That idiot from the Sword Sect turned out to be a lucky charm.

Chapter 108 Infiltration

The next day, Lin Zhifeng and the others waited for Boss Zhang to bring the food, which was prepared as usual, as if they had already eaten.

Next, those who were carefree, like Jinzi, simply took the calming pills that Lin Zhifeng had given them in advance, lay down on the bed, and fell fast asleep.

Lin Zhifeng and Ding Mo both intended to remain conscious throughout the entire process. They wanted to know how they were transported, where they were being taken, and approximately how many people were on the other side…

Whether they were truly unconscious or faking it, in order to avoid being discovered by Boss Zhang, they went to bed early and lay down with their eyes closed.

He lay there until midnight. If Lin Zhifeng didn't have the system, he would have been bored to death. He could at least browse the system shop and refine medicine. Thinking of Ding Mo, who could only lie there, Lin Zhifeng felt a surge of admiration.

That's why they're called geniuses; their composure is something most people can't match.

At midnight, the town was extremely quiet.

Two large carts pulled by camels and oxen stopped in front of the inn.

About ten people got off the car, and Mr. Zhang, who was waiting at the door, led them into the lobby on the first floor of the inn.

These people ignored him and walked past him into the dining room.

The person in the east wing was sitting at a table in the dining room. Upon seeing the leader, he hurriedly greeted him, saying, "You must be tired! Take a break and have some tea. Was your journey smooth?"

The visitor sat down, took a sip of tea, and then said, "It's still the same. Working for the sect leader isn't hard work or not; everyone benefits in the end."

The man in the east wing cursed inwardly, "Sycophant!" but aloud he flattered, "Indeed! Thanks to the sect leader, we are where we are today..."

He was about to shower the sect leader with praise and flattery when the newcomer, impatient, interrupted him, saying, "It's getting late. Let's hand over the goods, check them, and leave immediately. We need to get back before dawn!"

The person in the east wing hurriedly replied, "That's right, but important business is more important."

After saying that, he instructed the innkeeper who was waiting to the side, "Old Zhang, go and lead the way."

Holding the key tray for the inn's guest rooms, Mr. Zhang bowed and scraped, saying, "Please follow me, everyone."

He then went upstairs first, leading the people to each room to retrieve the person.

When entering the first few rooms, Boss Zhang carefully opened the doors and checked whether the people inside had been infected and were unconscious.

After a few times, he felt relieved and said to the porters, "The medicine the adults gave us really works. They're all sleeping like logs."

Those people couldn't help but curse, "What do you know? This is muscle relaxant, not sleeping pills. They really are sleeping like logs, it has nothing to do with our medicine. But even if they wake up after taking our medicine, their hands and feet will be weak and they won't be able to use any spiritual power. What are you afraid of them for?"

Lin Jun, who happened to be pretending to be asleep and overheard these words, was speechless. Why did he have to pretend to be asleep? He felt terribly uncomfortable! He almost took a tranquilizer!

The group of people who came to transport their "goods" crammed the twenty-odd members of the Sword Sect into the two vehicles they had arrived in.

Although the vehicle has a carriage and doesn't look too shabby, that's only from the outside. The purpose of doing this is to avoid arousing suspicion.

The interior of the wagon was just flat wooden planks; there were no seats or cushions. It was simply a wooden wagon for hauling goods!

The Sword Sect members were stacked in piles, four people on each layer, for three layers.

Lin Zhifeng and Ding Mo lived at the very end of the corridor, so they were the last ones to be carried onto the car and crammed into the top floor.

Once the person picking up the goods and the person delivering them completed the handover procedures, the vehicle slowly started moving.

Seeing that only his own people were left in the carriage, Lin Zhifeng gently moved his body.

The man who moved him was quite strong; he grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up, carrying him all the way to the front of the carriage.

Lin Zhifeng was uncomfortable from being constricted by his clothes, but now that he was temporarily safe, he tidied himself up a bit.

His movement had a significant impact; Lin Jun, who was tucked at the very bottom, groaned softly, "Oh my god, don't move! There's a wooden board under my butt, it's killing me!"

Lin Zhifeng was surprised that he was still awake, so he quickly shushed him to stop him from making any noise so as not to attract the attention of people outside.

Lin Jun then kept quiet and refrained from making a sound.

He actually wanted to say, "The medicine they gave us was meant to make us weak and unable to use our spiritual power, not to put us to sleep." But being pressed to the bottom, speaking was very difficult. He decided to save his energy and tell everyone when they got there.

Meanwhile, Lin Jun endured the bumpy ride and regretted countless times why he hadn't taken his medicine.

Finally, as dawn broke, I heard someone outside say, "You're back! That's wonderful! Did everything go smoothly?"

They have clearly arrived at their destination.

The escort said, "Everything went smoothly. Is the sect leader ready?"

The man who spoke earlier said, "You're up. He's waiting for you in the main hall."

The escorts drove camels and oxen, pulling two wagons inside.

When they stopped again, Lin Zhifeng heard two voices outside.

They asked the same old questions like "Was it hard? Was it smooth sailing?" but one of the people speaking was the leader who had escorted them there, and the other was a woman.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two men walked towards the cargo wagon, as if they wanted to immediately check out the contents of the shipment.

Sure enough, a moment later, the carriage door opened. A beam of light shone in.

Lin Zhifeng and the others who were still awake had already closed their eyes tightly, but they could still sense that it was already broad daylight outside.

After a moment, the woman said, "Very good. The quantity and quality of this batch of goods are incomparable to the previous ones. It will definitely fetch a good price. Xiong Shi, unload them and lock them in the dungeon. I will contact the buyers who placed orders here, and we will hold an auction in a few days. The highest bidder wins."

The man agreed and drove the camel and ox towards the dungeon.

This dungeon truly lives up to its name; it is indeed built underground.

Lin Zhifeng and the others were treated like merchandise, casually moved off the prison and thrown into the cell.

After locking everyone in the cells, they locked the doors and left.

The disciples of the Sword Sect were imprisoned in a large cell.

There was no one else in the prison besides them.

The dungeon's fence was made of refined iron, and unless one possessed the cultivation level of the Void Refinement Realm, it would be impossible to break through it.

The people who captured them here must have been very confident in the sturdiness of this dungeon and in the effectiveness of their muscle-relaxing drug, so they didn't put any restrictions on these people or feed them any control pills. They were just left inside and left alone.

Lin Zhifeng stood up, stretched his stiff body, and said, "It seems that the people who were captured before were too weak. They didn't resist at all, which is why they were so unguarded."

Lin Jun, who had almost been crushed into a meat patty, finally caught his breath and replied, "The more relaxed they are, the easier it will be for us to succeed."

Lin Zhifeng said, "Senior brother, we're here to uphold justice, how come you make it sound like we're here to steal chickens and dogs?"

Lin Jun said, "You just like to take things too seriously. Isn't it enough that you know what it means?"

After saying that, he looked at his brothers who were still fast asleep and asked Lin Zhifeng, "Shouldn't we wake them all up and discuss what to do next?"

Lin Zhifeng said, "Just splash some cold water on him to wake him up. That's the most effective trick."

Lin Jun has a fire-type spiritual root, so where is he going to get cold water? He had no choice but to leave the task of calling people to Lin Zhifeng.

Lin Zhifeng laughed and said, "Senior Brother Lin Jun, let's make a deal. If I wake up the other senior brothers in a bit, and they want to beat me up, you have to stop them and say that you told me to wake them. Otherwise, I won't dare."

Lin Jun said, "Why not? Leave it to me. Go ahead and call them. If anyone disagrees, tell them to come find me!"

Lin Zhifeng had been waiting for these words, and upon hearing them, he happily went to wake up the service staff.

The poor brothers were woken up by a bucket of cold water, their teeth chattering from the cold. Just as they were about to lash out, Lin Zhifeng pointed at them and said, "Senior brother, don't be angry. Senior brother Lin Jun told me to wake you up. He said if you're not satisfied, just go and settle the score with him."

These brothers had followed Lin Jun's lead since they were teenagers, how could they dare to confront him? They could only wipe the ice water off their faces and silently endure it.

Lin Zhifeng stuck out his tongue and went on to harm the next person.

Ding Mo witnessed the whole process and shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.