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The first thing Song Qingfeng did after returning to his residence was to find out the information about the two people Li Heng met before and the sect behind them.

"Third brother, come out for a moment. There is something you need to do."

Song Qingfeng shouted into the air.

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow behind Song Qingfeng was seen, like ripples on the water surface blown by the wind. The ripples grew longer and higher, and finally turned into a figure.

"Please give me your instructions, sect master."

The figure cupped his fists and cupped his hands towards Song Qingfeng.

This person is the third elder of the Tiandao Sect named Leng Zhong, who is in charge of the most mysterious force in the Tiandao Sect - the Shadow Palace.

Just from the name, you can tell that this is a very hidden and powerful force.

The Shadow Palace overrides all other departments within the sect, enjoys the highest sect rights, and is directly responsible to the sect leader. Its usual scope of responsibilities includes:

Supervise and investigate all intelligence of the sect, including illegal law enforcement in the law enforcement hall;

Supervise the work of spies sent by other forces in the sect;

People responsible for installing one's own forces enter other sects.

The people in the Shadow Palace are very low-key and usually hide in every corner of the sect, playing various roles such as: elders, disciples, and handymen.

The standards for recruiting disciples in the Shadow Palace are also different from other departments. First of all, they need to be loyal enough to the sect. Secondly, their appearance cannot be too outstanding, either too good-looking or too ugly. It is best to be someone who can’t be found in a crowd. people.

Every disciple who joins the Shadow Palace is hired after going through various tests by Song Qingfeng and Leng Zhong.

So except for the two of them, no one knows how many people there are in the Shadow Palace and who they are.

Even the disciples who join the Shadow Palace don't know each other. Only in rare cases will their identities be revealed.

"I'll go, Third Brother, you scared me, can you change the way you appear next time? You appear from behind me every time."

Song Qingfeng pretended to be surprised and said, of course he knew where Leng Zhong would come out, he just wanted to tease him.

Leng Zhong was single-handedly promoted by Song Qingfeng, and he knew him well. Leng Zhong lived up to his name, and he always maintained absolute loyalty to Tian Dao Sect.

Of course, Leng Zhong's business ability is also very strong. He always seems to have only tasks in his eyes and heart, and ignores other things. Every time Song Qingfeng assigns him a task, he will complete it 200%.

The only thing Song Qingfeng couldn't stand about Leng Zhong was that his personality was a little too withdrawn.

Leng Zhong ignored this little joke and walked out of the shadows. Song Qingfeng finally saw his appearance clearly.

He was dressed in black and had a thin figure. He also wore a black mask on his face, which just covered his nose and mouth. He wore a black turban on his head. Only his eyes and ears were exposed on his entire body.

"Every time I see you, you are dressed like this. I almost forget what you look like."

"Aren't you hot dressed like this?"

"It's just you and me here, why don't you just take off your mask?"

"How about it? Think about it, think about it, don't be so cold all the time. I feel like you are just like another Zhou Mubai. No, you are colder than him."

"You are always so cold, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to find a wife?"

Song Qingfeng kept complaining on the sidelines. He always did this every time he asked Leng Zhong to do something. Unfortunately, Leng Zhong never paid attention to him.

Leng Zhong remained unmoved today, and these unnutritious words were directly filtered out by him.

"Sect Master, let's get down to business."

Leng Zhong hugged his fists again and urged.

"Ah, okay."

Song Qingfeng waved his hand boredly and said seriously: "I need you to help me investigate a sect. This matter needs to be handled by you personally."

"name."

"I remember it was a small third-rate sect, what was it called..."

Song Qingfeng thought about it for a moment and then said: "Oh, now that I think about it, it seems to be called 'Xuanyin Sect'."

"time."

What Leng Zhong wanted to express was the shortest time to get the information, but he simplified it into two words. Who could understand this if he hadn't been with him for a long time.

"Of course, the sooner the better, do you dare to say two more words?"

While Song Qingfeng was arranging tasks, he couldn't forget to tease Leng Zhong.

"it is good."

At this moment, one word simply popped out of Leng Zhong's mouth, and then he walked out without looking back.

"Why don't you ask me why I want to investigate this sect?"

Song Qingfeng shouted after Leng Zhong.

"Da da da."

The only answer he received was the sound of Leng Zhong's footsteps when he went out, making the scene slightly awkward.

"It's okay, I've long been used to this guy."

Song Qingfeng talked to himself to cover up his embarrassment.

The reason why this task was given directly to Leng Zhong, the leader of the Shadow Palace.

On the one hand, it can be seen how much Song Qingfeng attaches great importance to Li Heng. On the other hand, the matter is urgent. Only Leng Zhong has the ability to find out the clues he wants in the shortest time.

Although Leng Zhong is not the most skilled person in the sect, he is the person who knows how to hide his figure best. The skills he practices can hide his body in the shadow of others.

It's perfect to leave this matter to him, and there's no need to worry about him alerting the enemy.

People who only think about tasks are very efficient. Song Qingfeng handed over the task to Leng Zhong in the afternoon. He estimated that it would take at least a day or two for Leng Zhong to get the result.

Unexpectedly, just a few hours later, before it was time for dinner, Leng Zhong placed a thick stack of information in front of Song Qingfeng.

"So fast? This is too exaggerated! Thank you for your hard work, third brother."

Leng Zhong didn't say anything, but just motioned to Song Qingfeng to look at the information in front of him.

Xuanyin Sect: The sect leader Xuanyin Zhenren is in the late Yuan Ying period.

The eldest disciple, Lu Fei, is in the golden elixir stage.

......

Song Qingfeng flipped through several pages in a row, which introduced the main figures of Xuanyin Sect. There were hundreds of them in total.

"Well, third child, you don't actually need to write in such detail."

After reading the first few pages, Song Qingfeng already had a rough idea of ​​the sect's overall strength. He skipped the introduction information about the outer disciples and turned to the content about the sect's deeds.

Xuanyin Sect: In a certain year and month, the sect leader Xuanyin Zhenren massacred a nearby mortal village in order to practice an evil skill, just to collect their blood.

In a certain year and month, the eldest disciple Lu Fei fell in love with a woman and wanted to take her as a concubine. After being rejected, he killed everyone in the woman's family and kidnapped her back to the sect. The man couldn't bear the humiliation and hanged himself.

A certain year and a certain month......

"It's unreasonable, it's simply unreasonable. How can such a scum of the world of immortality survive until now under the eyes of our sect, which claims to be a famous and upright sect?"

Song Qingfeng said angrily with a dark face.

After flipping through a few more pages, I found that the contents were all similar. This garbage sect had never done anything since its establishment. Song Qingfeng's hand holding the information was shaking uncontrollably. It was obvious that he was on the verge of explosion. .

Although he usually looks a little out of place, he is still very angry when he sees such a scum.

"Sect Master, let me destroy them."

Even Leng Zhong, who always talked little, did not lose his cool.