TSFLIP Chapter 387

Mystic Sect – Midnight

Feng Guang was about to take an afternoon nap, so she bid farewell. The man gently caressed the red tassel on his sword, his expression softening. Two months…

He had never felt time pass so slowly.

He did not sheathe the Cold Abyss Sword but instead placed it by his bedside, ensuring that any disturbance would immediately rouse him.

There were some things Feng Guang would never know.

For instance, just how long he had been waiting to hear her voice.

At the stroke of midnight, a knock suddenly echoed at his door. The visitor was an elderly man with a graying beard—his master, the one who had raised him.

Uncertain why his master would visit him at this late hour, he still bowed respectfully. “Master.”

Yimu Daoist spoke, “I have come tonight to entrust you with a task.”

“What does Master wish me to do?”

The old man sighed. “Do you still remember why I sent you to the Demon Suppression Tower?”

“Because the seals within the tower were weakening, and Master feared demons might escape. Thus, you ordered me to reinforce the seals.”

“Yes, and you suffered serious injuries because of it.”

He lowered his head. “This disciple has failed to live up to Master’s expectations.”

“You need not blame yourself. Though you were injured, you ensured that the seal remained intact.” Yimu Daoist’s expression grew contemplative. “However, I am curious—who was the young woman who rescued you from the tower that day?”

Without hesitation, he replied, “This disciple was unconscious at the time, so I do not know who she was.”

“Hmm…” Yimu Daoist paced slowly. “Your junior brothers claim that she wielded the Heavenly Thunder Curse with ease. If our sect has such a promising talent, I should have known about her. Yet, no disciple like the one they described exists within the sect. I only hope that this woman is not some demon or heretic who infiltrated us.”

He remained silent.

“For now, we will set aside the matter of this woman. The reason I sent you to the Demon Suppression Tower was because the seal had weakened—but the seal was created by our Grandmaster, and it should be impossible for it to deteriorate on its own.”

“Master believes… someone tampered with it?”

“Exactly.” Yimu Daoist’s voice grew grave. “And that is why I have come to you tonight.”

“What would you have me do?” He quickly understood—only someone from within the Mystic Sect, someone well-versed in its techniques, could locate and manipulate the seal.

Yimu Daoist’s tone was heavy. “I suspect the Elder of the Sword Cleansing Hall.”

“The Sword Cleansing Elder?” He was taken aback. That elder was known for his fairness and strict adherence to the rules. In his youth, he had even received instruction from the elder himself.

Yimu sighed. “You are aware that the previous Discipline Hall Elder was stripped of his position and imprisoned at the Cliff of Reflection for colluding with the Demon Sect. He later died of illness. That is why I appointed you to oversee the Discipline Hall in his stead. However, the Sword Cleansing Elder is his blood brother. I fear resentment has taken root in his heart, leading him to commit this act.”

“Master… do you have any evidence?”

“None.” Yimu shook his head. “Which is why I need you to investigate.”

“What do you mean, Master?”

“To tamper with the seal of the Demon Suppression Tower, one would need an artifact to withstand the defensive lightning array—only the Celestial Compass can do that. But the Celestial Compass has been missing for many years. Tomorrow, I will invite the Sword Cleansing Elder for a game of chess. While he is distracted, you will infiltrate his courtyard and search for the Celestial Compass.”

He was silent for a moment before replying in a low voice, “Understood, Master.”

Yimu Daoist’s gaze softened. “I know you despise such underhanded tactics, but for the sake of the Mystic Sect, you are the only one I can trust.”

“I… will not fail you, Master.”