Chapter 904: An Inside Informant
Chapter 904: An Inside Informant
Mo Hua's eyes shone with excitement, revealing a dazzling brilliance.
This was the true Thunder-Magnetic World!
It was a world governed by the laws of thunder and magnetism, forming an ocean of primordial magnetism.
Within this ocean, various cultivators, bizarre consciousnesses, and intricate information were presented through the form of primordial magnetism. Through the conduction, interweaving, connection, and convergence of lightning streams, they came together in a mysterious and profound manner.
Although invisible to the naked eye, with the help of the Lightning Magnetic Puppet, Mo Hua personally sensed this magnificent thunder-magnetic spectacle that ordinary cultivators would never have the chance to witness, existing in the microscopic realm.
Mo Hua was deeply shaken by this sight.
After a moment, he finally snapped out of his daze.
"It's time to do something meaningful..."
Mo Hua pondered for a moment before starting to manipulate the Lightning Magnetic Puppet, navigating through the Thunder-Magnetic Flow of the Demon Sect Token's Primordial Magnetic Composite Array. He extracted fragments of information streams from the Primordial Magnetic Sea, stealing confidential messages.
The authority of a "Skill Transmission Disciple" was indeed significant.
And Mo Hua, as a "Skill Transmission Disciple," was even more exceptional than others.
By tampering with the magnetic patterns, he had granted himself "Imperial" authority and directly intervened in the underlying Primordial Magnetic Sea through thunder-magnetic means, essentially bypassing the backend and cheating the system.
Mo Hua could do everything that an ordinary Demon Sect's Skill Transmission Disciple could.
And if the authority allowed, he could also do things that ordinary Demon Sect disciples couldn't.
In theory, Mo Hua had the qualification to directly "browse" all the vast and complex information that a Skill Transmission Disciple could access within the Demon Sect.
Before Mo Hua was a massive "Primordial Magnetic Library," containing a vast amount of chat records of demon cultivators.
In the following days, whenever he had free time, Mo Hua would infiltrate the Demon Sect Token through the Lightning Magnetic Puppet, intervening in the Demon Sect's underlying Primordial Magnetic Sea. With his open access, he browsed through the Demon Sect's Primordial Magnetic Library, digging deep into the secrets of this Demon Sect.
However, strangely, after several days of searching, he still couldn't uncover the name of this sect.
It seemed that everyone within the Demon Sect was extremely secretive about it.
This was quite odd.
Aside from this, most of the information within the Demon Sect was related to "blood."
In the chats among sect disciples, out of three sentences, two would contain the word "blood." Even the entire operation of the Demon Sect, from top to bottom, was closely tied to blood.
First, there were the blood slaves.
The Demon Sect had a strict set of procedures for selecting, taming, and feeding blood slaves, as well as a rigorous grading control system.
Blood slaves were categorized into three grades: upper, middle, and lower, based on the quality of their spiritual roots and blood qi.
These grades were just a rough classification, and there were also many peculiar and unusual preferences regarding the "taste" of blood.
For example, male blood was heavy in yang energy, while female blood was heavy in yin energy.
The blood of virgin boys and virgin girls was even purer.
The blood of harmonious Dao partners would have a more neutral taste due to the balance of yin and yang.
On the other hand, the blood of cultivators with promiscuous sexual lives would be muddy and chaotic due to the disorder of yin and yang, resulting in low-quality blood slaves that were unanimously despised by the Demon Sect disciples...
Within the Demon Sect, all demon cultivators yearned for a particular type of blood with "bloodline power."
Some cultivators had extraordinary backgrounds, deep blessings, and powerful ancestors. They carried the blood of ancient powerhouses or the bloodline of ancient divine beasts within them.
This blood was of the highest quality and was incredibly profound for cultivation.
These cultivators were like precious treasures, and becoming blood slaves would be exceptionally valuable.
If a cultivator with an exceptional bloodline could be turned into a top-grade blood slave, it would drive all demon cultivators on the path of blood cultivation into a frenzy.
Naturally, such blood slaves would also attract competition among all blood cultivators.
Generally, only the old ancestors, demon leaders, or heads of the demon cultivators would be able to afford and have the qualifications to raise such blood slaves with bloodline power...
...
"Bloodline power..."
Mo Hua frowned in deep thought.
Up until now, he seemed to have rarely encountered cultivators with bloodline power...
Of course, it was possible that he had met them but didn't recognize them.
After all, he had very little knowledge about bloodlines before.
If it weren't for infiltrating the Demon Sect's Thunder-Magnetic Formation and reading their chats, he wouldn't have known that cultivators' bloodlines held so many secrets.
And with bloodline power being so rare and easily attracting the covetousness of evil demons, it could bring disaster.
Naturally, cultivators with bloodline power would keep their secret and not let others know...
At this thought, Mo Hua's heart trembled.
He suddenly remembered something from a long time ago, back when he was at the Five Elements Sect. Little Senior Sister had secretly shared a "secret" with him:
Little Senior Sister had told him that her bloodline was special, which was why she attracted so much attention, even though she was a woman, she easily aroused the admiration of other women.
This secret was something Little Senior Sister had confided in him personally, and she had only shared it with him.
At the time, Mo Hua didn't think much of it, but now, as he pondered over it, he finally understood that bloodline matters were indeed a huge secret.
Little Senior Sister would never have revealed it if she didn't truly trust him.
Mo Hua's heart felt a mix of bittersweet emotions.
Then, he became a little worried.
If Little Senior Sister's unique bloodline were discovered, wouldn't she easily become a target of others' covetousness?
Especially with the current situation, these Demon Cultivators who practice by sucking blood, and those legendary Demon Lord Ancestors.
However... Mo Hua reconsidered, thinking that his Little Senior Sister was different from him. She was from the Bai family, a true heir of a major aristocratic family, and had a mother who had reached the Immortal Transformation Realm. No one would dare to have designs on her.
Moreover, the ability to "easily attract the admiration of women"...
This ability always felt a little strange, and it sounded a bit useless. It probably wasn't an extraordinary bloodline either.
Mo Hua felt slightly relieved.
Then, he continued to study the Demon Sect Token, flipping through the Prime Magnetic Patterns.
Besides "blood," these Demon Sect disciples loved to discuss their demonic cultivation the most, a technique called the "Blood Lotus Technique."
The principle behind this technique was simple: it was all about bloodsucking.
The difference lay in whose blood they sucked, how they sucked it, how they refined it after, how they suppressed their bloodlust, and how they appeared like normal people...
Mo Hua observed the Demon Cultivators exchanging messages and discussing the Blood Lotus Technique, but after reading a lot of it, he felt he couldn't continue.
If he read any more, he might even start practicing the technique himself.
"Is there anything else, something more confidential..."
Mo Hua was a little unsatisfied.
The Demon Sect's secrets should not be limited to this.
He started to delve deeper into the Prime Magnetic Sea, but soon encountered a "Magnetic Lock."
These Magnetic Locks were chains formed by Magnetic Patterns, used to lock the Magnetic Patterns and restrict access based on layered permissions.
This also meant that his self-defined "Skill Transmission Disciple" permissions ended here, and he could no longer access the deeper, more confidential Prime Magnetic secrets.
Mo Hua was not convinced and tried a few more times.
But this "Magnetic Lock" was sealed with "insulating" Array Patterns, like a solid dam, impenetrable by the Secondary Lightning Flow, and naturally, the Lightning Magnetic Puppet couldn't tamper with it.
To break through the "Magnetic Lock," he would either have to steal the higher-level "Elder" permissions or wait until his Lightning Magnetic skills improved, gaining the ability to break through the "Magnetic Lock," and then try again.
After some thought, Mo Hua decided to give up for now.
He would figure out a way to deal with these Magnetic Locks later.
Unable to steal the secrets of the Elders and above, Mo Hua could only settle for controlling the Lightning Magnetic Puppet to "monitor" the "Skill Transmission Disciples" and other lower-ranked Demon Sect members, exploring their Prime Magnetic Libraries and understanding their movements.
While gathering information, he could also practice his Lightning Magnetic Array skills and control the Lightning Magnetic Puppet.
It was a multi-faceted approach.
In the following days, whenever Mo Hua had time, he would monitor and see a bunch of messy information related to Blood Slaves, Blood Techniques, Blood Sacrifices, Blood Quality, Bloodlines, and other heritage essentials.
His useless knowledge increased significantly.
But there wasn't much that truly caught his attention.
Until one day, Mo Hua saw a somewhat strange message: "I've been hungry for a long time; finally, I can have a full meal?"
A full meal?
Mo Hua frowned.
After eavesdropping for some time, he had gained a certain level of understanding of the Demon Sect's habits and the way Demon Cultivators chatted.
In an instant, two words popped into his mind: Blood Banquet.
Only by holding a large-scale Demon Cultivator Blood Banquet, slaughtering countless Cultivators, sacrificing numerous Blood Slaves, and extracting rivers of fresh blood for these demons to feast upon, could they truly be satisfied.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
Holding such a cruel Blood Banquet would result in massive bloodshed.
Even a small-scale Blood Banquet would claim the lives of many Cultivators...
To these people, in the eyes of the Demon Cultivators, they might be just "Blood Slaves," blood-stained "Spiritual Tools."
In the Dao Prefecture Office, they might just be cold numbers killed by the Demon Cultivators, but in reality, they were living, breathing people.
Mo Hua sighed.
If he hadn't known, it would have been fine, but now that he did, he couldn't just ignore it.
"If I can save them, I should..."
But the problem was, he had only heard this brief sentence, "I can finally have a full meal."
When, where, who would be eaten, and which Demon Cultivators would be attending—all this information was unknown.
Mo Hua locked onto this Demon Cultivator, turned back to read his chats, but found no other clues.
Mo Hua then checked the chats of other Demon Cultivators, but the Prime Magnetic Patterns were everywhere, and the information was complex. In a short time, he found nothing and no clues about the Blood Banquet.
"Why are they so tight-lipped?"
Mo Hua frowned.
With this, he had no other options.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took out the Letter Scroll and sent a message to Gu Changhuai: "Uncle Gu, are you there?"
After waiting for a long time, Gu Changhuai still didn't reply.
Mo Hua turned and sent a message to Xia Dian Si: "Sister Xia, is Uncle Gu there?"
But still, there was no response.
Mo Hua pondered, thinking that Uncle Gu's lack of response might be because he was stubborn and unwilling to reply.
But Sister Xia's silence must mean something had happened.
"Is the Dao Prefecture Office busy with a task, so they have no time?"
That was probably the only explanation.
Mo Hua left a message: "Uncle Gu, the Demon Sect might hold a Blood Banquet soon. If the Dao Prefecture Office has any leads, please pay a little attention..."
After leaving the message, Mo Hua put away the Letter Scroll and sighed.
He could only do so much.
Stealing some confidential information and reporting it to the Dao Prefecture Office.
After Mo Hua's regular cultivation and classes, he still felt a bit concerned about the 'Blood Banquet' as the night fell.
He always felt like he had overlooked something.
"The Demon Sect is going to hold a Blood Banquet..."
"Uncle Gu and Sister Xia from the Dao Prefecture Office are secretly on a mission..."
"Could the Dao Prefecture Office's mission be related to this 'Blood Banquet'?"
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and felt it wasn't unreasonable.
The Dao Prefecture Office had been fighting these demon cultivators for so long that it was impossible for them not to have any information channels.
It wasn't surprising that they had obtained clues about the Blood Banquet.
Mo Hua heaved a slight sigh of relief.
"It's good that the Dao Prefecture Office knows..."
Although the Dao Prefecture Office might not be entirely trustworthy, Uncle Gu and Sister Xia were reliable.
But after a while, the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.
He had cultivated his karmic connection, and this uneasiness was not baseless.
"What does this mean...?"
Mo Hua frowned, "Is Uncle Gu's mission going smoothly? Will they encounter danger? Or... will they be unable to stop this Blood Banquet, and many people will die?"
Mo Hua's brows furrowed as he fell into deep thought. Suddenly, his expression changed, and a terrifying guess emerged in his mind.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out the Origin Jade Slip and the Demon Sect Token, and then manipulated the Lightning-Magnetic Puppet to infiltrate the Primordial Magnetic bottom layer of the Demon Sect Token once again.
He found the Demon Sect disciple who had said, "I can have a full meal," and re-examined all his recent messages...
The Blood Banquet was no small matter; it required the involvement of a large number of demon cultivators and would result in the deaths of many cultivators.
Especially under the watchful eye of the Dao Prefecture Office, hosting a Blood Banquet was not going to be easy.
The Demon Sect would have to invest a lot of effort in the preparations.
And for the preparations, they must communicate with each other.
It was impossible for them not to leak any information.
These demon cultivators didn't know that their chat messages on the internal Demon Sect Token were being monitored, so they couldn't remain silent about the Blood Banquet.
If they talked about it and he didn't find out, it meant he had definitely missed something.
He missed something...
Mo Hua carefully checked the records of this demon cultivator, and finally found another strange sentence: "In a few days, we can kill the dog..."
This sentence was ambiguous and mixed in with the vast Prime Magnetic Flow, so it hadn't caught Mo Hua's attention before.
But now, it seemed very strange.
Kill the dog...
What dog were the demon cultivators going to kill?
Why would they mention killing a dog on the Sect Token?
What did this 'dog' refer to?
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.
"The running dog of the Dao Prefecture Office..."
He had heard this phrase countless times; it was also the most common phrase used by demon cultivators, heretics, and many other cultivators who had violated the Dao laws.
'Dog' referred to a running dog, meaning a cultivator who worked for the Dao Prefecture Office.
Mo Hua searched for other demon cultivator conversations using the keyword 'kill the dog.'
The Secondary Lightning Pattern of the Lightning-Magnetic Puppet's Origin Calculation Method was still insufficient.
After all, Mo Hua was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and his divine perception's computational power was still a bit strained when dealing with such a vast Primordial Magnetic Composite Array.
Therefore, the search process was relatively slow.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua finally managed to search through most of the demon cultivator's chat records containing the phrase 'kill the dog.'
These records appeared one after another before Mo Hua.
The more he saw, the more chilled his heart became.
His suspicions were finally confirmed: the Demon Sect's true target was the Dao Prefecture Office, and they planned to use the Dao Prefecture Office's cultivators for the 'Blood Banquet'!
But...
Would the Dao Prefecture Office really fall for it? Mo Hua flipped through the records and found a message from ten days ago: "The Elder discovered a 'cat'..."
"That sneaky bastard, stealing our secrets and working against us..."
"What should we do? Should we kill him? Skin him, drain his blood, and hang him at the entrance as a warning?"
"Kill him..."
"Wait, this matter should be decided by the Elder..."
...
A day later, another message appeared: "...The Elder has spoken. It would be a waste to kill him. Use the cat to lure the dog, eat the dog first, and then the cat..."
...
Mo Hua's heart chilled.
The outline of the situation became clear.
The 'cat' probably referred to the Dao Prefecture Office's 'informant.'
The 'dog' referred to the Dao Prefecture Office's 'running dog.'
The Dao Prefecture Office had likely planted an 'informant' within the Demon Sect through certain means.
But for some reason, the Demon Sect had discovered this informant.
The Demon Sect then turned the tables, using the 'informant' to set a trap and lure the Dao Prefecture Office's cultivators into it.
Mo Hua immediately took out the Letter Token and sent a message to Gu Changhuai: "Uncle Gu, the informant in the Demon Sect has been exposed."
"Uncle Gu, be cautious of the Demon Sect's ambush."
"Uncle Gu..."
But Gu Changhuai still didn't reply.
Mo Hua had no choice but to send a message to Xia Dian Si, but it also went unanswered.
"Unable to contact them..."
Mo Hua's brows furrowed.
He was almost certain that Uncle Gu and the others had received the informant's information and had gone on their mission.
But this "intelligence" itself was fake.
"I hope Uncle Gu and the others will realize it early..."
But as Mo Hua thought about it, he felt the hope was slim.
The informant hidden within the Demon Sect didn't know that his cover was blown.
The information he received must have seemed real to him.
It was even highly possible that this message was true, a genuine bait set by the Demon Sect to lure them in.
In this situation, the Dao Prefecture Office would definitely not suspect anything.
They would surely take the bait.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have felt such strong unease.
As the ominous signs in his heart grew stronger, Mo Hua could almost conclude that the cultivators of the Dao Prefecture Office had already stepped into the Demon Sect's trap.
"What should I do?"
Mo Hua's expression turned grave.
Contact the Gu family? It didn't seem helpful.
This was a confidential mission for the Dao Prefecture Office, and the Gu family might not know the details.
The Gu family cultivators who knew the details were likely accompanying Uncle Gu on the mission, also walking the path to their deaths.
Contact the Dao Prefecture Office? Contact Xia Jiancha? Elder Zheng's words still echoed in his ears, and he couldn't tell anyone about the Thunder-Magnetic Formation.
If he went to the Dao Prefecture Office or Xia Jiancha, they would surely ask him about the source of the information.
He could bluff Uncle Gu—not that Uncle Gu was easy to deceive, but they had a good relationship, and Uncle Gu trusted him, so he wouldn't inquire too much.
But Xia Jiancha was different.
If he truly saw through something, the trouble would be immense.
Moreover, there was no time left now.
Mo Hua grew increasingly anxious.
Soon, within the Primordial Magnetic Sea of the Demon Sect's token, there was a brief moment of silence. A moment later, it suddenly boiled again.
It seemed like the time for action had arrived, and there was no need to hide anymore.
Commands filled with killing intent were issued. Magnetic patterns rose and fell, and countless messages were transmitted in an orderly manner.
...
"Everything is ready..."
"The running dogs have arrived, they've entered the ambush..."
"'Cat' is being watched, and if he makes any unusual move, kill him immediately."
"How many people?"
"The one from the Gu family, that woman, and a Golden Core cultivator from outside Qianxue State."
"There are probably a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Dao Prefecture Office."
"Not enough..."
"It's enough, don't be greedy."
"Do they have an ambush?"
"No..."
"The informant they painstakingly cultivated wouldn't send back false information."
"Block their retreat..."
"Don't worry, the leader has given the order, and the retreat is already blocked..."
"The lookout is still watching, they're almost here, they've entered the city, they've reached the East Gate..."
"Withdraw the lookout, that Gu guy is very alert, and there's a chance he might discover him."
"Pass it down, the one from the Gu family must not be allowed to escape, the leader has personally ordered his death."
"Command the subordinates to kill and let the blood flow, start the Blood Banquet..."
"Once the Blood Banquet begins, and the scent of blood spreads, the Dao Prefecture Office will catch the scent. Soon, they will come, and the trap can be closed..."
"Yes, sir."
...
This was an extremely important mission for the Demon Cultivators.
It was meticulously planned and highly secretive, involving a large number of powerful Demon Cultivators.
Even within the Demon Sect, they spoke of it in hushed tones, afraid to openly discuss it.
And it was only at this moment that the true nature of the plan was revealed.
Mo Hua's heart sank.
It was too late, truly too late...
The incident happened suddenly, with almost no warning. By the time the Dao Prefecture Office realized it, it was already too late.
With the Demon Sect mobilizing a large number of cultivators, the Dao Prefecture Office had no chance of winning.
Not only might Uncle Gu not be able to escape, but even ordinary executives and a large number of Gu family cultivators were likely to die.
And it wouldn't be an ordinary death.
They would be offered as blood sacrifices to the Demon Cultivators, drained of their blood and dying a cruel death.
But with things having reached this point, he had no time to plan, nor could he warn them in time. With his abilities, there was nothing he could do.
He could only watch helplessly as Uncle Gu and the others went to their deaths.
Within the Demon Sect's token, magnetic patterns continued to appear.
The Demon Sect's encirclement tightened step by step.
The cultivators of the Dao Prefecture Office were walking into the ambush, walking towards death...
Uncle Gu, Sister Xia, Gu An, Gu Quan, and the familiar faces of other Gu family cultivators flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
Mo Hua's heart ached, filled with worry, and in a flash, he suddenly remembered something.
After a moment of hesitation, Mo Hua's gaze became firm, and without further hesitation, his eyes deepened, and golden light shone at the bottom. He pushed his divine perception to the extreme, using the Heavenly Mechanism Deception to enhance the Heavenly Mechanism Derivation, and with his powerful calculation ability, he manipulated the Origin Calculation Method's Lightning-Magnetic Puppet to instantly send an "anonymous" message to all the Demon Cultivators participating in the ambush:
"There's an inside informant, abort the plan."
Thank you Benwong and Pangpangyu for the rewards~
(End of Chapter)
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