novelraw Chapter 361 : Intelligence
Chapter 361 : Intelligence
Chapter 361: Intelligence
Gu Fan nodded, then followed the guide as they slowly made their way to another place.
Indeed, this was the method Gu Fan had prepared to gather information.
According to Fang Xue, the appearance of the Twelve Holy Sons was considered a major event in the Extreme West, practically a seismic upheaval.
In such circumstances, many would surely come seeking to forge connections and curry favor with the Cang Blood Tribe.
Surely, he was not the only cultivator who came openly in response to the summons.
If he wanted to obtain information, instead of sneaking around outside, it was better to make direct and open contact.
After all, curiosity and seeking information about the Twelve Holy Sons was the most natural reaction.
Clearly, the Cang Blood Tribe had no fear of others probing into this matter, otherwise they would not have made it public.
Moments later, Gu Fan was led into a courtyard. The moment he entered, he saw several cultivators seated inside, waiting.
Evidently, these people had also come under the pretense of responding to the summons and had all been gathered together.
When they saw Gu Fan, they gave no extra reaction, only glanced up before closing their eyes again to rest.
Gu Fan didn’t mind. The guide turned around and smiled as he explained:
"Senior, everyone here is waiting after hearing news of the Twelve Holy Sons of our Cang Blood Tribe. Please rest here for a while."
He patiently gave an explanation. Among all these people, Gu Fan’s aura was the most terrifying he had sensed, so he spoke with extra courtesy.
Gu Fan waved his hand with a smile and said:
"It’s fine, I’ll just wait here."
Seeing this, the others subtly glanced sideways.
The Cang Blood Tribe’s members were notoriously arrogant. Even if they were just True Yang Realm cultivators, they showed no fear when facing many rogue Yang Spirit Realm cultivators present.
There was even a faint sense of disdain—this was the confidence that came from having a powerful backer.
Even if the Yang Spirits were displeased, they wouldn’t dare act rashly in front of the Cang Blood Tribe. After all, even when beating a dog, one must consider its master.
Now, with the way this member treated Gu Fan so politely, few present could claim such treatment.
No one here was a fool. With a little thought, they understood the reason.
It had to be because Gu Fan’s strength was truly formidable.
Gu Fan didn’t care about the others’ opinions. He simply waved his sleeve and sat down in an empty seat.
Then he closed his eyes and spoke no more.
Just like that, half an hour passed. At that moment, someone sat down beside Gu Fan.
He frowned slightly but did not respond. He wasn’t so overbearing as to deny someone the seat next to him.
But even though Gu Fan ignored him, the man spoke up on his own.
"This fellow Daoist..."
Gu Fan frowned and opened his eyes, turning his gaze toward the man beside him.
He saw a fierce-looking man with three scars on his face sitting nearby. The man leaned forward slightly, a fawning smile on his lips:
"This fellow Daoist, would you be interested in buying some intelligence?"
Gu Fan was a little surprised. He had wondered what was going on, only to discover it was an information peddler.
However, it was a bit strange that such a peddler could get in here.
"You're wondering how an intelligence dealer like me managed to sneak in, right? It's actually quite simple. I was within the range of the summons too. It’s just that I have some connections within the city, which makes my information more up-to-date."
"And I happen to know some inside details about this cultivator assembly. To be honest, the contents of this gathering are extremely sensational. Having early access might very well benefit you."
Gu Fan chuckled and said:
"You’re offering such a great deal? And in this crowd, why me?"
"Hahaha, fellow Daoist, you’re absolutely right. But I have one redeeming trait—I know my limits. Even though I’ve acquired some inside information through my connections, I’m too weak to act on it. It’s all just empty talk for me."
"As for why I approached you and not someone else… to be honest, you’re not the first. That burly guy over there, and that young fellow up front—they both made a purchase already."
"So, you see, the fact that I’m still here selling shows just how valuable this information is. Otherwise, I would’ve been cleaned out and kicked out by now."
The man wore a knowing expression, as if saying “you know how it is.”
Gu Fan found it rather amusing. He turned to glance at the man and said:
"Let’s hear the price?"
The man’s eyes lit up and he quickly held up one finger:
"One tri-colored Yuan Crystal, or other treasures of equivalent value."
Gu Fan flipped his palm and tossed over a Yuan Crystal.
Seeing this, the man was overjoyed. He quickly took it and stored it in his pouch.
"Fellow Daoist, you truly have strength. I guarantee this information will be worth every bit of your price!"
As he spoke, he handed over a small formation disk:
"To prevent others from overhearing and benefiting from your expense, this disk will ensure complete privacy for our conversation."
Gu Fan accepted it, then nodded and said:
"Let’s proceed then."
The man nodded, and soon, a voice transmission channel was established between the two.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist. I am Bai Qianhe."
"I wonder which aspect of this gathering you’d like to know more about?"
Gu Fan pondered for a moment, then smiled:
"Naturally, the Twelve Holy Sons of the host tribe."
Bai Qianhe wasn’t surprised. He nodded and said:
"Are you familiar with the origin of the Cang Blood Tribe?"
Gu Fan nodded. Fang Xue had already explained most of it, so he understood well.
Bai Qianhe continued:
"To put it simply, back then, to resist external oppression and protect the limited cultivation resources in the Extreme West, twelve medium and small tribes united to form the current Cang Blood Tribe."
"They pooled all their strength and resources together, and gradually rose to become the strongest force beneath the Four Major Forces of the continent."
"However, the twelve prodigies who originally made that decision died one after another, and the problems of the Cang Blood Tribe gradually began to surface. After all, it was a merger of twelve tribes. If those twelve were still alive, it might be easier to manage, but later on… well, you know how it goes."
"Fortunately, the tribe didn’t dare to fully splinter. Everyone understood that once they divided, the Cang Blood Tribe would cease to exist as a top-tier force. Moreover, each successive tribe leader has been powerful enough to forcibly hold the tribe together until now."
At this point, Gu Fan frowned, understanding what the man meant.
"So the emergence of the Twelve Holy Sons now has stabilized the Cang Blood Tribe’s crisis?"
"Fellow Daoist is quite perceptive. The Twelve Holy Sons appeared at the perfect time. They are seen as the reincarnations of the original twelve seniors, and in a way, they deter certain internal elements of the Cang Blood Tribe."
"But it’s only deterrence. For the Twelve Holy Sons, that’s not enough!"
After hearing this, Gu Fan was even more puzzled. Despite all the talking, he still hadn’t grasped the full meaning.
Seeing this, he smiled and said:
"Bai Brother, perhaps you’d best be direct. I think someone else might be willing to hire you after me."