Chapter 113: Know Yourself, Know Your Enemy

Knowing both yourself and your enemy is the key to winning every battle.

This time, as Jun Wushuang entered the tomb, he had to guard not only against dangers from the Imperial City, but also against the experts of the Black Demon Cult.

He was confident, but never arrogant.

The reason he had subdued Night Owl instead of killing him outright was to gather information.

“Master, the Netherworld Poison Emperor is a person of great importance to our Black Demon Cult.”

“This time, King Featherbane brought us here to excavate the tomb and seize its treasures. We simply did not expect people from the Great Qian Dynasty to arrive before us.”

“There are now as many as three hundred members of our Black Demon Cult gathered in Jiangning City.”

“King Featherbane is the strongest among them and serves as their leader.”

Night Owl revealed everything without the slightest concealment.

“What is King Featherbane’s background?” Jun Wushuang pressed further.

“King Featherbane is an enforcer of our Black Demon Cult. He has another identity as well—the disciple of the Great Sage Heavenly Demon.”

“The Great Sage Heavenly Demon is one of the ten elders of our Black Demon Cult. The Netherworld Poison Emperor was once his disciple too. In terms of seniority, King Featherbane is the Netherworld Poison Emperor’s junior fellow disciple.”

“This time, it was also under the Great Sage Heavenly Demon’s orders that King Featherbane came here to search for the tomb.”

Night Owl held a fairly high position within the Black Demon Cult and knew many of its secrets.

The Great Sage Heavenly Demon!

Anyone honored with the title of Sage was unquestionably a powerhouse of the Saint Realm.

The Black Demon Cult was an undying force guarded by a Great Emperor, so it was hardly surprising that it possessed Saints.

Still, Jun Wushuang was slightly astonished that this tomb was connected to so many powerful figures.

“Who is the strongest person from the Black Demon Cult taking part in this tomb expedition?” Jun Wushuang asked again.

King Featherbane had Jiang Hongru and the others to deal with, so there was no need for Jun Wushuang to concern himself with him.

What he truly needed to focus on were the people entering the tomb.

“Master, the disciples of our Black Demon Cult are divided into four ranks: gold, silver, bronze, and iron. I am a silver-ranking disciple, while powerhouses of the Marquis Realm are gold-ranking disciples.”

“This time, we have thirty-nine gold-ranking disciples and ten silver-ranking disciples.”

“As for the person leading us, that would be the Tenth Demon Prince!”

Demon Prince?

Jun Wushuang frowned slightly and looked at Night Owl, waiting for an explanation.

“Master, our Black Demon Cult has ten Demon Princes in all. Every one of them is an unparalleled prodigy with extraordinary talent, and each is ranked on the Prodigy List.”

“The Tenth Demon Prince is named Mo Fenglie. He is a ninth-level Marquis Realm powerhouse and ranks three hundred and eighth on the Prodigy List.”

“Mo Fenglie possesses the Storm Sacred Physique and excels in concealed weapons. The Armor-Piercing Mosquito-Whisk Needle in his possession is not only a top-grade Dao Artifact, but also as fine as a strand of hair, making it almost impossible to guard against.”

Night Owl recited every detail about the Tenth Demon Prince.

None of this information was considered secret within the Black Demon Cult, but it was the first time Jun Wushuang had heard it.

A ninth-level Marquis Realm powerhouse!

The Storm Sacred Physique!

The Tenth Demon Prince!

Mo Fenglie was indeed extraordinary, but compared with Crown Prince Jiang Rulong, he was still considerably inferior.

“By the way, Mo Fenglie has another identity. He is King Featherbane’s junior fellow disciple—the newest disciple accepted by the Great Sage Heavenly Demon!”

Night Owl spoke again, revealing another secret.

Mo Fenglie’s appearance here was naturally no coincidence.

He had come for the Netherworld Poison Emperor’s tomb as well.

“It seems that the Myriad Poisons Demon Pearl is extremely important to the Great Sage Heavenly Demon!”

Jun Wushuang narrowed his eyes, a speculation forming in his mind.

King Featherbane, Mo Fenglie, and the Netherworld Poison Emperor had all been disciples of the Great Sage Heavenly Demon.

And this time, both King Featherbane and Mo Fenglie had come here under the Great Sage Heavenly Demon’s orders.

This meant that the Netherworld Poison Emperor’s tomb contained something the Great Sage Heavenly Demon cared about.

Of all the treasures in the tomb, the most precious was undoubtedly the Myriad Poisons Demon Pearl.

Yet Jun Wushuang was puzzled.

The Myriad Poisons Demon Pearl was merely a semi-Saint artifact. To the Great Sage Heavenly Demon, it should not be particularly valuable.

Then there was only one possibility.

The Myriad Poisons Demon Pearl concealed a secret unknown to outsiders.

“It seems the Black Demon Cult is determined to obtain the Myriad Poisons Demon Pearl as well!”

A sharp glint flashed in Jun Wushuang’s eyes. He could sense the Black Demon Cult’s resolve.

“By the way, how is King Featherbane doing now?” Jun Wushuang asked again.

The Southern Suppression King had been poisoned and grievously wounded. King Featherbane could hardly have escaped unscathed.

“King Featherbane is in a very bad state. Earlier, when fighting over the tomb, he battled the Southern Suppression King and barely managed to claim victory. He is currently healing at the camp.”

“His injuries are not the main problem. What truly matters is that he was struck by Yin-Poison Death Qi!”

“It is a deadly toxin left within the tomb. Not only is it fiercely poisonous, but it also contains Death Qi that destroys vitality. It is exceptionally difficult to deal with.”

Night Owl did not dare conceal anything and honestly explained the situation.

Although the Black Demon Cult excelled in the use of poison, this Yin-Poison Death Qi had been left behind by the Netherworld Poison Emperor.

Compared with the Netherworld Poison Emperor, King Featherbane was ultimately a level weaker.

“Can you take me to see King Featherbane?” Jun Wushuang suddenly asked, startling Night Owl.

Go and see King Featherbane?

That man was a powerful expert of the Black Demon Cult—and a demonic cultivator at that, moody and murderous, acting entirely according to his whims.

If Jun Wushuang went there, he would almost certainly be courting death.

“Wushuang, that is far too dangerous!” Jun Zhantian’s expression changed, and he quickly spoke up.

“Father, rest assured. I know what I am doing.” Jun Wushuang smiled faintly, reassuring his father.

He had not made this decision on a whim. Rather, he had conceived a new plan.

Since the Nangong Clan and the Imperial Martial Academy were all intent on killing him, why could he not use someone else’s blade to kill them?

If he could infiltrate the Black Demon Cult and enter the tomb as one of its disciples, then even if he killed Nangong Xiong and the others, they would attribute the grudge to the Black Demon Cult.

That way, he could avenge himself while avoiding trouble—a perfect solution.

Of course, becoming a disciple of the Black Demon Cult was no easy matter. With the tomb expedition imminent, securing a place at this juncture would be even more difficult.

Therefore, he had to begin with King Featherbane.

“Master, taking you to see King Featherbane would not be difficult, but his temper is extremely violent. I am afraid…” Night Owl said cautiously.

His life was in Jun Wushuang’s hands.

If Jun Wushuang died, would he not be dragged down with him?

“As long as you take me to see King Featherbane, you need not concern yourself with anything else,” Jun Wushuang said calmly, completely confident.

Night Owl was still worried, but he did not dare say anything more.

“Father, this is no place to stay for long. Take your people and leave first. Hide somewhere for the time being, and return after this matter is over.”

Since Night Owl had managed to find them, others would surely think of the Jun family as well.

Therefore, leaving Shuichuan Town and concealing themselves for the time being was the best choice.

With a flash, Jun Wushuang reached into his Bronze Demon Ring and took out a Sun-Moon Sword Talisman.

“Father, this is a Sun-Moon Sword Talisman. Keep it as a life-saving measure.”

Jun Wushuang possessed two Sun-Moon Sword Talismans. He now gave one to his father, so that even if he encountered a Heavenly King Realm powerhouse, Jun Zhantian would still have the power to protect himself.

“Wushuang, be careful,” Jun Zhantian said, his worry undiminished as he gripped the talisman.

“Father, do not worry. I will be fine.”

Jun Wushuang bade farewell to his father, then immediately set off with Night Owl toward the Black Demon Cult’s camp.

This time—

I am going to fish in troubled waters.