Right Elder nodded affirmatively, "Rest assured, my Lord, if the memory has been tampered with, I will surely discover it."
Seeing Right Elder's confident reply, Shen Fengqing nodded with satisfaction.
It seemed this fellow could be trusted, for now.
But he still needed to be observed...
At the very least, he had to hand over a compass first.
He currently possessed four compasses. While not from the lowest levels, they were at least from beyond the tenth tier.
Furthermore, he didn't believe the Supernatural Bureau or the Three Great Sects would have the audacity to use two compasses for their scheme.
Even Yu Daohen himself wouldn't have such boldness!
Shen Fengqing had already decided to seize all the compasses within two months and then open the entrance to hell together.
Two days later.
In an office at the Supernatural Bureau headquarters, Yu Daohen had a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Across from him, Nanjing Shuo looked troubled. "Master Yu, how do you expect me to know which sects the three seniors gave the compasses to?"
Yu Daohen exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Master Nan, others may not understand you, but I know you well."
He always thought several steps ahead, devising plans with at least three backup options.
This was precisely the description of the mediator, Nanjing Shuo.
Yu Daohen's tone grew serious. "Master Nan, the Divine Religion has already acquired four compasses. Coupled with Shi Bingzhi's two compasses, that makes six. Do you know what this means?"
Nanjing Shuo sighed with difficulty. "Even so, I truly don't know where the compasses are."
"Really?"
Yu Daohen looked at him with deep suspicion.
Nanjing Shuo nodded affirmatively. "Really!"
"I don't believe you!"
Yu Daohen shook his head, completely unconvinced.
The three seniors had been in the adjacent conference room when they were making their arrangements.
Although Nanjing Shuo hadn't participated, he was certainly recorded.
Nanjing Shuo appeared genuinely helpless. "Master Yu, why don't you believe me?"
Seeing his Oscar-worthy acting, Yu Daohen also became serious. "Master Nan, I know what you're thinking. You simply don't believe Shi Bingzhi would betray us, but the facts are right before our eyes."
Nanjing Shuo fell silent, then inquired, "Master Yu, what exactly is Shi Bingzhi's situation? Are you plotting something?"
Master Yu had only stated that Shi Bingzhi had betrayed them, but hadn't explained why.
Moreover, the motive for Shi Bingzhi's supposed betrayal was full of loopholes.
Based on this alone, Nanjing Shuo was certain.
Shi Bingzhi hadn't truly betrayed them.
But he couldn't figure out what Master Yu and Shi Bingzhi were actually up to.
Yu Daohen shook his head and replied, "No."
Seeing that Master Yu still wouldn't divulge any information, Nanjing Shuo didn't press further. Instead, he said, "Master Yu, I truly don't know which sects the three seniors gave the compasses to."
Seeing that Nanjing Shuo refused to speak, Yu Daohen could only shake his head in resignation and stood up to leave. "Then I'll take my leave for now!"
After seeing Yu Daohen out, Nanjing Shuo sat in his chair, lost in thought.
Meanwhile.
Liu Feng and Qin Muyu began refining the formation, preparing for the impending battle of the gods.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Yu Daohen had visited Nanjing Shuo multiple times, inquiring about the whereabouts of the compasses, but each attempt ended in failure.
Late at night.
Yu Daohen was still in his familiar surroundings when his phone suddenly rang.
Groggily, he opened his phone and saw it was Zhou Fu calling.
Upon answering, Zhou Fu's urgent voice came through, "Master, where are you now?"
Yu Daohen was both surprised and pleased. "I'm at the Midnight Spirit Shop, what's wrong?"
This kid hadn't contacted him for so long. His sudden call today must mean he'd encountered some trouble.
Zhou Fu's voice on the other end was urgent, "Master, I might need your help with something."
Without a second thought, Yu Daohen immediately asked, "Where are you now?"
Zhou Fu stated a location on the phone: "Heilongjiang."
"Alright, I'm coming to find you now."
After hanging up, Yu Daohen packed his belongings and immediately set off for Heilongjiang.
Since their last meeting, he had lost contact with Zhou Fu.
He had thought they might never meet again, but unexpectedly, he received a distress call from the boy today.
Fate truly played tricks on people.
Heilongjiang, Muwu Town.
In a dilapidated room, Zhou Fu put down his phone and looked at the woman beside him with tenderness. "Don't worry, I've already called my master. He'll be here, and we'll be alright."
The woman looked full of self-reproach. "Afu, didn't you say you didn't want to ask your master for help? I..."
Before she could finish, Zhou Fu shook his head and interrupted, "Although I didn't want to ask my master for help, for you, I'm willing to do anything."
Just then, a pungent black gas seeped in through the door crack.
Seeing this, Zhou Fu's expression instantly turned grim. He drew the dagger at his waist, preparing to fight. "They've come so quickly!"
Bang!
The door was kicked open, and three men walked in.
The three men were covered in scales, clearly possessed by some immortal beings.
The leading man stared at Zhou Fu and said impatiently, "Youngster, we won't stop you if you leave now, but if you insist on staying, don't blame us for being merciless!"
"Go!"
Zhou Fu looked at the woman beside him and whispered, then swung his dagger.
The woman knew she would only be a burden if she stayed, so she directly jumped out of the second-floor window.
Others tried to pursue, but Zhou Fu forced them back with his dagger.
Zhou Fu looked at the three and pleaded slightly, "Why won't you three immortals let her go?"
The leading man's eyes were sharp. "This is a family matter for us 'Chuma Xian' (spirit mediums). It's not your place to meddle, boy."
Seeing that negotiation was impossible, Zhou Fu decided to stop holding back. "This woman and I are deeply in love, and her affairs are my affairs."
"Hmph!"
The leading man snorted and spat out a stream of black energy.
Zhou Fu, not to be outdone, formed a hand seal, inhaled sharply, and spewed out flames.
The black energy and the flames collided, neither gaining the upper hand.
The other two disciples seized the opportunity and charged forward, their sharp claws extended.
Zhou Fu, outnumbered, managed to block one person's attack, but the other's claws struck his chest squarely.
Zhou Fu stumbled back. The two were about to press their advantage, but Zhou Fu repelled them by shooting out two talismans.
Regaining his footing, Zhou Fu saw three horrifying claw marks on his chest, blood flowing continuously, yet he still blocked the window, preventing the three from pursuing the woman.
The leading man shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Kid, why are you doing this? With the enemy at our gates, infighting benefits neither of us."
Zhou Fu shook his head and said, "If you three immortals are willing to let her go, I will immediately cease resisting."
The leading man's gaze was resolute. "Impossible. That woman is a disciple of our 'Chuma Xian.' She broke the rules and deserves punishment."
Seeing that the other party refused to back down, Zhou Fu's tone turned cold. "Then I have no choice but to fight with my life!"
Faced with Zhou Fu's desperate stance, the three men found themselves in a difficult situation.