Xu Fei nodded, but wasn’t it a bit much that this higher-up knew so much?
As he mulled it over, he suddenly noticed a faint golden thread linking his master to the jade arhat in his hand!
It snapped Xu Fei to attention, he quickly slipped into a meditative state, only then realising his master had traces of Yang Force lingering on him too.
Later, Xu Fei puzzled over this for ages, finally piecing together the how and why.
It must’ve been because Xu Fei, bearer of the Yang Force, had been around his master Mo Wentian, leaving behind some residue.
Likewise, Huang Jingming, tasked with watching Mo Wentian, picked up traces of it through contact, which the Red Buddha Society bigwig sniffed out.
That’s how today happened.
As for why others didn’t carry it, probably down to cultivation methods.
After all, Xu Fei didn’t hang with many cultivators, and back when he first tapped the Yang Force, he hadn’t mastered controlling it.
That’s when he’d sought out his master, planting the seeds of this mess.
Xu Fei got it now, but a fresh question popped up.
“Besides my master and Huang Jingming, others touched the Yang Force too, yet only that Red Buddha higher-up clocked something off.”
“Seems likely this Yang Force is some high-tier power, the kind only top-tier cultivators brush up against!”
Xu Fei had thought it was his little secret, but now, clearly not.
At least he knew the Red Buddha Society had it sussed, no more slacking on this.
Armed with this intel, Xu Fei rushed to ping Hell’s Ear and the crew, getting them up to speed so they weren’t left in the dark.
Meanwhile, Huang Jingming, thinking he’d dodged a bullet, was about to report back to the Red Buddha brass.
But Xu Fei, though he seemed to walk off (看似 walking off), had no intention of letting him off!
Huang Jingming now knew too much, no way Xu Fei’d let that loose end slide!
When Xu Fei looped back from outside, he caught Huang Jingming mid-call!
“Oi, it’s Huang Jingming, I’ve got big intel to report…”
The voice on the other end, clearly a Red Buddha higher-up, lit up, “For real? Spill it quick!”
“This time I…”
But before Huang Jingming could finish, a cold silver needle pressed against his throat, Xu Fei’s voice creeping in like a ghost.
“This time what? Keep talking?”
Xu Fei grinned at him, and Huang Jingming broke into a cold sweat, too terrified to care, dropping to his knees with a thud, kowtowing for mercy.
“S-sorry, Grandpa Xu, I messed up, but I was forced into it…”
Xu Fei snorted coldly at the sight.
