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A moment later.

In the Artifact Storage Pavilion of Seafall City, Pei Zhenhao stood grimly over a withered corpse, his face ashen with fury and despair.

Beside him was his disciple Jin Yuanping, the eighth level Gold Core cultivator, along with the pavilion’s master, Daoist Sanfa, a ninth level Gold Core cultivator.

It could be seen that although Daoist Sanfa was furious, he was more terrified.

The mysterious demonic cultivator had already claimed the lives of five or six Gold Core cultivators in Seafall City, and now he had daringly targeted Sanfa’s junior brother.

If this continued, then, who could guarantee that the other party would not target him, the master of the Artifact Storage Pavilion?

“Um, Senior Pei…”

Daoist Sanfa braced himself and looked at Pei Zhenhao in front of him.

“Senior Pei, do you have anyway to help me find that demonic cultivator and avenge my junior brother and the Artifact Storage Pavilion?”

Such words should not be asked by a Golden Core cultivator like him.

No matter what, Pei Zhenhao was a Nascent Soul Perfected Lord.

He naturally had his own way of doing things.

Moreover, it could even be seen as a demand or an accusation and could provoke Pei Zhenhao’s anger.

If Sanfa encountered someone temperamental or hostile, he might even get killed for his impudence.

However, at this moment, Daoist Sanfa really had no choice.

One had to know that in the current Seafall City, aside from Pei Zhenhao, everyone else could only enter, but they were not allowed to leave.

The city was under strict lockdown.

Although Daoist Sanfa understood that Pei Zhenhao’s intention was to flush out the hidden demonic cultivator, the problem was that, even after so much time had passed, they hadn’t succeeded in doing so.

Instead, the demonic cultivator had claimed more lives, intensifying the fear and urgency.

He was really afraid that the demonic cultivator would target him.

Pei Zhenhao was obviously aware of what Daoist Sanfa was worried about.

However, at this moment, he truly had no way to find the demonic cultivator in a short amount of time.

Similarly.

Pei Zhenhao couldn’t possibly lift the lockdown of Seafall City at this moment, allowing the people inside a chance to leave.

Just as he was about to find an excuse to dismiss Sanfa, Jiang Chengxuan, who had been observing everything by his side, suddenly interjected.

“Fellow Daoist Pei, if I am not mistaken, the cultivation technique practiced by this demonic cultivator should be one that specializes in absorbing others’ essence.

If you don’t mind, maybe I could try and see if I can track down this demonic cultivator.”

“Huh?”

Hearing Jiang Chengxuan’s words, Pei Zhenhao’s expression clearly showed surprise.

He looked at Jiang Chengxuan and said, “Can you discern what kind of technique this demonic cultivator practices? Do you really have a way to find him?”

Shen Ruyan suddenly interrupted with a smile.

“Fellow Daoist Pei, you might not be aware, but my husband is proficient in divination.

With the presence of this victim’s body, my husband can calculate the whereabouts of the culprit with a probability of over sixty percent.”

Shen Ruyan was obviously being modest.

However, when Pei Zhenhao heard this, his eyes lit up.

If Jiang Chengxuan truly excelled in divination, then there was a very high possibility that he could locate the demonic cultivator.

At the thought of this, Pei Zhenhao immediately cupped his fists solemnly at Jiang Chengxuan and said sincerely,

“Fellow Daoist Jiang, please lend me a hand. If we can really find traces of that demonic cultivator this time, I, Pei Zhenhao, will definitely reward you heavily.”

At this point, the demonic cultivator could be considered a thorn in Pei Zhenhao’s side.

If Jiang Chengxuan could really help him resolve this issue, he was more than willing to express his gratitude generously.

“Hehe, you’re too polite, Fellow Daoist Pei.”

Jiang Chengxuan smiled and waved his hand.

“For me, this is just a small effort. You don’t need to thank me.”

As he spoke, Jiang Chengxuan didn’t wait for Pei Zhenhao to speak again and directly extended his hand to pluck a dried strand of hair from the corpse.

Soon, a faint light began to emanate from his fingertips.

After a short while, Jiang Chengxuan opened his eyes, having completed his divination.

Pei Zhenhao, somewhat impatiently, asked, “Daoist Jiang, what did you find?”

Jiang Chengxuan smiled and said, “Fortunately, I didn’t disappoint you.”

He then reported a specific address.

Upon hearing this, Pei Zhenhao’s eyes immediately lit up.

He exclaimed “good” three times and set off with Jiang Chengxuan and his wife towards the location.

In a bustling market of Seafall City.

A seemingly ordinary man was casually strolling through.

He occasionally stopped, loitering for a moment at various stalls, then moved on just like everyone else, heading to different areas.

However, at this moment, several rays of light suddenly flew over from the distant sky.

Some sharp-eyed people in the market immediately recognized that among the people who came this time was actually the current person-in-charge of Seafall City, Pei Zhenhao.

He was a real power figure within the East Sea Sect, a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The ordinary-looking man, just about to enter a shop, suddenly narrowed his eyes subtly.