Lu Shu heard this and suddenly remembered the rumors that had been circulating recently. He discreetly looked around, and then said in a low voice, "I heard that all of the Heavenly Court’s Treasure Ships were destroyed by the Demon Clan."

"Impossible!" Liu Ming raised his voice involuntarily upon hearing this.

They were craftsmen from the Heavenly Forge Bureau and naturally knew better than anyone the strength of the Treasure Ships. It could be said that in the current Three Realms they were almost invincible; normal attacks couldn’t even get close, let alone destroy them.

This time, the Heavenly Court had emptied its nest, sending all the Treasure Ships to Luzhou in the North. With such a formidable force, how could the Demon Clan have destroyed them? The rumor was as unbelievable as a fairy tale.

"Brother, keep your voice down. If those Black Dogs hear us, we’re done for," Lu Shu quickly lowered his voice, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The recent oppressive policies seemed to have left him quite anxious.

After ensuring there were no familiar figures in black lurking around, Lu Shu finally relaxed and continued, "I also thought it was impossible when I first heard it. I heard that the Demon Clan has many Treasure Ships too. They caught us off guard and surrounded our ships, leading to their downfall."

Liu Ming’s frown deepened as he pondered, "Where did the Demon Clan get so many Treasure Ships? I thought this technology was unique to the Heavenly Court. Even we don’t fully understand it; it’s impossible to build a Treasure Ship."

His thoughts turned to the books in the attic, and suddenly it occurred to him that perhaps the owner of the mysterious attic could indeed create a Treasure Ship.

"Exactly, many people say there’s an internal traitor in the Heavenly Forge Bureau who stole these top-secret materials and gave them to the Demon Clan. But what’s odd is that for so many days now, those Black Dogs have stopped coming around and no longer search our people," said Lu Shu, also puzzled.

When he first heard the news, he thought the days ahead for the Heavenly Forge Bureau would be extremely difficult, but it turned out to be much better; no one else had been taken to the Heavenly Prison for interrogation.

"Maybe it’s because they’ve obtained other clues and know that the leak didn’t come from someone inside the Heavenly Forge Bureau. After all, there are only a few of us who truly know the secrets, and they are all old members of the Heavenly Court—how could they possibly betray us? And is it really true that only the Heavenly Court can develop this technology?" Liu Ming voiced his doubts.

"Anyhow, apart from Mr. Mo, I can’t think of anyone else who could create such a terrifying thing," Lu Shu muttered under his breath.

Only then did Liu Ming suddenly realize that he hadn’t seen Mr. Mo, the actual head of the Heavenly Forge Bureau, for a very long time. It seemed that from the start he had been ill, and no one knew what kind of strange illness it was that could make an Immortal bedridden and puzzle all the Medical Immortals of the Heavenly Court.

Inside the Exorcist Great Saint Residence, a group of people in black were searching through countless scrolls for information, looking for the person hiding behind the Demon Clan.

"There must be traces of everyone who has passed by; it’s not possible for this person to just appear out of nowhere. Look carefully and find him, to wash away our disgrace," one of them encouraged loudly.

Ever since the Exorcist Great Saint made his judgement, almost all the intelligence agents of the Heavenly Court had been spending their resources to find Lin Fang.

This had become their mission; only by completing it could they hold their heads high.

As it turned out, when an entity as vast as the Heavenly Court focused its resources, it could be terrifyingly effective.

Before long, the name Lin Fang gradually came into everyone’s sight. Some astutely noticed something odd about his movements; it seemed he was involved in every major incident, which was in itself very abnormal.

"Lin Fang?" The Exorcist Great Saint murmured the name softly, the corners of his mouth slowly lifting into a smile.

"Conduct a thorough investigation for me; trace his origins and check if it’s really him."

Meanwhile, in the Demon Realm, Lin Fang and White Dragon were enjoying some tea. As they watched the green tea leaves rolling in the teapot, White Dragon spoke softly with a smile, "The Divine Exorcist Great Saint is already using all his might to search for your information. I believe, given the Heavenly Court’s capabilities, it will not be long before you enter their sight."

Lin Fang heard this and replied indifferently, "Let them find out. My previous tracks were so clear, anyone with intent could find them. But it’s no big deal. Now with the Demon Realm, they won’t find it easy to capture me."

White Dragon also smiled at this, knowing that what Lin Fang had said was true. With this miniature world, Lin Fang, as the Master of the World, was already on invincible ground.

Lin Fang slowly poured the boiled tea into the cups, then said, "Let them search at their leisure; we’ll just wait here for the right moment."

"When do you think will be the right time?"

"Naturally, when the Heavenly Court is too busy to attend to us. Mr. Mo’s surroundings are filled with spies. Making contact rashly would only expose us," Lin Fang said with a sigh.

Ever since detecting the spies around that small courtyard, Lin Fang was pretty sure that the person was indeed the one he was looking for.

Now, it was just a matter of quietly waiting for the right opportunity. After all, with the transportation array, the war equipment produced in the Demon Realm could be continuously sent to the Demon Court, enough to sustain the war.

"Let the wind blow a little longer then!"

In Xiniu Continent, what was once the Earthly Buddhist Kingdom was now plagued with demonic disasters. Marx, indulging in unleashing his power, caused demon sightings to occur everywhere across the land.

People living on this land had no choice but to cling to the powerful monasteries to barely survive, while the disciples of the Buddhist Sect continued to slay demons and expel evil across the land, hoping to restore order.

Upon a towering mountain that punctured the clouds, Marx was standing there, idly bored to death. Around him gathered all kinds of Demon Heads, each emitting terrifying roars.

"What the hell is the Buddhist Sect planning? Why have they been so quiet lately?" Marx muttered to himself.

Recently, he had distinctly felt that the Buddhist Sect’s encirclement and suppression efforts had significantly weakened, yet he didn’t know why.

The terrible demonic disaster had greatly diminished the vitality of the Buddhist Sect, but it also facilitated the rebirth of the Buddhist Sect from the ashes. Those with wavering resolve and unstable faith were stripped away, leaving the Buddhist Sect transformed and brimming with new life.

This change suddenly increased the pressure on Marx, especially since the Buddhist Sect had grown into a behemoth with a wealth of talent during the years he was sealed.

But it was exactly during this time that the overwhelming pursuit he used to feel had vanished, as if the Buddhist Sect had forgotten him.

This discovery made the Demon King very uneasy, not knowing what the Buddhist Sect was really up to.