Chu Zhiyuan bid farewell to Gao Jiuqu.
On the way back, he kept pondering the conversation with Gao Jiuqu.
Gao Jiuqu had already given a hint.
There would be a second rebellion in Jihai Town.
Great Willow Camp was the first, so what about this time?
More importantly, was Wentian Cliff really that powerful?
Was the Wentian Secret Art so strong?
He felt heavy-hearted.
After walking a dozen meters, as he passed a small alley, his eyes quickly glanced into it.
A gray-robed youth stood in the shadows of the alley, leaning against the wall to rest.
As Chu Zhiyuan passed by, he seemed to casually raise his arm, his palm open, four fingers curled inward, and his little finger pointing upwards.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded, his pace not faltering.
Zou Fang took it, opened it, took out the ten sheets of letter paper inside, and handed them to Chu Zhiyuan with both hands.
Chu Zhiyuan took them, flipping through them as he walked, casually glancing at them, and then handing them to Zou Fang.
On them were densely packed names, each name arranged in an orderly manner, and behind each name was a detailed introduction.
After reading all ten sheets, Zou Fang gently shook the letter paper and envelope, and they instantly turned into powder, drifting away.
Chu Zhiyuan walked with his hands behind his back, deep in thought.
The Heavenly Shadow Sect had previously sent people to Jihai Town to gather information, and now the information had returned.
Above was a list of more than one hundred people from Great Willow Camp, a list of those at the squad leader level and above, as well as experts, with details and some deeds behind each name.
The Surveillance Department also had a roster of Great Willow Camp, but looking at it was not much different from not looking at it.
This list obtained by the Heavenly Shadow Sect was truly useful.
By understanding what kind of demons and monsters were in Great Willow Camp through this list, he could decide whether to suppress or appease them.
After reading these, Chu Zhiyuan couldn't help but marvel at the power of the Heavenly Shadow Sect.
Their ability to gather information was even better than the Surveillance Department, and they did it without anyone noticing.
At the same time, he lamented the complexity of Great Willow Camp's composition.
There were disciples from martial arts sects, disgruntled individuals from the Western and Northern borders, as well as disciples and relatives of various dignitaries.
There were almost no ordinary people.
He didn't care much about these, what he cared about most was that there were actually demonic figures from the Evil Sect mixed in.
What the army should be most wary of were the demonic figures from the Evil Sect, as they were difficult to hide.
The demonic figures from the Evil Sect were fanatical and radical, each one a cultivation maniac, with almost nothing but cultivation in their minds.
Such people were easy to attract attention, and more importantly, the cultivation methods of the demonic figures from the Evil Sect were not their own hard work, but evil ways.
Either killing or devouring.
How could such people hide themselves for a long time? Were the people around them all blind?
The fact that demonic figures from the Evil Sect had infiltrated could only mean that military discipline was too poor.
After reading this list, only two words remained in his mind: Suppress!
Of the people in this camp, some were innocent, but eight or nine out of ten deserved to die.
To see the whole leopard through one spot.
If Great Willow Camp was like this, what about the other camps in Jihai Town? Were they stronger than Great Willow Camp, or were they just as bad?
Or even worse than Great Willow Camp?
Hope Sea City was a small city located on the coast of the East Sea, but it had become prosperous and lively due to the coming and going of sea merchants.
Not far outside the city was a military camp, the Jihai Town Garrison.
Jihai Town had twelve battalions under its command, each with three to four thousand men, stationed in the coastal strongholds of the entire Hope Sea City and Jiren City.
On this day, at the West City Gate of Hope Sea City, a young scholar slowly entered the city.
He only carried a bag, and his face was sickly, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
After entering the city, he first found a Joyful Arrival Inn and stayed there.
While staying at the inn, he inadvertently revealed the silver notes in his bag.
There were at least five hundred-tael silver notes, which were seen by the waiter, the innkeeper, and passing travelers.
He seemed to be startled, hurriedly closed the bag, and completely wrapped the silver notes.
In the middle of the night, two gray-robed masked men probed in with a bamboo tube, blew in a cloud of sleeping gas, and then drilled into the window, found the bag placed on the table.
Picking up the bag, they opened it and saw the five hundred-tael silver notes, then they looked at the scholar who was facing the wall, with his back to them.
They looked at each other, and then walked towards the scholar, with the shorter gray-robed man raising his palm high,
And slamming it down.
Striking the scholar's back, right behind the heart.
"Bang." The short gray-robed man flew up and crashed into his surprised tall companion.
The tall companion hurriedly dodged him and turned to flee.
But he immediately froze.
The pale-faced young scholar was already standing in front of him, lightly patting his shoulder.
He froze instantly.
The short gray-robed man who had flown over and landed on the ground was also patted on the shoulder by the young scholar, and he also froze in place.
The young scholar carried the two men to the bed as if they were chicks, and sat back on the bed, quietly looking at the two statue-like men, with great interest.
After a while, the two men's bodies trembled slightly, and sweat quickly soaked their gray robes.
The young scholar took out a scroll of books and sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly flipping through it.
He turned a blind eye to the two gray-robed men's pleas for mercy, and under the lamplight, time seemed to be frozen.
He turned the pages one by one.
And the two gray-robed men trembled more and more violently, like sieves shaking.
Both men were drenched in sweat, even wetting the masks on their faces.
The young scholar didn't intend to lift their masks, but slowly turned the pages of the book.
After turning the scroll, he seemed to remember the two men, and gently patted their shoulders.
The bloodshot eyes of the two men suddenly showed a look of relief.
The young scholar patted the tall gray-robed man again and said lightly, "I ask, you answer, and then he will answer. If the two of you say something inconsistent, then we will do another round—isn't the taste of my Soul Searching Hand not bad?"
A look of horror appeared in the eyes of the two men.
The tall gray-robed man hurriedly said, "This humble one was blind and ignorant! Ask away, hero, I will tell you everything I know, and I dare not deceive you, "—hero, please be merciful and spare my life!"
The young scholar said lightly, "Let's see how sincere you are. How many gangs are there in this Hope Sea City?"
Start with the big ones first, then the small ones, the more detailed the better."
"Yes, as far as I know, there are six major factions in the city: the Green Bamboo Gang, the Purple Bamboo Gang, the Divine Ox Sect, the Flying Tiger Sect—"
The young scholar nodded slightly, and then continued to ask who the city guard in the city was, and how he was as an official.
Which officials were in the big camp outside the city, and what was their reputation?
He asked all sorts of questions, all-encompassing, so that the tall gray-robed man's mouth was dry, but he didn't dare to say more.
After half an hour, the young scholar asked again, some of which he had asked before.
After half an hour, the short gray-robed man began to answer.
The answers were most of the questions asked by the tall gray-robed man, as well as some new questions.
After the two men finished answering, they felt that there were no mistakes or omissions, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the young scholar nodding in satisfaction.
The young scholar suddenly flicked his fingers twice, and two small stones drilled into their foreheads.
Their eyes went black, and they died.
Chu Zhiyuan released his fingers and shook his head.
What a complex Hope Sea City.
It was a mixed bag, with chaotic management.
This was not the fault of the Jihai Town General, but the fault of the Hope Sea City Guard.
The military of the East Sea Border was not good, and the civil service system was also a mess.
