I Am Your Natural Enemy

He initially sensed that the Yang energy on Wen Yan was extremely fierce. It wasn’t even a single mass of energy, but rather a complex route of movement, prompting his first reaction to quickly flee.

He considered himself well-acquainted with martial artists, but had never heard of one like this.

His keen eye knew, even if he didn’t understand what it represented, that it gave a sense of natural harmony and beauty, indicating it was not an ordinary thing.

Wen Yan dared to set an ambush here alone, so he was certainly not a simple character.

However, when he realized that Wen Yan could detect his identification, and even follow the connection generated by his identification to forcefully counter-identify, clearly reading some information from him.

The Rich no longer wanted to run.

If Wen Yan is not dealt with today, there will be endless troubles.

Especially since Wen Yan had set up an ambush here at this time, and even planted explosives ahead of time.

That leaves only two possibilities.

Either the Scorching Sun Department discovered them and started a large-scale operation, so even in this desolate place, there’s a master set to watch.

Or, the Ghost Treasurer’s secret was exposed, and he was found out, causing the Scorching Sun Department to send a master specifically to watch him.

In either case, it’s certain that the Scorching Sun Department knows about the Ghost Treasurer.

The explosions happened twice; the first was unexpected, blasting his idol and temple skyward, detaching from the earth, and then blasting the idol.

Such a targeted approach, right at the moment he arrived, means they must have known about the Ghost Treasurer.

Otherwise, why not just blow up the idol?

It seems the Scorching Sun Department knows much more than he estimated.

How did they gather so much information?

Could it be from this guy with identification ability?

Impossible, it’s not enough, far from enough.

It could only be leaked by someone who is very familiar with the Ghost Treasurer.

There has to be a mole.

Who is the mole?

The Rich quickly ran through a list in his mind.

He finally narrowed it down to three Ghost Treasurers.

One reportedly dead, Men Xinsheng, whose temple was destroyed, yet his temple still stood in the square.

One brought a foul odor to the square lately and has stayed in a small temple without coming out, the Ghost of Wealth with an Offensive Smell.

One is the new Ghost Treasurer of Caiyun County, who made quite the stir attempting to greedily seize a hundred Life Souls in one go, so bold, so reckless, yet didn’t end up killing anyone.

Oh, maybe just one fire-starter died?

But then again, the fire-starter may have been dead to begin with.

He previously wanted to contact this guy, but couldn’t reach him at all, very difficult to deal with.

How did such a difficult person become the Ghost Treasurer?

Being a Ghost Treasurer requires certain traits, not just a silver tongue that turns black into white, but lacking any contrary traits at least.

Among all the Ghost Treasurers, the last half-month has seen odd behaviors only from these three.

The Rich quickly reviewed recent information in his mind, directly ignoring Zhou Xiaorong.

Because, in his eyes, Zhou Xiaorong was a forced salesperson post-graduation, struggling to make even one sale a month, a college student with clear eyes.

When contaminated with foul energy, Zhou Xiaorong’s defenses are the weakest, nothing abnormal.

As the black smoke gradually dispersed, the Rich silently landed on the ground, then slowly disappeared into the yellow sand and earth.

On the other side, Wen Yan’s left hand grasped, and the gray cloth flew out on its own.

Infused with strong Yang energy, he fiercely lashed towards the ground, causing ripples to appear on the sandy terrain.

With a loud bang, the sandy ground ahead exploded.

A sky filled with yellow sand transformed into waves, rolling to both sides.

Within the yellow sand, black smoke spread, and the exploded sand waves, rather than stopping, rose even higher, surging toward Wen Yan.

From within the yellow sand, threads of black smoke seeped, and the face of The Rich emerged from the forefront of the sand waves.

As they got closer, The Rich finally saw Wen Yan’s face clearly.

”Wen Yan! It’s you after all, Men Xinsheng has indeed betrayed us!”

As The Rich, he must know all the latest news, paying attention to anyone who stands out and needs watching.

Wen Yan’s name may not be widely known in other counties, but in Guanzhong County’s circle of Ghosts, it’s famous.

Coincidentally, the recent intel inside Divine Land mostly comes from the Ghosts, with a smaller portion from Nanyang.

He had specially searched for Wen Yan’s photo and recognized him at a glance.

He even knew there was a rumor claiming Wen Yan could be Tuoba Martial God.

Although there were many such rumors, without validation, Wen Yan as Tuoba Martial God was somewhat credible, at least not obviously false, fishing for Melon Peel’s news.

Now, seeing Wen Yan firsthand, sensing his Yang energy, The Rich thought the rumor was likely false.

But Wen Yan’s naturally strong Yang energy is genuinely powerful.

He merged black smoke into the yellow sand, manipulating the sand to surge all at once.

Wen Yan swung the gray cloth, tearing apart the face on the yellow sand, yet did not affect the towering sand waves rushing forth.

His Yang energy clashed with the black smoke within the yellow sand, producing a sizzling sound.