He probably died never knowing that he had written his own diary on such an important encrypted Blood Oath List…
Then the question arises again…
From whom exactly did Boss Jiang steal these Jade Slips?
Mo Hua’s gaze became intense.
Could it be… that “Mr. Jin”?
Mo Hua drew upon his own experience and gradually fathomed some possible outcomes:
Whether it was the Sever Gold Sword Control Jue or the Blood Oath List, both Jade Slips were extremely valuable, not something ordinary disciples would possess.
This Mr. Jin, evidently, was not any ordinary disciple.
It seemed reasonable that the Jade Slips would be in his possession.
And if Boss Jiang could steal Jade Slips from Mr. Jin, they may have had a “familiar” relationship to some degree.
Boss Jiang had done work for Mr. Jin.
But Boss Jiang’s cultivation must surely have placed him on the fringe.
Thus, to enhance himself, he took risks and stole Mr. Jin’s Sword technique, gaining a trump card in hand, and then ventured out on his own.
Hence, Boss Jiang would not resort to using the Sever Gold Sword Control Jue unless it was a matter of life and death.
And as for the Blood Oath List, he didn’t have a clue about it—ignorance is fearlessness, thus he never exposed himself accidentally.
Subsequently, Mo Hua harbored a new question.
So, after Boss Jiang rebelled against the Sect, gathered a gang, recruited “brothers”, and engaged in the trade of abducting Cultivators, did Mr. Jin know about it?
If he were unaware, it seemed rather unlikely…
But if he knew, would Mr. Jin let Boss Jiang carry on like this?
Or could it be…
Mo Hua’s gaze grew solemn.
Boss Jiang, on the behest of Mr. Jin, defected from the Sect to engage in illegal activities.
Yet Mr. Jin himself might not know that Boss Jiang had stolen his Jade Slip.
Even until the end, Boss Jiang, in the arrogant eyes of Mr. Jin, was probably regarded as a marginal “henchman”, a “tool” for trafficking Cultivators…
And if Boss Jiang abducted Cultivators with the covert support of Mr. Jin orchestrating arrangements,
then could this Mr. Jin be…
one of those black-robed traffickers?
…
Mo Hua’s gaze became increasingly somber.
One of the core disciples of the Sever Gold Sect, from the Direct Lineage within the Twelve Streams of Qianxue State’s realm, might possibly be the mastermind behind Cultivator trafficking…
And behind him, there were so-called “young masters”…
Did the Sever Gold Sect know about these matters?
What about the other Sects? Were they aware?
Did the Great Families of Qian State know?
And within those families, those ancient ancestors who sought to divine Heavenly secrets, couldn’t they calculate even a hint of it?
Mo Hua’s brows knitted tightly as he gazed out into the profound night.
He had a premonition that a vast conspiracy was taking shape.
Beneath the facade of prosperity, the darkness of Qianxue State’s realm seemed to slowly surface…