Corpse Recovery Diver

The fat man among the five began to speak, his tone mocking, and incidentally teased the woman among the three, his eyes lecherous.

The female Array Master looked ashamed and angry, but was pressed down by a companion grabbing her wrist, and then the three attempted to form the array again.

The fat man became even more arrogant, starting to put his arms around the shoulders of the subordinate beside him, making a detailed appraisal of the female Array Master's figure, accompanied by vulgar laughter from his subordinates.

The scene looked very crude.

Li Zhiyuan, with good hearing, could hear clearly, while Zhao Yi didn't need translation, as he could read lips.

Zhao Yi: "There's something interesting about that fat man."

Li Zhiyuan: "Hmm."

Zhao Yi: "Those three Array Masters are still a bit too green; they deliberately failed to break the array the first time, leaving a backup array on the spot targeting the fat man and his men."

Li Zhiyuan: "The fat man has already seen through their intentions, adjusting his men's positions through shoulder nudges, there were actually encoded messages in his lewd words."

Zhao Yi: "Can you tell what kind of trick the fat man is using?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Regarding Jianghu knowledge, I'm much weaker than you."

Zhao Yi: "I don't think he's from a lowly background; people from such backgrounds rarely get access to profound array techniques."

Li Zhiyuan: "I disagree with you on this; if he understands arrays, he could have tried breaking the array just now, unless he's deliberately hiding it even from his own people, but then it wouldn't make much sense."

Zhao Yi: "Then he doesn't understand arrays, but he understands people, seeing through their purpose behind the first failure. Hehe, it was my oversight."

Li Zhiyuan: "No worries, it's the typical issue of young masters and young ladies."

Zhao Yi: "How are you even calling me a young master with such ease?"

Below, the three Array Masters began their second attempt; the original scenery around the large tree receded, revealing a simple temple gate.

On the gate, the plaque read "Wuwei Temple."

Fat Man: "Open up."

The female Array Master raised her hand, and the door slowly opened, revealing the Taoist standing behind it.

The Taoist was originally going to retrieve something from the temple and planned to return to the city hospital tonight to attend to the elderly and bring back his apprentice.

But as soon as he returned to the temple, he heard loud noises outside. He didn't rush out and instead stood quietly behind the door waiting.

He hoped the opposing group couldn't break the array and would leave on their own, but unfortunately, things didn't go as desired.

"Guests from afar, if you don't mind, you can enter the temple to drink tea and stay."

The fat man stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said: "We want to participate in the Sealing Demon Conference, to contribute to suppressing the evil demons, so please hand over the invitation. Otherwise, you're violating the Righteous Path and colluding with evil demons!"

The reason was crude, but practicality was what mattered.

Zhao Yi: "Actually, every temple allocated an invitation has secretly committed evil deeds, so being destroyed is deserved. If the invitation was indeed sent by this Taoist, then he chose targets well beforehand."

Li Zhiyuan: "He's not undeserving of it either."

Zhao Yi: "True. So, do you think he will hand it over?"

Li Zhiyuan: "As the distributor of the invitations, if he can hand it over now, it shows he has a lot of freedom; if he can't, it means he's deeply under control, merely an agent for the deepest 'one'."

Zhao Yi: "He can wait behind the door for so long, letting them make a fuss, he indicates his reluctance to create more trouble. If forced to act because the invitation can't be given, you are indeed right."

Li Zhiyuan: "Thus, I agree with your plan modification. Once Xu Ming and Lin Shuyou recover, we'll proceed in our best state, targeting only this Taoist to avoid alarming others."

Below, the Taoist asked: "May I ask your esteemed surname and given name?"

The fat man quickly answered: "My surname is Wang; given name, Bao. Alright, cut the crap, hand over the invitation, then I'll immediately leave with my people."

Taoist: "My mundane surname is Shen, Shen Huaiyang, I have no Taoist title. It's not customary at Wuwei Temple to have Taoist titles."

Fat Man: "I didn't ask you."

Shen Huaiyang: "It's necessary for me to answer as a courtesy."

Then, the three Array Masters stepped forward one by one to pay respects:

"Zhen Family, Zhen Yue."

"Zhen Family, Zhen Lang."

"Zhen Family, Zhen Xin."

Shen Huaiyang returned the salute to the Zhen Family, then looked at the four people behind the Fat Man, signaling them to report their names too.

The Fat Man let out a cold laugh: "What's the point of reporting to someone who is about to die?"

Above, Zhao Yi joked upon hearing: "This fat man likes to do the exact opposite of you."

Li Zhiyuan: "They are indeed from the Zhen Family."

Zhao Yi: "We're not in a position to protect people; that Shen Huaiyang clearly intends to act. Asking names is to facilitate peace after killing them, and to resolve his own Evil Qi."

Implying, if forced to intervene, it would disrupt the original plan.

Li Zhiyuan: "If they can escape, we can lend them a hand."

Zhao Yi: "Okay, agreed."

The Fat Man retreated a step, and the previously black-robed skinny man behind him let the robe fall.

In the next moment, the emaciated man with a clearly visible rib-like chest wielded a curved blade, appearing above and behind Shen Huaiyang.

This was an upfront stealth assassination.

Many strong individuals couldn't block this move, as people were often less vigilant against surprise attacks when facing directly. The Fat Man had used this move to kill many, saving a lot of trouble.

Shen Huaiyang raised his hands upwards.

Before the skinny man's curved blade could descend, he was lifted upwards by an invisible wave of air, directly hitting the temple eaves.

Moreover, this force continued, making "crackling" sounds from the man's body, his already lean form visibly further deflating at an observable speed.