Chapter 295: Doesn’t Look Like a Good Guy

Blood Cloud Sect.

Wang Fang’s face broke into a satisfied smile as he listened to the subordinate’s report.

“So the entrance to the underground palace has finally been confirmed? Are all the preparations complete?”

The subordinate, visibly excited, nodded.

“Everything is ready!”

Wang Fang stood up, eyes burning with ambition.

“Everyone, give it your all! As long as we can seize the treasures within the Blood Blossom Underground Palace, our Blood Cloud Sect will surely reclaim its rightful position at the top of the Sacred Gate hierarchy!”

“Yes, sir!” the followers shouted in unison, high in morale.

The Xuanhuang Continent was ablaze with conflict. Every demonic sect and eccentric power had begun to stir—and it all traced back to the Blood Cloud Sect opening the Blood Burial Secret Realm.

The sect had been very generous, handing over many of the realm’s treasures to the Sacred Gate, which had massively boosted its overall strength—enough to rival even the Sky Vault Holy Land.

But after that, Blood Cloud Sect went quiet.

Apart from a brief action in Yellow Mist City to retaliate against Chen Fei, they had remained low-key, doing almost nothing to draw attention. The Sacred Gate was too busy celebrating their newfound power to notice anything unusual.

In truth, long ago, Blood Cloud Sect had used a treasure map obtained from the Blood Burial Secret Realm to locate an area near the Menghuo Kingdom’s border. The Blood Blossom Underground Palace had yet to fully emerge, and its exact location had proven extremely difficult to pinpoint.

But persistence pays off, and now they had found it.

“There are many treasures inside the palace,” Wang Fang muttered, a crimson orb floating above his hand.

“But those don’t matter. If I can obtain the Fallen God’s Hand, my cultivation will skyrocket!”

This orb was the very foundation of his power.

What Wang Fang didn’t know was that, far in the distance, one of the servants nearby briefly emitted an unusual aura—one that flickered for just an instant.

“Fallen God’s Power? Who would’ve thought I’d find it here…”

The servant’s eyes gleamed with a strange light, and a faint smile curled on his lips.

He had only come to avenge the desecration of his essence, but this surprise discovery delighted him. The trace of the Evil God’s Will quickly withdrew to avoid detection.

Wang Fang had vaguely sensed the fluctuation and immediately turned around—but saw nothing. He frowned, swept his senses around, but found no trace of abnormality, and let it go.

Starlight Forest, on the Menghuo Kingdom’s border—now completely occupied by the Blood Cloud Sect.

The once-dense forest was riddled with massive pits and excavation sites.

Chen Fei, standing in the shadows watching the figures moving about, smirked.

“Wang Fang… I wonder if you’ve prepared any extra gifts this time?”

With a flicker, his body transformed, taking on the form of a demonic cultivator. He slipped seamlessly into the Blood Cloud ranks.

By now, this kind of infiltration was second nature to him—smooth and practiced.

“Don’t slack off! The Young Sect Master has promised that once this job is done, we’ll all get a good rest—and we’ll get first pick of the treasures inside the palace! Stay sharp!”

A supervisor barked out orders.

Chen Fei turned and mimicked the others, digging and blending in like just another grunt—no suspicion raised.

But he frowned slightly.

He could clearly sense that Peach Blossom Fairy and her group were headed straight toward him.

That wasn’t normal.

To blend in with the Blood Cloud Sect, Chen Fei had deliberately chosen the most crowded area—a place where even keen pursuers would struggle to pick him out.

And yet, Peach Blossom Fairy and company were coming right toward him without hesitation.

Which meant… his cover was blown.

But how?

The only explanation was the Black-Red Banner.

It was the core of the Blood Fiend Formation, valued at 100,000 merit points.

After stealing it, Chen Fei had tossed it directly into the Void Heaven Cauldron, without ever thoroughly inspecting it.

The material was unique—exactly the type the cauldron loved to consume.

Chen Fei had worried that inspecting it too closely might trigger the cauldron to devour it entirely.

But now, sensing the danger, he didn’t hesitate anymore.

He threw the banner into the cauldron.

As expected, the Void Heaven Cauldron instantly reacted, pulling in the banner with powerful suction.

As it dissolved, a faint peach blossom-shaped mark surfaced—a tracking seal.

But before it could do anything, it was destroyed inside the cauldron’s depths.

“Huh?”

Peach Blossom Fairy, mid-chase, suddenly halted.

The others stopped instinctively, confused.

“What is it?” White Lotus asked.

Peach Blossom Fairy frowned.

“I can no longer sense the peach blossom seal.

Chen Fei might have erased it from the Black-Red Banner.”

The group looked at each other, uncertain.

White Lotus thought for a moment.

“With his current power, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to notice and erase a mark like that.”

“But why now?” Peach Blossom Fairy asked coldly.

“He could’ve done it earlier, or later—but he chose now. What does that tell you?”

A chill ran down the spines of the group.

“It means he did it on purpose.”

Ironically, she was wrong.

Chen Fei had never imagined he was being tracked in the first place. He had only sensed something odd just now and acted on instinct. Losing 100,000 merit points stung, but better that than leave a dangerous hidden threat on him.

But this honest move led Peach Blossom Fairy to completely misread the situation.

“Wait a second… there’s a lot of activity up ahead,” Eight Ghosts muttered, narrowing his eyes.

Peach Blossom Fairy looked up.

This was the Starlight Forest—borderland territory with no real dangers, but also nothing worth visiting.

Yet here they were—a swarm of people clearly up to something shady.

“Why bother guessing?” White Lotus snorted, then vanished in a blur.

“Grab someone and ask.”

With her level of cultivation, capturing someone was a matter of seconds.

She returned moments later, pinning down a terrified cultivator.

“Who are you people?! What are you doing here? Speak!”

The man was stunned.

Just a moment ago, he had been dutifully digging a hole in silence, and now—bam—he was suddenly on the ground, surrounded by dangerous-looking strangers.

Even though he was a demonic cultivator, his scalp tingled in fear.

These people…

None of them looked like good guys.