Chapter 142

Chapter 142: The One Who Gave You the Brocade Pouch Has Been Found

There was a short exchange over the identity token: “There really was no notice. If you don’t want to go, then don’t go. Ignore it.” He answered: “Mm, got it.” Then there was only silence.

After seeing Rong Shu’s reply, Cheng Bu Fan set down his identity token and lazily lay back on the bed.

He yawned. He had been about to fall asleep when he suddenly received that message from Rong Shu, which left him a bit dazed.

Just then, he heard someone knocking at his door.

A voice called from outside: “Fellow Daoist inside, a sect elder has issued a temporary summons; please come with me.”

Cheng Bu Fan answered perfunctorily: “No one here, already asleep.”

At that, the corridor fell silent at once, as if dead stillness had settled in.

Cheng Bu Fan ignored the quiet outside and turned over to lie in a different position.

Very soon, though, he sensed something was wrong and jolted upright.

[Who is knocking? Which sect elder is secretly summoning me? Why didn’t my dad notify me?]

On the table opposite him sat a brocade pouch.

It was the same brocade pouch he had picked up at the doorway earlier.

He had already told his old man what was written inside the brocade pouch; as for how they would handle it, Cheng Bu Fan had no idea.

The brocade pouch had appeared in a suspicious way, yet he could not find who had put it here.

He had even wondered if Rong Shu had placed it, but Rong Shu was only at the fourth layer of Qi Refining. How could she possibly know the inside story of demonic cultivators?

For the moment, though, the important thing was to figure out which bastard had nothing better to do in the middle of the night than knock on his door.

Before he could send a message to his father to ask, the latter sent one first: “Little rascal, asleep yet?”

Cheng Bu Fan replied at once: “No. What’s up, Dad?”

“The person who gave you the brocade pouch has been found.”

Cheng Xiao Feng’s sudden message gave Cheng Bu Fan a start.

“Who?” He flipped up to sit, wide awake now.

Cheng Xiao Feng continued: “Do you still remember that mysterious female cultivator from the sect’s secret realm?”

Cheng Bu Fan’s gaze sharpened: “You’re saying she did it?”

“Yes.”

“The one who delivered the brocade pouch was a black cat.”

“That black cat stayed at Dragon Ridge Palace for a while and contacted quite a few people; at first it was hard to narrow them down.”

“Later, using the black cat as the medium, we employed the Retrospection Art and discovered that the mysterious female cultivator had appeared again and made private contact with the cat.”

“Only, the time we could look back was limited, so we couldn’t see her true face.”

Even through the identity token, Cheng Bu Fan could hear the note of regret between his father’s words.

“But at least now we can be certain the mysterious female cultivator is among the Qi Refining Stage disciples in your cohort.”

Cheng Bu Fan asked anxiously: “Then who would it be?”

“You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?”

“You’ve been in the Outer Sect so many years and don’t have even one suspect?” Cheng Xiao Feng retorted, perfectly confident.

Cheng Bu Fan fell silent: “…”

[I do. I suspect Rong Shu. But even I don’t quite believe it myself; how could I dare say it out loud.]

Since they still couldn’t identify the mysterious female cultivator, regret tugged at him, but he remembered something more urgent and asked: “Right, Dad, are there changes among the higher-ups?”

“Rong Shu just said someone knocked at her door, might be a secret summons, and now I’m getting the same here.”

Cheng Xiao Feng sounded unsurprised as he gave a mild warning: “Just stay put and don’t go anywhere.”

A little uneasy, Cheng Bu Fan asked: “Huh? Is it really fine? Could it be…” He was thinking that demonic cultivators had slipped inside.

“It will be fine.”

“That’s all for now…”

Cheng Xiao Feng clearly did not wish to say more.

Yet Cheng Bu Fan could not shake the feeling his old man was hiding something from him.

Baffled and groggy, he simply drifted off to sleep.

No one knew how much time had passed.

A thunderous boom jolted awake every disciple of Dragon Ridge Palace, whether sleeping or cultivating.

At the same time, every identity token received the same message: “Demonic cultivators are attacking!!!”