged a dark and deep *changbian* in his left hand, with illusory runes floating around the whip. It was obviously a prop specifically for dealing with spiritual bodies. His right hand held a copper mirror the size of a washbasin, shining it on the pre-ranked female wraith floating in mid-air in the garage.

He wanted to force He Who Pursues Poison to make a decision with his own actions.

In the current situation, escaping from the Five Elements Alliance or confessing his guilt were both unacceptable costs. In comparison, killing an unknown official Saint was the optimal choice.

He Who Pursues Poison's face twitched. His masseter muscles bulged, as if he had made some kind of decision. He held his sword horizontally to block the Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

The Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm stared at him coldly, "Are you sure you want to become a wanted criminal with me?"

He Who Pursues Poison's left eyebrow twitched. He took a deep breath, "Let's go."

The Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm snorted, "Womanly kindness! You're just like your father, you'll never amount to much in your life!"

At this moment, a calm voice came from the direction of the ramp at the entrance of the underground parking garage, "You can't escape. Since I'm here, none of you will leave."

The two of them held their weapons and looked vigilantly towards the ramp. A figure walked out and appeared in their sight. It was the Fire Master who called himself "Sanqing Daozu."

"He Who Pursues Poison, you are an official executive. You should know that colluding with evil professionals is a capital crime!" Zhang Yuanqing's face was cold, and his tone was stern. "I just heard your legend tonight, and I knew there was something strange about it. Now it seems that those so-called brilliant achievements are just a false image created by your collusion with evil professionals. Your method of gaining political achievements is quite unique."

He Who Pursues Poison gripped his sword hilt, bent his back, and tensed his muscles, saying in a deep voice, "I have my own difficulties, but since you have discovered it, I have nothing to say. Executive Sanqing Daozu, I only ask you to spare one person and let me leave."

"Humph!" Zhang Yuanqing sneered, "You committed a capital crime and still want to leave?"

The Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm narrowed his eyes, his killing intent rising sharply.

He Who Pursues Poison smiled bitterly, knowing that a battle was inevitable.

Huh, they didn't attack. Zhang Yuanqing stopped testing and changed the subject, "I have a few questions to ask you. If your answers satisfy me, I can pretend that tonight's events never happened."

He Who Pursues Poison was stunned and said, "Okay, are you trying to buy time?"

"You only have one chance!" Zhang Yuanqing asked with a cold and aloof attitude, "What is your relationship with this Dream Controller?"

He Who Pursues Poison couldn't help but glance at his companion disguised as an ugly man, hesitated, and said, "Brother, blood brother?". Zhang Yuanqing asked again. "Half-brother."

"Don't play word games with me, I'll get angry. He's my father's adopted son."

"So you use him to gain political achievements?"

"Maintaining border security and eliminating evil forces are our common ideals and pursuits." When He Who Pursues Poison said these words, his expression was meticulous, as if he was swearing to the national emblem.

The Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm sneered, "That's your pursuit and ideal. What I want is revenge."

"No element of profit, not a cooperative relationship based on mutual benefit, but a relationship of brotherhood and kinship?"

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "I understand."

"Now please go back first, I want to talk to this Dream Controller."

He Who Pursues Poison's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "If you still refuse to let us go..."

At this moment, the Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm saw a ghostly shadow emerge from "Sanqing Daozu's" body. Without any disguise, it was a beautiful woman with charming eyes.

He was first stunned and thought about it, then remembered who this wraith was. Connecting her to her master, the Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm's pupils suddenly contracted, and he said quickly, "Go back first."

He Who Pursues Poison's cold and solemn face stiffened slightly, and he turned his head to look at his companion in astonishment.

"Go back first, I'll be fine." The Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm repeated.

He Who Pursues Poison looked at him carefully, and found that his gloomy and cold-blooded brother had put away his hostility and killing intent.

Who exactly is he? He Who Pursues Poison's expression towards Sanqing Daozu changed. After pondering for a few seconds, he said, "Be careful." He put away his *changjian*, turned around, and walked towards the depths of the underground garage. His footsteps echoed in the empty space and then disappeared.

Confirming that he had left, the Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm took out gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on. His features then reverted to those of an honest and honest middle-aged man. He said lightly, "Why are you here?"

"I came to catch a wanted criminal. My Spirit Servant saw you last night. I didn't believe it, so I deliberately called Kou Beiyue to ask and found out that you are from Gui Province," Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile.

The Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Need any help?"

He didn't exchange pleasantries, and didn't seem enthusiastic, but his tone was calm and without any vigilance, like underground party members making contact. Although everyone was meeting for the first time, they all knew that they had common beliefs and ideals. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were comrades who could entrust their lives to each other.

Team members were like this. There was no friendship between them, but there was a belief that was more important than friendship, a common belief.

Yuan Shi Tianzun was a person recognized by Master Wuhen, a person who was allowed to enter the Buddhist temple to listen to the scriptures, so the Wandering Traveler of the Mortal Realm agreed with him. Moreover, deep down, he felt a trace of pity for Yuan Shi Tianzun.

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