Jujutsu: Eight Magical Skills At The Beginning, Admission Is A Special Level

Chapter 59: Profound Moon Department

At the intersection of Xingfang Road, the Golden Scale Snake once again used its old tricks, slipping into a crack in the ground and opening a mechanism from the inside.

Lu Bei, dressed in a Clear Water Gate robe, walked in confidently, looking as if he belonged. If someone didn't know any better, they would think he was a disciple of Clear Water Gate.

Seeing the unattended corpses on the ground, he remained calm and paid no attention to whether the Monster Cultivator in the prison cell had left. He picked up a long sword and walked towards the back hall.

Unable to find the teleportation array or an exit, Lu Bei thought to himself that it was troublesome. He arrived at the two bodies that were ambushed by the Golden Scale Snake, activated a mechanism, and entered a stone passage illuminated by night pearls.

His intuition told him that this path was likely an exit, but the greatest possibility was that it led directly to the lair of Clear Water Gate.

This lair was different from the previous traps; he had discovered the enemy's rear!

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In the depths of the underground ruins, a massive stone formation covered the ground. Blue spiritual veins crisscrossed and converged from all directions along the carved paths.

In the center, Zhao Xiayang presided over the formation. Under his orders, the disciples opened the bloodline mechanisms one by one.

"Master, we have searched the underground palace but couldn't find Wang, the one with the surname Wang. We've searched every inch of it," a tall and thin disciple hurriedly stepped forward and half-knelt on the ground, apologizing.

"Keep searching. We only need his fox blood for the four bloodline mechanisms. We'll dig three feet into the ground if we have to, but we must find him," Zhao Xiayang coldly snorted. The ruins were a dead end, and the only way in or out was through the teleportation array. Even if he had wings, that fox couldn't fly out. How could they not find him?

The tall and thin disciple left to carry out the order, and Zhao Xiayang continued to preside over the formation. He seemed to have thought of something, and his already gloomy face became even more sinister under the blue light of the spiritual veins, giving off a chilling and eerie aura.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from the darkness and gradually slowed down as they reached the front of the formation.

Ten people stood in a row, dressed in black clothes and masks. Although their numbers were far fewer than the hundreds of Clear Water Gate disciples who had drawn their swords, each of them had blood-stained masks and their cold blades gleamed. Their momentum was no weaker.

"Hmph, Profound Moon Department!"

Zhao Xiayang glanced expressionlessly at the ten people. "Ten small fry dare to come and die. I want to see if you Wu Zhou lackeys are as formidable as the rumors say. Even if I tear your tendons and break your bones, you won't even scream in pain."

Profound Moon Department, also known as the Black Robe Bureau, was a military organization in Wu Zhou responsible for intelligence gathering, arrests, interrogations, and directly accountable to the Emperor of Wu Zhou.

Due to their brutal and ruthless methods of capturing, interrogating, and convicting, and their immunity to complaints and removal, people in Wu Zhou would turn pale at the mention of them, even the royal family members would avoid them.

In addition to operating within Wu Zhou, the Profound Moon Department also operated secretly in neighboring countries, engaging in espionage, assassinations, defections, and subverting governments. They could do anything and everything almost single-handedly.

Ironically, the place where the Profound Moon Department infiltrated the most was not other countries, but the Extreme Monarch Sect, which was known for its motto "The Emperor is invincible, Wu Zhou will not fall."

Because of the deep influence of the Extreme Monarch Sect on the Wu Zhou regime, the two sides had formed a mutually infiltrating and bizarre situation.

If there was a Profound Moon Department assassin who had infiltrated the Extreme Monarch Sect, sent by their superiors as an undercover agent due to their unwavering loyalty, and eventually revealed their identity, starting as an inner disciple of the Extreme Monarch Sect, it wouldn't be surprising. This was how the internal struggles of Wu Zhou were.

Luo Ban, one of Zhu Ting's personal guards, used to work in the Profound Moon Department and was skilled in intelligence and assassination. He was once tasked with protecting Zhu Ting's safety and was appreciated by him, so he was recruited from the Profound Moon Department.

Of course, whether Luo Ban had truly switched professions or if the Profound Moon Department intentionally planted him beside Zhu Ting, or if he was actually a disciple of the Extreme Monarch Sect, was hard to say.

Lu Bei didn't know about all this, nor did he care. All he knew was that Luo Ban came from the Profound Moon Department, the largest intelligence agency in Wu Zhou, so he passed on the news of the Qingqian Royal Tomb to them.

Afterward, these ten black-clothed men appeared as unexpected guests.

10 against 100+.

The battle was about to begin.

Zhao Xiayang didn't rush to attack. He ordered his disciples to stand their ground and looked intently towards the darkness. "Don't hide. These ten people may have some strength, but I don't believe they can reach this place unscathed. There's no point in hiding and revealing only part of yourselves. Come out and face your death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, applause rang out from the darkness.

A middle-aged scholar led five people out, standing in front of the ten black-clothed men. He smiled and clasped his hands. "Profound Moon Department, Qingwei, Chu He, Zhao Sect Master, I hope you've been well."

"Laughable. This is the first time I've heard of dead people from the Profound Moon Department having names," Zhao Xiayang sneered mockingly, then said with a cold face, "Enough with the nonsense. Since you've been targeted by the Profound Moon Department, Clear Water Gate has no intention of showing mercy. Today, either you die or I perish."

"Nonsense is nonsense, but you can't say it like that! Sect Master Zhao, you should say that grievances have a cause and debts have an owner. You are you, and Clear Water Gate is Clear Water Gate. You can't generalize," the middle-aged scholar replied with a smile, leading the five people.

Chu He swept his gaze over the disciples and smiled without changing his expression: "Zhao Zhanmen is a remnant of the Qingqian faction, a desperate person who is not worth pitying. Are you sure you want to accompany him to death?"

The disciples of Clear Water Gate were unmoved, determined to live and die together with Zhao Xiayang.

Chu He's smile grew stronger: "Don't rush to make a decision, rebelling will bring disaster to three clans. Think about your parents, spouses, and children at home, and consider carefully before giving your answer."

"Hahaha, so this is what Zhao is capable of, just nonsense."

Before the disciples could react, Zhao Xiayang burst into laughter and pointed his finger like a sword at Chu He: "Put away your fake benevolent face. The methods of the Profound Moon Department are well known. It is for the sake of our parents, spouses, and children that we, the Clear Water Gate, cannot sleep or eat peacefully if you all don't die today."

After Zhao Xiayang finished speaking, the spirits of the Clear Water Gate disciples were lifted, each exuding a strong killing intent. Their eyes towards Chu He and the others were like those of dead people.

"Stubborn and unrepentant, you shall be executed!"

Chu He sighed and then smiled bitterly: "If you are not afraid of death, then I will have no chance. Can Zhao Zhanmen please enlighten me, what is the purpose of the Spirit Gathering Formation left behind by the Qingqian faction?"

"Spirit Gathering Formation?!" Zhao Xiayang sneered, "Little Qingwei, your vision is limited. As for the purpose, wait until your memorial day next year, and Zhao will burn paper to inform you."

"I ask Zhao Zhanmen to show mercy. The Clear Water Gate has many people and great power. I cannot see a way out. I only hope to leave without regrets."

"Stop pretending to be foolish. I know what you're thinking, Zhao knows it clearly. There is still a lackey of the Profound Moon Department here, isn't there?"

"Zhao Zhanmen is overthinking." Chu He shook his head directly.

"You don't have to say it, I already know. That person hides behind an ugly face, pretending to be a servant of the Monster Cultivators. He thinks he's hiding well, but he doesn't know that his methods have been seen through by my disciples." Zhao Xiayang sneered.

"And what methods did he use?" Chu He was surprised. He knew about Lu Bei and She Xuan, but he had never heard of Lu Bei having any connection with the Profound Moon Department.

"He used the flying knives of the Profound Moon Department, a unique hidden weapon. Can it be fake?" Zhao Xiayang sneered again.

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Lu Bei, who was hiding in the corner behind the Clear Water Gate troops, suddenly realized what had happened. He thought to himself, Luo Ban misled him. No wonder the traps were always following him, as if they were tracking him. It turned out that when he blew up the giant python with the flying knives, he accidentally hit the Profound Moon Department's vest.

Crying thief after opening the coffin, falsely accusing the dead.

Heaven is pitiful. He may be a little bad, but that is due to his livelihood. He suffers from a poor disease that can only be cured with money. It should be called self-preservation.

If you don't believe it, give him a chance to prove it and let him wear it again. The identity of the eldest son of the Wu Zhou royal family is enough. He guarantees that he will benefit the world, using Han Wen and Ming Xiao as excellent templates to motivate himself.

Moreover, his level of badness is very limited, just the level that women like. It's not even in the same weight class as the badness of the Profound Moon Department. How did it become the Profound Moon Department?

On this side, Lu Bei was secretly upset by the rumors, while Chu He on the other side was crying and laughing. He explained to the friendly forces who provided the information, "Zhao Zhanmen is really overthinking. I don't know him, and he is not a member of the Profound Moon Department."

"Hmph, believe whatever you want. If Zhao believes a single word, then you win." The more Chu He explained, the more Zhao Xiayang believed in his own thoughts. He made it clear, "Don't daydream. Even if he has the information, it's useless. You can't enter or leave this place. You are all trapped like fish in a pot, and no one can survive."

"Zhao Zhanmen is really..." Chu He had a headache. "Every word I say is true. That person really isn't... Besides, he wasn't even present, so how could he obtain the information?"

"Still trying to argue!"

At this moment, a tall and thin disciple who was ordered to find Commander Wang stepped forward and came to Zhao Xiayang: "Zhanmen, don't waste time talking with the lackeys of the Wu Zhou. His nonsense is just to extract information. Zhanmen, take a look, who is the thief disguised as a disciple of our Clear Water Gate over there!"

After speaking, the tall and thin disciple waved his hand and pointed to the wall behind everyone.

Hundreds of strong men turned around, their eyes like wolves.

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(End of this chapter)