Chapter 220: From the Very Beginning, I Was a Mole

"Boss, are they all heretic cultists of the Immortal God Sect? I can't tell..."

Wei Ran was somewhat shocked.

He never imagined that the leader of the renowned Azure Dragon Guild would actually be a heretic cultist.

Yang Ling didn't bother explaining to Wei Ran. He simply looked at Cao Yifei:

"Your Azure Dragon Guild has four other members. They're cultists too, aren't they? Where are they?"

"Yang Ling, we're all players here. What's this 'heretic cultist' nonsense? Why are you meddling in this!?"

Cao Yifei said in a deep voice.

Yang Ling's eyes flickered. He noticed that Wang Shichang and the others had heard Cao Yifei's words,

but they seemed to not think twice about them, choosing to automatically ignore them. Yang Ling confirmed in his heart that the power of the Divine Realm also affected the local natives.

"What are you blabbering about!?"

Wang Shichang stepped forward and slapped Cao Yifei across the face:

"When speaking to Director Yang, what gives you the right to raise your voice!?"

A flash of humiliation crossed Cao Yifei's eyes.

If it were a big shot among the local natives, he might let it slide.

But the other party was just a player like him. Did he have to kneel to speak!?

He refused to accept it!

"The Immortal God Sect is in league with the Rong tribe's Heavenly Wolf Guard. You probably haven't heard the news yet in Tingjiang City."

Yang Ling chuckled, "But you should know a thing or two about the Rong tribe spies, right? Do you know what Zhao State's attitude is toward them?"

Cao Yifei felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. He looked at Yang Ling in disbelief.

The Immortal God Sect... was working with the Rong tribe spies!?

Didn't that mean...? He gasped sharply.

Of course, he knew Zhao State's stance on Rong tribe spies!

Better to arrest the wrong person than let one go!

Once caught, it was execution!

Cao Yifei's voice began to stammer:

"Y-Yang Ling... I only joined the Immortal God Sect for the Class Change. Is there any way I can change my class again? I don't want the Heretic Cultist profession anymore..."

"Yang Ling, we're definitely not Rong tribe spies!"

The other Immortal God Sect cultists also spoke up, their eyes filled with fear.

"Chief Constable Wang, give me a space. I'll interrogate these ones myself."

Yang Ling thought for a moment, then said.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Cao Yifei's eyes.

Chief Constable Wang didn't say much and immediately arranged it.

Before long, Yang Ling was in Wang Shichang's usual office.

In front of him stood Cao Yifei and more than ten other Immortal God Sect cultists.

Wei Ran sat not far away, not daring to interrupt.

Wang Shichang, as the Chief Constable, was personally standing guard outside the door.

"How many players in Tingjiang City have joined the Immortal God Sect?"

Yang Ling said flatly.

Without a second word, Cao Yifei asked for paper and brush, writing down every name he could think of.

He only stopped after writing about twenty-seven names.

"Director Yang, I know of 27 Immortal God Sect cultists in total. Including us."

Cao Yifei's attitude had already shifted. His tone was now respectful.

"Did you join the Immortal God Sect later, or were you already cultists in the real world?"

Yang Ling asked again.

Cao Yifei and the others immediately replied:

"We all joined the Immortal God Sect in Tingjiang City!"

"The guy who brought us into the cult is the first name on that list."

Yang Ling glanced at the list and nodded thoughtfully. Then he had Wei Ran hand it to Chief Constable Wang outside, ordering him to make arrests.

Seeing this, Chief Constable Wang didn't dare to delay. He immediately took his men into action.

"Once everyone's been caught, a round of questioning between you all should be enough to figure out whether you were cultists before or not."

Yang Ling said casually with a smile:

"If you weren't cultists before and you're willing to repent, I can make an exception and give you a chance to make amends."

"Whoosh—"

Cao Yifei and the others all breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Within Yang Ling's perception, only one person had a stiff expression; the rest were completely relaxed.

Yang Ling looked at that man: "You're different from them."

The man paused for a moment, then forced a flattering smile:

"Director Yang, I don't understand what you mean."

"You were a cultist of the Immortal God Sect in the outside world."

Yang Ling smiled: "Do you understand now?"

Cao Yifei and the others were somewhat shocked. This guy was also an acquaintance of theirs.

They'd never heard before that he was an Immortal God Sect follower in the real world.

"You pretended to join the Immortal God Sect with us earlier?"

Cao Yifei laughed in anger:

"You really can act!"

"What's wrong with the Immortal God Sect? As long as you believe in our gods, they will make us immune to all diseases and grant us long life!"

The man slowly spoke, looking at Yang Ling with unshaken calm:

"Yang Ling, you're number one on the Divine Realm Level Ranking. You've been living the good life in the Divine Realm. You've even become the Director of the First Division of the Public Security Department in Changhe Prefectural Capital.

Do you know how you got all of that?

The gods of our Immortal God Sect bestowed it upon you.

Without the gods, how could there possibly be a game called 'Divine Realm'?"

Cao Yifei and the others were stunned. They never expected that this guy actually believed in the Immortal God Sect's teachings.

Wei Ran was also gradually beginning to understand why Yang Ling was cracking down on the Immortal God Sect.

This kind of person was too terrifying—he had completely twisted his own perception.

"You said immune to disease and long life?"

Yang Ling frowned, then swung his blade.

The man's arm fell to the ground with a thud.

Because the blade was so fast, the man didn't even feel the pain until several seconds later. He immediately writhed on the ground in agony, letting out a terrified scream. Instinctively, he tried to grab his severed arm and reattach it.

"Isn't this long life?"

Yang Ling: "Have your gods perform a miracle and reattach it."

"Yang Ling, you'll die a horrible death! The gods will surely rain down heavenly fire and blow you to pieces!"

The man let out a venomous roar.

Yang Ling smiled, then looked at Cao Yifei:

"This is your chance to repent."

Cao Yifei and the others froze. When they realized what Yang Ling wanted them to do, they hesitated.

Yang Ling nodded inwardly. These guys hadn't yet gotten blood on their hands.

"Director Yang, he's still a player after all... I'm afraid we can't bring ourselves to do it..."

Cao Yifei looked at Yang Ling cautiously:

"Is it okay if we just beat him up?"

"That's fine too."

Yang Ling smiled and nodded.

Seeing this, Cao Yifei and the others immediately stepped forward to punch and kick him. They unanimously avoided his severed arm, not even wanting to touch the blood.

Wei Ran also wanted to join in, but after thinking for a long time, he slumped back down in defeat and muttered:

"I'm not cut out for this..."

Before long, the unconscious cultist was dragged away by a few constables.

About half a day later, Wang Shichang successfully captured everyone on the list.

These guys were crestfallen, a flicker of panic rising in their eyes from time to time.

When they saw Cao Yifei and the others standing behind Yang Ling, they immediately understood something.

"Cao Yifei, you traitor!"

"Bastard!"

"Shameless scum!"

Cao Yifei remained expressionless. He pondered for a moment, then said:

"Heretic cultists of the Immortal God Sect deserve to be wiped out by everyone. I was merely following Director Yang's orders to go undercover among you.

From the very beginning, I was a mole, not a traitor as you call me."

Wang Shichang was a little surprised. When he saw Yang Ling nod, he finally believed Cao Yifei's words.

The group of players stared in disbelief, completely dumbfounded.

Cao Yifei, the leader of the Azure Dragon Guild, how had he suddenly become a mole for the Ironclad Department!?

"Director Yang, when I was arresting this bunch, it seems I alerted the Prefectural Office."

Wang Shichang said in a low voice.

Before he could finish, a constable rushed in, his expression strange:

"Director Yang, Chief Constable Wang, the City Magistrate has arrived."

City Magistrate?

Yang Ling's mind stirred. This was the chief official of Tingjiang City. Above him was the Prefectural Governor of Changhe Prefectural Capital, and above that was the Provincial Governor of Yunwen Provincial Capital.

According to Zhao State's rules, City Magistrates were usually Seventh-Rank officials, occasionally Eighth-Rank.

He also had a garrison force under his command, about fifty strong.

"Wang Shichang, what exactly is the Ironclad Department up to!?"

"Suddenly arresting Immortal God Sect believers for no reason!?"

"You're making the people of Tingjiang City anxious! If this causes a mutiny, can you bear the responsibility!"

His voice arrived before he did, carrying a note of severity!