Suspicious Identity, Taken for Investigation

Upon arriving at Kongtong Mountain, checking in yielded the Taibai Sword Pellet, such a powerful weapon. It seemed a trip to the Kongtong Sect on Kongtong Mountain was definitely in order.
Soon... Ye Fan met a disciple of the Kongtong Sect.
Seeing Ye Fan dressed in Great Gan attire, the other party did not think much of it and began to converse with him.
After chatting with the Kongtong disciple, Ye Fan learned that the Number One Under Heaven Martial Arts Assembly was to be held in a month, which he found somewhat hard to believe.
"The scattered bits of time spent on the Dengtian Platform definitely did not amount to a year—at most, a month's time."
"Yet, this Kongtong Sect disciple before me confidently claims that the Number One Under Heaven Martial Arts Assembly is starting in less than a month!"
"If he is not lying... then there must be something strange about the steps of the Dengtian Platform. Since even a legendary top-tier divine artifact like the Bagua Furnace has appeared, what else is impossible?"
Had Ye Fan's current cultivation level not been too low, he would have certainly found a way to carry the Bagua Furnace away with him.
At this point,
Ye Fan realized,
"A year really has passed!"
However, Ye Fan's strange behavior aroused the other party's suspicion.
......
He heard the Kongtong Sect disciple suddenly shout in accusation,
"You are not from our Great Gan. Could you be a spy for the Baihuo Sect?"
Ye Fan shook his head, pulling out his identity proof and some documents from his robes...
"Look, I am a Sixth-Rank eunuch of Great Gan, currently serving under the Ninth Prince, traveling to all the major sects to promote the Number One Under Heaven Martial Arts Assembly. How could I be a spy?"
The Kongtong Sect disciple wore a know-it-all expression, looking highly disdainful.
"Hmph, lately the Baihuo Sect has been plotting to stir up trouble in Great Gan.
I think you look highly suspicious. Come with me."
"Apologies, but I am truly a good person."
Ye Fan pretended to struggle.
"A good person? Would a good person apologize?"
Unexpectedly, the Kongtong disciple grew more excited as he spoke, directly asserting Ye Fan's identity as a spy.
"Say no more. With my superior intelligence, I saw through your disguise as a Great Gan citizen long ago, attempting to pry into the Kongtong Sect's secrets from me."
The Kongtong disciple grew increasingly enthusiastic.
"Hmph, merely a minor Fifth-Grade Houtian martial artist, yet you dare come here to spy on our Great Gan territory... Keep struggling. The more you struggle, the more excited I get!"
"......"
For the first time, Ye Fan felt he was in some danger.
......
In the end, the Kongtong disciple escorted Ye Fan back to the Kongtong Sect.
Within the Kongtong Sect, some outstanding disciples had gone to participate in the Number One Under Heaven Martial Arts Assembly, while another group was fighting the Baihuo Sect.
In the Southern Border of Great Gan, the Baihuo Sect and the Kongtong Sect had always been irreconcilable enemies.
Over the past year, for unknown reasons, the Baihuo Sect's offensive had weakened significantly.
Nonetheless, a fragile state of probing and skirmishes persisted between the two sides.
Today, apart from Ye Fan, the Kongtong disciple had captured another suspicious individual—a very delicate-looking man... Both of them accepted their fate and did not struggle.
After an inner disciple senior brother of the Kongtong Sect asked a couple of half-hearted questions, he said no more.
Ye Fan had not expected to be tied up together with this person.
Ye Fan was slightly annoyed.
"This is going to affect my check-ins."
Soon, the Kongtong disciples grew busy with their duties, leaving Ye Fan and the effeminate man aside, tossing them into a woodshed.
After all, what could two Houtian realm martial artists possibly do?
......
Seeing the sky gradually darken, the hour of Hai was fast approaching.
Once the hour of Hai passed, it would be time for the next day's check-in.
Ye Fan thought to himself,
"Before checking in, should I knock this guy out first?"
To his surprise,
Before Ye Fan could act,
A chill ran down the back of his neck, followed by a soft force... Ye Fan was stunned for a moment before realizing that the other party was trying to knock him out...
Unfortunately, this force was far too weak.
It was like being tickled.
However, as long as it allowed the other party to leave, it did not matter who fainted. Ye Fan cooperatively fell over.
......
He heard a soft
*whoosh*.
A flame inexplicably rose from the other party's hand, completely burning away the ropes binding them.
Yet, after doing all this, the other party did not seem to leave immediately, but stared at him for a while...
Ye Fan felt a bit helpless. Sometimes, being too handsome was truly a burden.
......
After staring for a bit,
Suddenly, the other party stood up and left.
......
Ye Fan remained lying down for a while longer, as the other party was still peeking at him from outside the window.
Only after confirming there was no one around did Ye Fan take out the Book of Xiangxu and open it!
The moment he opened it, he was stunned!
Golden threads instantly traversed the entire map within the book. The peaceful feng shui was densely packed with countless check-in locations.
Just based on these glowing details, Ye Fan felt he could stay on Kongtong Mountain for a whole year!
"Ah, this...
Could there be a problem with the Book of Xiangxu?"
Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. Even the woodshed beneath him seemed to be an excellent check-in spot.
He frowned, sensing that things were not simple.
"Could there be something wrong with Kongtong Mountain?"
......
"Ding! Detected that the host is at a brand-new location: Kongtong Mountain Woodshed. Do you wish to check in?"
"Confirm!"
"Soul Returning Pill: Crafted by ancient great cultivators using an inherited secret recipe. After eighty-one days of refinement, this miraculous pill can bring the dead back to life and transcend Samsara.
However, each cultivator can only use the Soul Returning Pill once... Otherwise..."
Ye Fan looked at the Soul Returning Pill in his hand. The system didn't even say what would happen "otherwise." What a mischievous little imp...
"So here lies the problem.
If I die, how am I supposed to use the Soul Returning Pill?"
It seemed...
Once dead, one was dead; the Soul Returning Pill would be useless.
Unless there was someone reliable to feed it to him.
Logically speaking, to a transmigrator like Ye Fan, the Soul Returning Pill was as useless as chicken ribs... Its greatest use was to save others.
From that perspective, if someone believed in its efficacy, it could probably fetch a good price.
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While Ye Fan was hesitating, a long time passed, and sounds came from outside the door once more.
He saw an extremely elegant and gentle woman rush inside.
"Huh?
Why is this woman wearing the clothes of the man from earlier?
Or rather,
Are they the same person?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, seeing that her left shoulder had been struck by a concealed weapon and was bleeding... The injury seemed extremely severe.
"True. After all, with only a Third-Grade Houtian cultivation, danger lurks everywhere."
......
Perhaps not expecting Ye Fan to be awake, the woman frowned and directly pulled down her collar...
"*Gasp...*
Ye Fan..."
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