BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 129 Regaining the Upper Hand

Lei Wenhe’s cultivation technique was called Refining Wraiths. “Wraiths” were privately refined ghost entities. He used his own body as a vessel, storing the Wraiths inside himself.

Once the Wraiths reached a certain level of cultivation, they could split—one becoming two, two becoming four, and so on. They would continue multiplying endlessly, while Lei Wenhe’s body remained unaffected.

In theory, as long as his cultivation was high enough and he lived long enough, the Wraiths inside him could eventually cover the entire Earth.

Although he had not reached the level of covering the Earth, covering An Da Building was already easily achievable.

Now that Lei Wenhe was dead, the Wraiths inside him had gone completely out of control and surged outward in all directions. Once they found a living person, several Wraiths would swarm them, drain their essence dry, and kill them.

Everyone who had previously been searching for Kong Dalong under Lei Wenhe’s command was swallowed by the Wraith tide. After being drained into husks, their bodies were thrown out.

Just as the situation was about to spiral completely out of control, two beams of light shot up from below.

It was Shen La’s twin short swords, unleashed as they tore through the Wraith swarm.

Shen La’s blades were natural counters to the Wraiths. Any Wraith struck by them would instantly dissipate into smoke. However, the number of Wraiths inside Lei Wenhe’s body was shockingly vast. Even Shen La’s killing speed could not keep up with their rate of emergence. The tide was already spreading downward, and it was becoming impossible to contain.

At that moment, the Wraiths that had already rushed to the lower floors suddenly began to panic.

As if encountering something terrifying, they turned and fled upward. The Wraiths from above and below collided mid-escape, trampling over each other as they desperately tried to retreat.

In the midst of the chaos, a blank-faced teenager—Che Qianzi—walked up the stairs.

The moment the Wraiths saw him, they retreated like a receding tide.

With a whoosh, they surged backward in panic.

Thanks to Che Qianzi, Yang Jun and Yang Xiao—who had been buried under the Wraith swarm—were finally revealed.

Although both of the Yang brothers were immortal beings, they were currently extremely weak. Sweat poured from their bodies as if they had just come out of a bath. Supporting each other, they barely managed to stand.

They were about to see who had driven the Wraiths away when they saw the expressionless Che Qianzi walking toward them. The retreating Wraiths kept their distance, not daring to approach him at all.

Any Wraith that was too slow to escape and came into contact with Che Qianzi immediately turned into smoke and dispersed into the air.

Seeing this, both Yang brothers simultaneously thought of four words:

Seed power…

After driving the Wraiths back to the top floor, Che Qianzi stood firmly at the stairwell, blocking their escape route downward.

Meanwhile, Shen La’s twin blades continued to slaughter the Wraiths without pause. Although the shadows kept pouring out endlessly, the situation was at least temporarily under control.

At the same time, seeing Che Qianzi push the Wraiths back upstairs, Hao Wenming finally let out a sigh of relief.

He said to Sun Desheng beside him, “Great Sage, you were right. That kid is a real treasure. Honestly, even I want to become sworn brothers with him. No matter how you count it, he’d be the youngest brother.”

“Hao-head, that won’t do,” Sun Desheng chuckled. “There’s an order to these things.”

He glanced at Hao Wenming and continued, “Besides, it’s fine for me to be sworn brothers with him—but not you. You two are master and disciple. How can a master and disciple become sworn brothers?”

Hao Wenming frowned, not understanding. “Hold on, what are you talking about? When did I become his master? If anything, I’d be your master…”

“Hao Wenming qualifies,” Sun Desheng said with a grin. “But Kong Dalong doesn’t.”

He looked at the confused Hao Wenming and continued, “If I’m not mistaken, that fake Xiao Yifeng you placed in the blacklist was your inside man. His mission is complete—you’re planning to send him away, and in passing, use him to prove the existence of your fake identity as well.”

Hao Wenming still refused to admit it.

Sun Desheng smiled and continued, “You really are clever. You managed to counter-kill about seventy percent of the attackers who rushed in. But there’s one person here even you couldn’t handle—Lei Wenhe, the one spawning all those shadows.”

“You can’t kill him. If you do, you’ll get exactly what just happened. That’s why you lured us upstairs—to use our hands to finish your job.”

“Hao Wenming, this isn’t the time for jokes,” Sun Desheng said as he drew his pistol, aiming it at him. “Do you have proof for what you’re saying?”

“The proof is what you said earlier about Gao Liang’s death day. That’s a forbidden topic for both Hao Wenming and Hao Zhengyi. Neither of them would ever speak of it.”

Sun Desheng chuckled. “Last time at Shaguoju across the street doesn’t count. We’re even now—one each.”

The fake Hao Wenming sighed.

With a bitter smile, he said, “Great Sage, according to you, I’m an impostor. How would an outsider know all this? Not just about Hao Wenming, but about the Bureau’s internal affairs as well? Ask whatever you want—you’ll see how many answers I can give.”

“No need,” Sun Desheng said, pressing the gun harder against his waist. “As long as there’s an insider in the Bureau, that’s enough. I’ve been thinking all morning about who it could be. Until I saw Tu An. No one fits better than him. He’s your inside man, right?”

At last, Hao Wenming stopped arguing.

With a bitter laugh, his voice shifted—no longer Hao Wenming’s tone, but the same voice from across the street at Shaguoju the night before.

“Yes… Tu An is indeed the most suitable.”

“He once offended my sect elders. This was the perfect chance to express my intentions.”

“Everything about Hao Wenming and Hao Zhengyi, and all Bureau intelligence—it all came from him.”

He seemed about to continue, but at that moment, the situation upstairs—thought to be under control—suddenly descended into chaos again.

First, Che Qianzi’s breathing became irregular. He began urgently urging Shen La to eliminate the shadows.

But Shen La’s attacks showed no new development, and Che Qianzi grew increasingly impatient. He pushed forward, forcing the shadows toward Shen La.

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, that strange power inside him suddenly vanished.

The pressure disappeared in an instant.

And in that moment of vulnerability, countless Wraiths turned around and lunged at him.

Just as Che Qianzi was about to be overwhelmed, a white-haired man walked down from the rooftop.

He glanced at the chaotic scene with mild annoyance and said:

“Where is Sun Desheng?”

“Next time you try to threaten me with Shao Yiyi, I’ll personally turn her into a widow…”

The newcomer was none other than the Bureau’s Sixth Division Director—

Wu Rendi.