167 Traces of the Skydemon Sec

2nd March, morning.

Jiang State Capital.

Meng Chuan—looking like an ordinary saber user—began patrolling the city as usual. He held a few piping-hot meat buns in his hands as he ate. He didn’t look very special, but he was constantly scanning his surroundings with his perception domain.

Ever since the Great Relocation Plan had begun in earnest, Meng Chuan would patrol the city five times a day. Thrice when the sun was up, and twice at night! Be it the three supreme sects or Godfiends like Meng Chuan; they believed that the demon monarchs didn’t care about the number of demons that had died at the city passes over the years! Now that they knew the state capitals and prefecture cities were empty, it was impossible for them to remain unmoved by the rare opportunity.

The humans were out in the light, while the demons lurked in the dark! Meng Chuan dared not slack off.

“Oh?” Meng Chuan suddenly paused. He had picked up on two weak demonic auras—roughly a kilometer away.

“Hurry up and take action. The higher-ups said that we must report back in three days,” said the thin man. “Without sufficient intelligence to satisfy them, we will all suffer.”

The yellow-robed woman panicked when she heard that.

Skydemon Sect’s punishments were extremely cruel.

…

Meng Chuan stood on the roof. He could clearly hear the conversation between the two Skydemon disciples since he was within 200 hundred feet. He wasn’t in a hurry to capture them since he was eavesdropping on their conversation.

An entire batch of disciples have entered Jiang State Capital? It looks like it’s far more than the two of them! They have to report in three days?

Creak.

Just as the two Skydemon Sect disciples opened the door and were about to leave the house, invisible Quintessential Essence swept past them. The duo instantly fainted.

Meng Chuan appeared beside them.

try { window._mNHandle.queue.push(function () { window._mNDetails.loadTag("386623558", "300x250", "386623558"); }); } catch (error) { }

In fact, with a second-stage Essence Soul, he could also use a few Essence Soul mystic techniques. An Enchantment Spell could easily control these two mortals. However, he still needed to capture spies and didn’t have time to interrogate them slowly.

“Leave it to me. I know a few illusion spells,” said Zhang Yunfeng with a smile. He was a shrewd, old man and naturally had a few additional tricks up his sleeves.

“I’ll continue investigating.” Meng Chuan disappeared with a whoosh.

“He’s fast!” Yang Fang exclaimed. “Furthermore, he’s good at reconnaissance. I wonder if he has condensed an Essence Soul or some special mystic technique.”

“Most importantly, he’s young,” said Zhang Yunfeng wistfully. “Godfiends like Junior Brother Meng are Archean Mountain and our human world’s hope. Old fellows like us are not far off from a coffin.”

Yang Fang nodded slightly.

Both of them were peak Great Solar Godfiends, but their bodies had aged too much. It was impossible for them to become Marquis Godfiends. That was all to their lives. In contrast, Meng Chuan was like the rising sun.

“If we encounter danger, we have to protect Junior Brother Meng’s life even if we die,” said Zhang Yunfeng.

“Don’t worry. As long as we stall for time, with Junior Brother Meng’s speed, he will naturally be able to protect himself,” said Yang Fang.

Zhang Yunfeng nodded before walking to a side hall. The two Skydemon Sect disciples floated up into the side hall.