"So it must be within these three levels."

"If we deploy Yemo to join the battle...the moment he appears is when the Dongfang Strategist will pinpoint him. And once the friendship battle is over, it won’t be long before Yemo’s death."

Yan Beihan said: "So... I believe that the fundamental purpose of the Dongfang Strategist is to kill Yemo."

Yan Nan took a deep breath, his eyes glittering.

His gaze was heavy.

Because he suddenly remembered that Dongfang Sansan indeed mentioned Yemo in an extremely casual manner in that letter.

He immediately took out the original document to check. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Sure enough, there was such a sentence.

"... there are so many geniuses in the subordinate sects, like Yemo... etc..."

Suddenly, Yan Nan felt a flash of clarity in his heart.

...

Opposite.

Chen Yun was somewhat amused: "Little Han, your reasoning seems logical, but... you have to understand, what is the status of Dongfang Sansan? What is the status of Yemo? The difference between the two is almost as vast as heaven and earth."

He snorted and said, "Dongfang Sansan personally plotting against Yemo? Aren’t you overestimating that little Yemo a bit too much? You’re going to end up praising him to death."

Yan Beihan said coldly: "To praise him to death, one still has to find him first."

She turned to Yan Nan and said: "Grandfather, anyway, that’s what I think. The target of Dongfang Strategist is definitely Yemo!"

Yan Beihan’s words carried strong subjectivity.

And also some selfishness.

Because she wanted Divine Attribute Metal from her grandfather to give to Yemo, but Yan Nan had put her off by saying he would consider it, and had never given it to her.

Yan Beihan was almost dying of anxiety.

She felt that she had broken her promise.

She had confidently promised to give something to someone, yet so much time had passed, and she still hadn’t gotten it herself...

It was simply embarrassing.

So during this time, she hadn’t even sent any messages to Yemo.

Too embarrassed to send them.

Who am I? I am Yan Beihan.

I promised someone something, and the promise I made can’t be fulfilled. It’s mortifying.

But it must be said, Yan Beihan’s strong subjectivity and her deduction turned out to hit the truth precisely.

Yan Nan considered for a moment and then raised his head, saying: "Little Han is right. Go back to your seat."

Then, looking at Yan Beihan’s hopeful eyes, Vice Sect Master Yan coughed and said:

"Reward... a piece of Divine Attribute Metal, and two Golden Vein Fruits. However, the Divine Attribute Metal can only be claimed after your Spear Technique is proficient."

Yan Beihan was overjoyed: "Thank you, Grandfather."

She returned happily.

Everyone was taken aback.

Vice Sect Master Yan truly... truly dotes on his granddaughter.

Just so openly, blatantly... rewarding her with things much more valuable than what was given to Feng Yun.

And so naturally...

Yan Nan turned to Chen Yin and said: "Chen Yin, you also participated in the Cultivating Gu to become a God event, what do you say?"

Chen Yin stood up and said: "This junior agrees with Little Han. If we talk about the goal of Dongfang Strategist, then his target is surely Yemo without a doubt!"

Yan Nan nodded and said: "Reward him with one Golden Vein Fruit."

Just with one sentence, he got a Golden Vein Fruit.

Chen Yin was overjoyed: "Thank you, Ancestor."

But he was well aware in his heart that he was benefiting from Yan Beihan’s favor.

Because Yan Beihan’s reward was so generous, he also benefited from it.

Feng Yun smiled slightly, raised his glass in distant congratulations, his smile gentle and extremely amiable: "Chen Yin, you’re indeed talented, here, I toast to you. Congratulations."

Chen Yin hurriedly smiled and drank his wine in one gulp.

But in his heart, he wished he could rush over and stab Feng Yun to death.

Damn it... you’re putting me on the spot.

Sure enough, the gaze of elder brother Chen Yun cut towards him like a knife.

Chen Yin sighed in his heart.

He’s afraid he’ll have a hard time when he gets back tonight.

...

Yan Nan already had a conclusion in his heart: Yemo.

If Yan Beihan’s conjecture had a bit of subjectivity and purpose, Chen Yin’s surely did not.

Moreover, Chen Yin definitely would not say something just to flatter Yan Beihan.

The reason Chen Yin said this was absolutely because he truly thought so in his heart.

This was Chen Yin’s opportunity to perform, and although he was young, his cunning and strategic thinking were first-class, and his insight even more keen.

His judgement was more credible.

Combined with the seemingly unintentional mention of ’Yemo’ in Dongfang Sansan’s letter, Yan Nan suddenly understood: Yan Beihan and Chen Yin’s speculation was completely correct.

The real target of Dongfang Sansan was this Yemo.

Yan Deputy Sect Master was instantly delighted in his heart.

Dongfang Sansan, your stratagem, I’ve already seen through!

Suppressing his inner joy, he again questioned Bai Ye, Emperor Wu, and four or five others, giving each of them some rewards.

Then he concluded the questioning.

Everyone received a Healing Pill Cloud God Pill below the Saint Level, thereby ending the event.

He said lightly: "You are all young people, continue to enjoy yourselves, drink more, have fun. I shall take my leave first."

Feng Yun stood up, respectfully saying: "It’s rare to see the ancestor, and tonight is a fateful encounter. We all ask the ancestor to do us the honor of accepting a toast from all us juniors."

Everyone immediately stood up: "Please consider it, Ancestor."

"Oh?"

Yan Nan laughed heartily: "In that case, pour the wine."

Everyone’s faces lit up with joy.

Six hundred people raised their glasses and knelt on the ground together, Yan Nan drank it all in one go from the stage, and laughed heartily: "Tonight, this wine is exceptionally sweet."

With a hearty laugh, his body suddenly disappeared.