After all, Xu Fei had always known that the Red Buddha Society was backed by the Blood Robe Sect.
Now that Xu Fei had found the Red Buddha Society’s stronghold, he might have a chance to meet its president.
However, the mysterious Blood Robe Sect still remained completely elusive, with no clues whatsoever.
Perhaps there was some secret means of communication between the two that Xu Fei was unaware of.
If Xu Fei were in the midst of a fierce battle with them and they suddenly called in a powerful reinforcement, it would be bad news for him.
That was why Xu Fei assigned Hell Ear and Pu Tao relatively important tasks.
As for Xu Fei himself, he didn’t have any special preparations to make.
His power accumulation had already been completed in the underground temple.
What Xu Fei gained from the underground temple wasn’t just the ring, but also other offensive techniques.
For instance, all the formations carved inside the underground temple were miraculously stored within his ring.
“When did this happen? Could it have been when I was escaping?” Xu Fei wondered, thinking that perhaps it was during that moment of intense focus that he overlooked it.
But that wasn’t the point, as long as those formations remained in his control.
Moreover, since Gong Zisheng already knew Xu Fei was hiding here and secretly observing him, there was no need for Xu Fei to go through the trouble of seeking out Flower-Faced Ghost Hand to disguise himself, as he had done last time to infiltrate the Red Buddha Society.
He could simply stride in openly.
“Lord Jun, Hell Ear and I are in position, awaiting your orders at any time!”
Since Hell Ear and Pu Tao were already in place, it meant the entire perimeter of the Red Buddha Society was now under control.
In other words, no matter how powerful the people inside the Red Buddha Society were, it had now become an isolated fortress.
All that was left was for Xu Fei, the true protagonist, to make his entrance.
In the spacious plaza of the Red Buddha Society, many people had already gathered, chatting lively with one another while eagerly awaiting the long-anticipated Buddha Robe Assembly.
The Buddha Robe Assembly was something everyone looked forward to, as each event rewarded many with elixirs that could enhance their cultivation.
The Red Buddha Society had always used such tactics to expand its territory and influence.
They traded cultivation techniques, considered worthless in the cultivator world, for wealth in the real world.
Those who paid vast sums of money believed they were gaining a chance at immortality.
In reality, it was all a deception, these cheap cultivation techniques only showed impressive results for a short decade or so, making people, especially the elderly, feel as if they had truly become younger.
But once the time came and the side effects kicked in, the consequences of ordinary people forcibly absorbing true qi without proper physical training were almost certainly fatal.
Of course, the Red Buddha Society’s staff would never tell them this, as they relied on this scheme to make money.
So, in the eyes of these oblivious believers, the Buddha Robe Assembly was even more exciting and anticipated than the New Year.
“Look, look! Is that the president? Is it about to start?”
“Yes, yes, it seems so! Everyone, look!”
A commotion suddenly erupted from the crowd, and then everyone turned to face the main stage at the centre of the plaza.
The stage, previously empty, now had a dark figure slowly appearing on it.
