Chapter 483: The Trap.
Chapter 483: Chapter 483: The Trap.
"I may be too impolite to ask this, but... could it be that Prime Minister Mu is also connected to these demonic cultivators?"
As soon as those words left Li Feng’s mouth, the already tense atmosphere became even heavier.
Some guards turned their gazes suspiciously toward Prime Minister Mu, their grips on their weapons tightening.
Prime Minister Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He stared at Li Feng’s bright, seemingly harmless smiling face for a moment.
But behind that smile, the old man could clearly sense the hidden killing intent.
Prime Minister Mu knew that If he uttered even one wrong word... he might really die here today.
The young man in front of him was covered in blood, had just casually slaughtered a Golden Core expert, and was clearly unafraid of the consequences.
For a moment, a cold chill ran down even Prime Minister Mu’s spine.
But Prime Minister Mu suddenly let out a low laugh.
His wrinkled face showed a trace of helplessness and admiration.
’This old man has lived his entire life amidst schemes and conspiracies. To think that I would one day be suspected by a junior like this...’
He shook his head, but his sharp eyes never left Li Feng.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally let out a long sigh and slowly stroked his beard once more.
"Envoy Li, you really know how to joke. This old man has served the Dynasty my entire life. If I were truly connected to demonic cultivators, how could I have survived until today?"
Hearing those words, Li Feng’s smile didn’t waver in the slightest.
Instead, he tilted his head slightly, looking genuinely curious as he continued in a relaxed tone:
"Prime Minister Mu misunderstands me. I’m not suspecting you. I’m simply... worried."
He took a slow step forward, blood still dripping from his clothes.
"After all, a demonic cultivator was able to appear so boldly as a guest in this place. If even the Prime Minister’s residence can be infiltrated so easily, then the situation in the capital must be more dangerous than I imagined."
Then Li Feng sighed softly, his voice carrying a hint of concern.
"And as an envoy representing the Azure Moon Sect and the Sect Leader’s trust... it really weighs on my heart to know there are hidden demonic cultivators among the most important pillars of this glorious Dynasty."
Hearing his words and sensing the suspicious gazes from several guards, Prime Minister Mu didn’t panic.
Instead, he smiled calmly with an expression of genuine surprise and helplessness.
"Envoy Li is truly... a man of great righteousness," Prime Minister Mu said with a calm but slightly heavy voice. "This old man did not expect that Mad Bull was secretly a demonic cultivator. By eliminating him, Envoy Li has performed a great service for the Dynasty."
The old man sighed deeply and shook his head.
"To think that this old man’s eyes have become so dull in my old age... I actually invited a demonic cultivator into my residence without realizing it. This is truly this old man’s negligence."
He cupped his hands toward Li Feng with a sincere-looking expression.
"I thank Envoy Li for helping clean up this hidden threat. If there are any other demonic remnants, this old man sincerely hopes Envoy Li will continue to lend a hand. After all, the safety of the Dynasty is something we all care about."
Prime Minister Mu’s words were flawless... humble, cooperative, and even slightly self-blaming.
He skillfully turned the situation around, making himself appear as a concerned elder while subtly shifting some pressure back onto Li Feng.
The surrounding guards looked slightly confused now.
And some of the suspicion in their eyes eased a little.
’Damn old fox...’ Li Feng cursed inwardly.
This old bastard was truly slippery.
Without solid evidence, there was no way to pin anything on him right now.
He had perfectly neutralized the suspicion Li Feng had tried to plant.
Li Feng then casually glanced at the two Golden Core experts standing behind Concubine Bai.
The moment those two felt that terrifying gaze land on them, they subconsciously took a step back, their faces paling.
Li Feng frowned slightly.
To be honest, he had a strong feeling that these two were also demonic cultivators.
However, he couldn’t just outright kill them like he did with Mad Bull.
And now that they knew his strength, they would probably grit their teeth and endure any humiliation.
As long as they didn’t reveal their true identities, Li Feng couldn’t kill them without cause.
His gaze then shifted to Concubine Bai.
Her beautiful face grew even paler when she suddenly felt his attention.
She instinctively lowered her head slightly, not daring to meet his eyes.
Li Feng thought for a moment.
He considered using her to frame those two and perhaps even Prime Minister Mu as demonic cultivators.
But...
’...It isn’t worth it to reveal her yet.’
Bai Lingyu was still his hidden card within the enemy camp.
If he framed Prime Minister Mu right now, at most the old man would be locked up and executed later.
That would make all leads to Fen Ziyan disappear forever.
The mastermind behind the scenes would simply change to someone else, and Li Feng would lose the chance to dig out the deeper forces... especially now that he knew there was another mysterious expert capable of sealing his divination.
Just as Li Feng fell into deep thought, he happened to glance at Prime Minister Mu’s relaxed old face-
’Hmm... wait a minute.’
Something felt off.
Why wasn’t the old fox rebuking him more forcefully?
Why wasn’t he fighting back harder or trying to drive Li Feng away immediately?
Instead, he seemed almost... passively waiting.
Li Feng’s eyes narrowed as he quickly analyzed everything that had happened tonight.
Prime Minister Mu had been unusually calm and cooperative from the moment Mad Bull died.
He didn’t try to protect him, didn’t get angry when Li Feng killed him brutally, and even accepted the accusation of demonic infiltration far too easily.
A scheming old fox like him should have been furious or at least tried to suppress Li Feng with his authority.
Even if he couldn’t fight back physically, he should have used his position, brought up the Sect’s reputation, or threatened political consequences.
...Yet he chose to play the humble, self-blaming elder instead.
Li Feng’s eyes slowly narrowed.
’He’s not angry... because he doesn’t care about Mad Bull’s death at all.’
More than that,
Every word, every gesture, and every meaningful pause seemed designed to prolong the conversation.
The old man was gently steering the discussion, giving long, reasonable replies that invited further response instead of ending it.
Then, realization hit Li Feng like a bolt of lightning.
’He’s stalling...?’
Prime Minister Mu wasn’t trying to win this verbal battle... he was deliberately dragging it out.
Every sigh, every humble word, and every polite gesture was buying time.
But... time for what?
Li Feng’s heart turned cold as there only two conclusion.
’He’s waiting for something to happen... or for someone to arrive.’