No Wonder He Was Fooled by Cui Hao

In the deep mountains and forests of the Eastern Victory Divine Continent...

"Where exactly are we going? Are there still allies left in the Eastern Victory Divine Continent?"

Donggua had endured days of relentless travel, his wounds still unhealed when Li Xingtian slashed him again. Before he could even tend to his injuries, the pig-masked man dragged him around without rest.

Occasionally, the pig-masked man would even teleport them elsewhere.

If there had been a clear purpose, at least there would have been an end in sight.

But when Donggua recognized the same mountain peak for the third time, he could no longer hold back. This pig was undoubtedly wandering aimlessly—and in circles, no less.

Was this just a reckless gamble with their lives? The entire Eastern Victory Divine Continent headquarters had already been obliterated. His own life surely held no further value. If they were caught again, they’d kill him without a second thought.

Was the person behind that pig mask actually a real pig?

The pig-masked man halted, casting a dangerous glance at Donggua.

Donggua met his gaze without flinching. If he cowered now, he’d likely die by this pig’s hand anyway.

"If you have allies, gather them. If you have a destination, head there. Instead, you’re leading me in circles while the heavens and earth’s nets are surely closing in on us."

"You might not care about your life or mine, but we must report the situation here—even if it’s just you delivering the message."

The pig-masked man replied calmly, "I’m not wandering in circles. I’m gathering the remaining survivors in my own way. From the looks of it, they’ve all fallen near the Silent Bone Forest. They must have anticipated our movements."

"They shared my mission, hiding in similar locations. They’re all dead—only you and I remain."

"Do you think we’re just lucky? Or did they let us escape on purpose?"

"And if it was deliberate, what’s their goal? Clever Donggua, can you answer that for me?"

Donggua narrowed his eyes. "Are you suspecting me?"

"Shouldn’t I?" The pig-masked man tucked his hands into his sleeves, two daggers already in his grip as he leaned slightly toward Donggua.

Donggua took a deep breath and answered coldly,

"I’ve never been to the main headquarters. I don’t even know its exact location. I’m just a low-level operative. If I had access to that kind of information, the headquarters would’ve been destroyed long ago."

"If I had truly betrayed our cause, why would I still be following you? What would I gain? Glory for humanity?"

"The blood in our veins ensures we’ll never truly blend into these skins."

"Now tell me—do I deserve your suspicion?"

The pig-masked man straightened, withdrawing the daggers. His gaze, devoid of emotion, settled on Donggua.

"Then I suppose you shouldn’t be doubted. But now, I have something to tell you—we’re not returning to headquarters. We’re both going to die here."

Donggua’s expression twisted in shock.

"Why?"

"For safety." The pig-masked man lifted his head toward the sky. "The losses this time are irreparable. Even the Celestial Fall can’t salvage this. The information here isn’t critical enough to risk everything. If we all die, headquarters will naturally be on guard. Their security is the ultimate priority."

Donggua stared at him, unable to hide his disbelief.

Why was it that every demon he met seemed eager to die?

Was death really so appealing? One after another, they all rushed toward it.

Donggua had countless arguments, countless ways to refute this, but he swallowed them all.

He knew better than to push back—this pig-masked man wasn’t some half-witted fool. If he pressed too hard, he’d likely end up with a blade through his skull.

Donggua’s face paled further as he slumped against a tree, sliding down to sit.

All his efforts, all his desperate struggles—now they seemed like nothing more than a cruel joke.

He was still going to die. There was no escape.

The pig-masked man glanced at Donggua’s expression but said nothing, standing motionless.

"There’s no need to be so dramatic."

A cold, feminine voice cut through the silence.

The pig-masked man’s daggers gleamed with a deadly chill as his primordial energy surged, his sharp gaze locking onto the source of the voice.

In the distance stood a woman in a white dress, her face concealed behind a rabbit mask. A jade-green bracelet shimmered with the aura of a spiritual treasure in her hand.

Behind her stood two cultivators wearing bronze masks—both undoubtedly at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, if not the Unity realm.

These bronze-masked cultivators had cast a powerful technique to block spiritual detection, allowing them to approach undetected until the white-masked woman spoke.

Chen Baiqing’s calm eyes swept over the two before settling on Donggua, who remained slumped against the tree, his expression caught between a smirk and resignation.

This was the Donggua Cui Hao’s intelligence described as having an unyielding will to survive?

Chen Baiqing saw no trace of that desire in his eyes…

No wonder the Eldest Sister was furious. Cui Hao really did need discipline—even critical missions were handled with such carelessness.

Chen Baiqing turned her attention to the hostile pig-masked man.

"If we wanted you dead, we wouldn’t have wasted words. The fact that you’re still alive is entirely due to our efforts. There’s no need for suspicion between you two—at least, neither of you is the traitor."

The pig-masked man sneered. "And who are you?"

Chen Baiqing’s left hand subtly clenched a sealing stone infused with primordial energy while her right hand’s Celestial Jade Bracelet began replicating its essence.

She extended her hand beyond the barrier, releasing a pulse of primordial energy toward the two.

The pig-masked man narrowed his eyes, suspicion still lingering.

"Who I am doesn’t matter." Chen Baiqing withdrew her hand, the energy dissipating instantly. "What matters is that there’s a task for you."

"There’s a traitor among us—one of high status, someone who could betray the location of the Eastern Victory Divine Continent’s headquarters."

"And the reason we spared you is simple: you’re the decoy. I know you know nothing, but the traitor doesn’t."

"You should understand what you need to do, yes?"

The pig-masked man glanced at Donggua.

After a moment, Donggua pushed himself up, thinking carefully before asking,

"Which Heavenly Demon Envoy do you serve?"

Chen Baiqing uttered two words with icy calm.

"Spirit Mountain."

Donggua hesitated, studying the eyes behind the rabbit mask before pressing further.

"May I ask for more specifics, Envoy?"

Chen Baiqing countered flatly,

"Do you truly wish to know?"

Donggua’s resolve wavered slightly.

The meaning was clear—Do you still want to live?

Chen Baiqing swiftly processed the reaction before sighing, her tone laced with resignation.

"Originally, this matter wasn’t ours to handle. That was the agreement when we divided responsibilities. But if we don’t intervene now…"

She paused, deliberating before continuing,

"Whether you’re willing or not, this is your only path to survival—and your only chance to save the headquarters."

"I’ve said enough. Today, you never saw me, and I never saw you. Even if you speak of this, we will deny it."

"The path ahead is yours to choose. However, after today, we will no longer cover for you."

With those words, Chen Baiqing turned and left without hesitation.

She only added one final remark.

"If you encounter any urgent matters you cannot handle, go to Spirit Mountain. Someone will be there to assist you."

Donggua and the pig-masked figure listened to her words, watching Chen Baiqing's retreating figure with a mix of complicated and strange emotions.

A hundred miles away, Chen Baiqing and her two companions vanished into concealment.

"Inform my master—there is a high likelihood Spirit Mountain is colluding with demons," Chen Baiqing said calmly to the person beside her.

Deceiving humans or demons was never an easy task, especially without any tangible proof.

From the start, Chen Baiqing had no real intention of fooling the two. Still, when lying, it was easier to extract useful yet hard-to-verify information.

This was precisely why she dared to spin wild tales despite the vague intelligence on the Buddhist sect.

Even if the deception failed, she wouldn’t walk away empty-handed.

Honestly, those two demons really were fools.

No wonder Cui Hao had managed to trick them.