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I have completely different attitudes towards Tang Li and Li Yun. I always feel that while Li Yun is a bad person, he is not to the extent of being irredeemably evil.
Have you ever seen the terrifying, twisted killers in Hong Kong crime films? Tang Li gives me the impression of being that kind of horrifying, perverse murderer.
With such people, if you are weak, they will be strong. To deal with bad people, you have to be worse than them. Any attempts at persuasion are futile.
Their psychology is already problematic; they won't listen to you and certainly won't accept your words. The only way is to fight fire with fire and see who is more formidable.
When I mentioned peeling, Tang Li showed no sign of fear. A smile lingered at the corners of his mouth as he grinned at me, his face full of smugness.
"You like peeling too? Do you want me to tell you how? I'm a perfect expert," he said.
Seeing that smug face made me want to tear him apart, but I refrained from doing so because if I acted on that impulse, it would be exactly what he wanted.
Playing psychological games with someone like him is the most exhilarating. I crouched down with a cold laugh and leaned closer to him.
As soon as I got a little closer, he stuck out his tongue as if to lick me.
This was a display of female vulnerability; he was attacking my mental defenses.
I pressed the gun against his tongue and told him that if he dared to move again, I would shoot and blow his tongue off.
Instantly, he recoiled, leaning against the wall while looking at me with a smile.
"Shishu, Nephew, it was just a joke. Why are you so angry?"
I couldn't be bothered to argue with him, so I placed the information I had obtained from Mu Xuanche in front of him.
As he looked at it, a flicker of emotion crossed his face. I immediately frowned and mocked him.
"What do you mean by this?" he stared at me.
I shot him a derisive glance. "Tang Li, weren't you just boasting about your perfect skills? Look at this; it has too many flaws."
He threw the papers I had given him onto the ground. "This isn't my work."
"Haha," I laughed loudly. It seemed that the disciples down the mountain weren't dealt with by Tang Li; he was very confident, and he wouldn't lie about something like this.
In an instant, realization dawned on him, and his eyes widened as he glared at me. "You're lying to me."
"And what if I am? I'm still going to hit you."
The moment the words left my mouth, I swung the butt of my gun toward his head.
With just one strike, blood began to flow from his head.
His reaction was exactly what I expected; he licked the blood off with a sly grin.
He might think my methods were limited to this, but I wanted to show him that this was just the beginning.
I took his hand and began to pull off each nail one by one, exposing the tender flesh beneath.
He was in pain and wanted to scream, but I had Mu Xuanche seal his throat.
I taught him, "You are the fish, and I am the knife. Remember that."
He was completely restrained, unable to move as I tormented him.
For someone who could treat his Senior Brothers as nothing and commit such ruthless acts, why should I let him go?
After finishing with his hands, I moved to his mouth, using a pair of iron tongs to pull out his tongue.
Didn’t he just want to lick me with it? So I obliged him, aiming my gun at the exposed tongue and firing a shot.
In an instant, blood sprayed out, splattering all over his face.
At this moment, I finally saw a hint of fear on his face, but this was just the beginning.
Didn’t he enjoy Peeling? Then I would give him a Peeling performance.
“Tang Li, do you see the steps for Peeling? Isn’t the first cut supposed to be made on the head?”
With one hand holding Mercury and the other wielding a shiny silver blade,
He desperately tried to dodge, wanting to retreat further back.
What had just happened made him realize that I was capable of doing something like Peeling.
Fear began to creep in; he was genuinely afraid that I would really peel his skin off.
He shook his head vigorously, pleading with me repeatedly.
I mimicked his earlier laughter, inching closer to him.
At that moment, I was like a mirror, reflecting back to Tang Li the way he had acted towards others.
Just as the blade slightly pierced into his skull, I paused and asked him,
"I'll give you a chance. Answer me three questions, and I won't peel your skin off."
He fell silent, frozen in place.
I chuckled softly and pressed down a bit more with the knife.
The pain made him nod repeatedly. Satisfied, I withdrew the knife and placed it in front of him, threateningly saying,
"If you dare to play tricks, I will go through with Peeling."
I then had Mu Xuanche released from his restraints so he could speak. However, since I had crushed his tongue, his words came out somewhat garbled.
"First, when did you start your undercover operation?"
He used both his hands and feet to convey that the purpose of his apprenticeship at the Upper Xuan Sect was indeed to act as an undercover agent.
His answer startled me; I hadn't expected the Cult of Spirits to have such a grand scheme in motion. Tang Li had been on the mountain for over ten years, and Li Yun had been there even longer. This was truly alarming.
Suppressing my surprise, I continued to question him.
"Second, what is your current mission?"
He hesitated for a moment, seemingly reluctant to answer. I waved my knife slightly, and he immediately responded.
He told me that their current task was to guard the Xuan Sect and report any suspicious activities to their superiors.
No wonder Master hadn’t shown up despite such a significant incident; if he did appear, it would be like a sheep entering a tiger's den, falling right into the enemy's trap again.
It was likely because of this Master that we were advised not to return. Perhaps he had known their true intentions from the very beginning and chose to stay hidden.
The last question I asked them was who was behind the scenes, and Tang Li told me he didn't know either.
I didn't press him further; I had never expected to get an answer to that question in the first place.
I believed that someone capable of orchestrating such a grand scheme would not be easily revealed.
Having obtained what I wanted, I left the prison.
From a distance, I saw Mu Xuanche standing there with a basin of water in his hands.
That iron basin, typically used by older men and originally quite ugly, looked surprisingly handsome in his grasp.
I was worried about where to wash the polluted blood off my hands, and he had already prepared it for me.
Feeling warmth in my heart, I walked towards him.
"I was just about to wash my hands when you showed up. Perfect timing," I said.
He smiled at me indulgently. "Go ahead and wash."
After washing my hands repeatedly for about ten times, I finally felt satisfied and placed my hand on his.
As soon as I touched him, he turned his hand over to grasp mine and pulled me forward.
"I have already completed Inside Man. Can I now call a meeting with the disciples to strictly uphold the Xuanzong?"
I was seeking his opinion. On the way to Xuanzong, he had told me that this time he was willing to act as my strategist, hidden behind me.
He nodded in agreement with my idea. Once he nodded, I felt confident that everything would be fine.
Sure enough, when Second gathered the remaining disciples for the meeting, the atmosphere was no longer one of dejection; everyone was filled with enthusiasm.
After all, those who remained had feelings for Xuanzong and were truly willing to do something for it.
"As you can see, the traitor has been exposed. If Xuanzong wants to grow stronger, we must unite. I want to assign everyone a task: gather all the Senior Brothers of Xuanzong. When people are scattered, danger is likely to arise. Only by coming together can we ensure everyone's safety."
As I assigned the tasks, news of my interrogation of Tang Li and others in prison spread.
Now these people regarded me with both awe and fear, and the tasks I assigned were taken seriously.
In just three hours, dozens of Disciples of Xuanzong returned to the mountain.
The Xuanzong's ranks were growing larger by the minute, and the time I spent managing them was increasing as well. I found myself seeing Mu Xuanche less frequently.
Fortunately, during this time, he had been treating me well in various ways and did not seem angry.
He also helped me handle many matters related to Xuanzong. To avoid gossip, he stayed behind the scenes, constantly advising me.
Due to the increase in disciples, there were more people to discuss matters with.
Now, I was sitting in the main hall, discussing an important issue with the disciples below.
"Is it necessary for you to attend the Metaphysics Conference?"
We were talking about the annual Metaphysics Conference, which had previously been attended by our master. With Master absent, the senior brothers suggested that I represent him, which seemed quite normal for a disciple.
"Fourth Uncle Gu, attending the Metaphysics Conference is essential; otherwise, it could offend those above us," one of the senior brothers spoke up, and I immediately understood.
The higher-ups organized these events to maintain balance; not attending would be seen as disrespectful. It seemed that attending the Metaphysics Conference was indeed a must.
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