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If I can get Di Tian and the others to work for me, then my plans will be implemented more smoothly in the future.
There was no other way; the sacred tree's flowering and fruiting were such a big event, and it also took time.
I must prepare a large fighting force and be ready to take on the entire world single-handedly.
The reason he didn't reveal his identity to Gu Yue before was because he was unsure about Gu Yue's attitude towards Tang Wulin.
If I rashly reveal my identity to Gu Yue, and she betrays me, I won't even have anyone to cry to.
However, if it is confirmed that Gu Yue ordered the assassination of Tang Wulin, then Su Mo would not mind revealing his identity to Gu Yue.
"Junior, what are you thinking about? Why are you so lost in thought!"
Seeing that Su Mo had been somewhat distracted since the beginning, Mu Xi gently patted Su Mo's shoulder.
Su Mo snapped out of his reverie, suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his heart, and said calmly, "It's nothing. I was just wondering... what exactly is the purpose of someone who is at least a Title Douluo level going to such lengths to infiltrate Donghai Academy and assassinate Tang Wulin?"
"Moreover, logically speaking, a cultivator at this level shouldn't be unable to accurately aim at a heart."
Su Mo paused, a meaningful glint in her eyes, and said seriously, "So I suspect that the other party never intended to kill Tang Wulin at all, but had other purposes."
"This assassination attempt was merely a cover for his true purpose."
Su Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly.
Gu Yue, who was mingling in the crowd, heard Su Mo's analysis and a barely perceptible look of shock flashed across her face.
Gu Yue never expected that even though she had made Zi Ji go to such lengths, some things were still guessed by others.
Fortunately, all eyes were on Tang Wulin at the moment, and no one noticed Gu Yue's unusual behavior.
However, this also strengthened Gu Yue's resolve to kill Su Mo.
"Tonight, let Zi Ji take care of Su Mo!"
"That's a good analysis!"
Before Mu Xi could speak, a voice carrying a hint of approval and a smile drifted from the other end of the corridor.
Su Mo and Mu Xi subconsciously looked up and saw an old man dressed in a dark Tang suit walking slowly towards them.
The old man had graying temples, but his steps were light and steady, and his brows were full of energy.
The moment Su Mo saw the old man, he recognized him as Liang Xiaoyu, the head of the Min Hall of the Tang Clan, who was in charge of intelligence gathering and public relations.
Liang Xiaoyu approached Su Mo, a grin spreading across his face that he thought was incredibly handsome.
However, because he was missing half a front tooth, Liang Xiaoyu's smile inexplicably felt lewd.
"Kid, I think your analytical skills are quite good. How about joining our Mintang?"
After looking Su Mo up and down, Liang Xiaoyu invited him with a smile.
"No, Master Liang,"
Su Mo rejected Liang Xiaoyu's invitation without even thinking, saying, "I have no interest in the Tang Clan."
Liang Xiaoyu was not surprised to see that Su Mo recognized him.
Rather, it would be strange if someone with Su Mo's background didn't recognize him, given his well-known nickname "Little Dawn of Shanxi".
"Our Tang Clan's benefits are among the best on the entire continent. Are you really not going to reconsider?"
As Liang Xiaoyu spoke, he nudged Su Mo with his elbow and gave her a knowing smile.
Having finally encountered a promising talent like Su Mo, who possesses extraordinary insight and keen intuition and is naturally suited for intelligence gathering and analysis, Liang Xiaoyu was unwilling to let him slip away.
Seeing Liang Xiaoyu's lewd grin, Mu Xi immediately shielded Su Mo behind her, glaring at Liang Xiaoyu like a bristling little leopard, and said with displeasure.
"Hey, you old codger, you're not trying to corrupt my junior, are you?!"
Upon hearing this, Liang Xiaoyu's smile became somewhat stiff.
More than a month ago, Liang Xiaoyu had already meticulously analyzed Su Mo's interpersonal relationships.
The moment Liang Xiaoyu saw Mu Xi, he recognized her as the daughter of the master craftsman Mu Chen.
"Heh, young people, just kidding."
Liang Xiaoyu chuckled twice, then decisively turned and walked into the ward.
He didn't want to clash with Mu Xi over such a trivial matter, especially since Mu Xi's mother, Yuan Bao'er, was among them.
If you anger Yuan Bao'er, it's the same as offending both Mu Chen and Zhen Hua, two titans in the forging world.
That was a situation that this old man couldn't handle.
Watching Liang Xiaoyu slink away, Mu Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to Su Mo and solemnly instructed him, "Junior, you'd better be careful and stay away from that old geezer! You can tell at a glance that he's not a decent person."
"..."
Upon hearing Mu Xi's evaluation of him, Liang Xiaoyu staggered, feeling extremely depressed.
What do you mean by saying I'm obviously not a decent person? I'm the head of the Min Hall of the Tang Clan!
……
"President Mu, Mrs. Yuan, it's been a long time!"
As soon as Liang Xiaoyu entered the ward, he greeted Mr. and Mrs. Mu Chen warmly.
Because of his work, Liang Xiaoyu had met Mu Chen and his wife a few times back then.
"It has indeed been a long time. What brings you to Donghai City, Hall Master Liang?"
Upon seeing Liang Xiaoyu, Mu Chen paused for a moment before responding politely.
"Hey, don't mention it!"
Liang Xiaoyu waved his hand, looking annoyed, and said, "Isn't it that the Tang Clan in Donghai City has run into trouble again?"
Normally, this kind of thing shouldn't be enough to make a big shot like Liang Xiaoyu make a trip in person, but because Ling Zichen's incident also happened near Donghai City last time.
Liang Xiaoyu thought the two might be related, which is why he came over in person.
"Something happened again?"
A hint of surprise flashed across Mu Chen's face.
Although the Tang Clan kept Ling Zichen's matter well under wraps, it couldn't be hidden from Mu Chen at all.
Liang Xiaoyu pointed at Tang Wulin, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and said with some surprise, "President Mu, don't you know? Your precious disciple has already joined our Tang Clan!"
"Hey, has Wu Lin joined the Tang Sect?"
Mu Chen looked embarrassed upon hearing this.
Because he had focused all his energy on teaching Tang Wulin forging skills, he didn't know much about other aspects of Tang Wulin.
If Liang Xiaoyu hadn't spoken up this time, Tang Wulin would probably still be completely unaware of the matter of joining the Tang Clan.
Thinking of this, Mu Chen secretly resolved to pay more attention to Tang Wulin in the future.
Seeing this, Liang Xiaoyu didn't say anything more, but walked through the crowd to Wu Changkong's side.
"Mr. Liang, you've finally arrived!"
Sitting silently by the bedside, his face ashen, Wu Changkong, who was guarding Tang Wulin, saw Liang Xiaoyu arrive and quickly stood up.
After receiving Xie Xie's message last night, Wu Changkong almost went crazy with anxiety.
He had only taken a day off yesterday because of the relocation of the Hero Hall equipment at the East China Sea branch, but Tang Wulin was assassinated by an evil soul master that very night and nearly lost his life.
For Wu Changkong, Tang Wulin was no longer just his student, but also the anchor of his soul.
It was Tang Wulin who moved him with his clumsy efforts and sincerity. Without Tang Wulin, he might still be in a state of stagnation.
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"Xiao Changkong, don't panic. The healing-type Soul Master sent by headquarters is on its way."
Liang Xiaoyu patted Wu Changkong on the shoulder to comfort him.
Liang Xiaoyu had a clear understanding of how much Wu Changkong cared about Tang Wulin, his student.
Upon receiving news of Tang Wulin's assassination attempt last night, Wu Changkong immediately applied to the Tang Sect headquarters for the highest-level treatment plan.
Upon hearing that the Tang Sect's healing-type Soul Master was already on his way, Wu Changkong's tense nerves finally relaxed considerably.
With the medical resources provided by the Tang Sect, Tang Wulin's injuries will heal quickly.
After comforting Wu Changkong, Liang Xiaoyu's sharp gaze swept across the room, and he said in a deep voice, "Everyone except those from Class Zero, please leave this room."
"I have some questions to ask Tang Wulin and the other students in Class Zero."
Although those present did not know Liang Xiaoyu's background, they all tactfully left when they saw how familiar he was with Mu Chen.
Soon, only Su Mo and his group of students from Class Zero, along with teacher Wu Changkong, remained in the room.
"Child, can you tell me what happened last night?"
As Liang Xiaoyu spoke, he leaned down and put his ear to Tang Wulin's mouth.
After a night of emergency treatment, Tang Wulin's life was no longer in danger.
However, due to the limitations of the medical facilities in Donghai City, Tang Wulin is now unable to move, and even speaking is extremely difficult for him.
Just as Wu Changkong was about to answer for Tang Wulin, Liang Xiaoyu stopped him with a look.
Years of intelligence gathering have taught Liang Xiaoyu that in cases like Tang Wulin's, the worst thing to do is to listen to third-party descriptions.
About fifteen minutes later, Liang Xiaoyu finally listened to Tang Wulin's description of the whole incident.
After listening to Tang Wulin's account, Liang Xiaoyu asked Xie Xie and Gu Yue, who were present at the scene, how they discovered the anomaly in Tang Wulin's room last night.
After listening to Xie Xie and Gu Yue's explanation, Liang Xiaoyu closed his eyes slightly, as if he was sorting out the thoughts in his mind.
The air in the ward grew heavy as everyone awaited Liang Xiaoyu's outcome.
However, to everyone's surprise, Liang Xiaoyu did not speak, but instead gave Wu Changkong a look.
Wu Changkongxin immediately understood and instructed Su Mo and the others, "Alright, you can all leave now!"
"Teacher Wu,..."
Xie Xie wanted to try and find out more, but he was immediately silenced by Wu Changkong's merciless glare.