To monitor Jiao Chengyu’s movements, Lin Han was extremely vigilant. The unusual behavior of his companion, Xuu Yi, caught Lin Han’s attention, sparking his curiosity as he thought Xuu Yi might have discovered something peculiar about Jiao Chengyu. Xuu Yi forced a bitter smile and shook his head. The presence of the Ancestor seemed to have only sent him a secret communication. After a brief thought, Xuu Yi felt it wasn’t appropriate to tell Lin Han about it, so he pretended nothing had happened. Hearing this, Lin Han took another look around and then asked no more. In the next moment, Lu Ping’s voice once again resonated in Xuu Yi’s mind. This time, he briefly introduced Sikong Feixing, instructing Xuu Yi to make contact and claim he was there to capture Jiao Chengyu. To see how Sikong Feixing would react and if he would cooperate. Collaborating with the disciples of the Empty Thief Sect would certainly make capturing Jiao Chengyu much easier. Following the system’s instructions couldn’t be wrong. Xuu Yi obediently got up and headed towards Sikong Feixing as Lu Ping directed. Seeing Xuu Yi approaching him, Sikong Feixing’s face showed a hint of vigilance. "Senior Brother Xuu, what are you doing..." Lin Han, witnessing this, didn’t understand why Xuu Yi would approach Sikong Feixing and was filled with curiosity, so he listened attentively. Just as Lu Ping predicted, when Xuu Yi stated he was there to apprehend Jiao Chengyu, Sikong Feixing quickly asked. "I’ve been tracking this Jiao Chengyu for days. Have you discovered his whereabouts?" Sikong Feixing asked. Mentioning Jiao Chengyu, he secretly gritted his teeth, deeply contemptuous of the other’s behavior of flaunting under the guise of the Empty Thief Sect’s disciple to commit various injustices and scams. Such matters of defending the Sect’s dignity and eliminating impostors were things Sikong Feixing had long wanted to do. "Based on our Sect’s information, Jiao Chengyu is currently hiding in this Flower Fairy Tower." Xuu Yi informed truthfully. "However, we haven’t flushed him out yet; we need more time to search and shouldn’t alert him prematurely." "Which Sect are you from?" Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 "We are from the Cyan Mountain Sect." Xuu Yi revealed his background. "I’m Xuu Yi, and over there, that’s my Senior Brother Lin Han." "So, it’s the two friends from the Cyan Mountain Sect, a pleasure to meet you." "I’m Sikong Feixing from the Empty Thief Sect." After introducing himself, Sikong Feixing inquired if Xuu Yi was willing to cooperate with him. To this, Xuu Yi did not rush to respond and instead asked Sikong Feixing if he knew of the Cyan Mountain Sect. He wanted to know if Sikong Feixing was a helper sent by the Ancestor; otherwise, why would the Ancestor have him engage with Sikong Feixing for cooperation? Mentioning the Cyan Mountain Sect, the young Sikong Feixing shook his head repeatedly, indicating he had never heard of it. Xuu Yi felt a buzz in his head. So, you’re not the helper sent by the Ancestor after all. Then how did the Ancestor know you also wanted to capture Jiao Chengyu? Could the Ancestor be so powerful, able to perceive even others’ thoughts? While Xuu Yi was secretly astonished, Lu Ping’s voice came through. "Don’t ask too much, just cooperate with him directly." Hearing this, Xuu Yi took a deep breath and nodded. The Ancestor might be lurking, ghost-like, nearby, observing the situation. Without delay, as per Lu Ping’s instructions, Xuu Yi agreed to collaborate with Sikong Feixing and then called Lin Han to the table to discuss how to deal with Jiao Chengyu. Throughout the process, Lu Ping listened quietly. After over an hour of discussion, the three finally decided to take action at noon the next day. Noon, after a hearty meal, is the time of day when people are most drowsy and lethargic. It is also the only time of day when Jiao Chengyu leaves his room. For this, Xuu Yi sought Lu Ping’s opinion on whether to proceed this way. Thus, the three began to plan. The time quickly arrived as scheduled, and it was noon the next day. Xuu Yi, Lin Han, and Sikong Feixing sat at separate tables, occupying the inn’s entrance and the two windows on either side, forming a triangular encirclement pattern, waiting silently for Jiao Chengyu to enter the inn. Around them, scattered patrons were discussing recent amusing events in the city, chatting and laughing; the atmosphere was lively. After waiting for a while, Jiao Chengyu appeared. He was carrying a black wine jug, looking a bit tipsy, exhaling the scent of alcohol, and was walking towards the outside of the inn alone. A sudden shout, Xuu Yi called out to Jiao Chengyu from his table, his voice clear and bright. Being called by name, Jiao Chengyu instinctively turned his head, looking towards Xuu Yi, and asked. Meanwhile, seated at the inn’s entrance, Sikong Feixing noticed Jiao Chengyu’s response, a gleam flashed in his eyes. As expected, although he had changed his appearance, it was certainly Jiao Chengyu; he even asked who had called his name. Previously, he, Lin Han, and Xuu Yi had discussed that if they called out Jiao Chengyu’s name and he responded, then his identity would be confirmed. If not, they would need to keep observing. Now, the fish was on the hook, and there was no need to observe further. Jiao Chengyu took the initiative, hurling his wine jug fiercely at Xuu Yi. Before the jug could reach its target, it was intercepted by a sharp cyan sword edge, instantly cut open. The split jug exploded in mid-air, spilling its contents, and the scent of alcohol filled the air. Xuu Yi had taken action. He wielded the Cyan Bamboo Sword, and the scene of the jug being sliced open seemed like a slow-motion shot from a movie, seen clearly by Jiao Chengyu. Yet all of this happened in a flash. Realizing he had fallen into a trap, Jiao Chengyu instantly sobered, abandoning the jug and fleeing towards the nearest window, not even considering engaging in a fight. To him, anyone daring to make a move against him with such meticulous planning likely had the strength to rival him. Fighting wouldn’t be easy. Who knows, there might be accomplices nearby, or even traps set outside the door, waiting for him to exert effort and delay time. So years of thieving experience told him that escaping was the best strategy. "Thief, where are you going?" Lin Han shouted softly, anticipating that Jiao Chengyu would try to escape without a fight, and was prepared. He leapt up, leveraging his advantageous position to block the window in advance. At the same time, Xuu Yi attacked again, his body soaring like a swift swallow. He wielded his Cyan Bamboo Sword, slashing it towards Jiao Chengyu. Blocked from escape at the first encounter, Jiao Chengyu attempted to change his escape route, heading towards another window. In the next moment, another cyan sword light approached. It was also a Cyan Bamboo Sword. Facing Lin Han’s attack, Jiao Chengyu’s expression changed, quickly employing a technique called ’Thousand-Mile Divine Movement’ to evade Lin Han’s slashing Cyan Bamboo Sword, then turned to strike at Xuu Yi, aiming to make him the breakthrough point.