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The black jade pendant fell to the ground with a crisp sound, like a thunderclap in the silent council hall.

The jade pendant was carved with exquisite auspicious cloud patterns, but to everyone else, these auspicious clouds were like a death warrant, making people tremble with fear.

This jade pendant is the token of the righteous Tianxuan Sect!

The whispers around her instantly turned into a buzzing discussion, like a swarm of annoying mosquitoes hovering around Dai Yao's ears.

Suspicion, hostility, and mockery intertwined, forming an invisible net that trapped her firmly.

She felt as if she were isolated by the entire Demon Palace, isolated in the center of this hostile vortex.

Elder Moyu stared at Dai Yao with sharp eyes like a hawk, his tone icy and chilling: "What explanation do you have for this jade pendant?" He stretched out his withered finger and pointed at the jade pendant on the ground, as if it were irrefutable evidence of his crime.

Ling Hao stood to the side, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth, as smug as a hunter watching his prey fall into a trap.

He fanned the flames, saying, "Elder Moyu, Dai Yao's behavior was suspicious before. She infiltrated the secret room to obtain intelligence, perhaps to pass on a message to the righteous sects!"

"Ling Hao, you're spouting nonsense!" Dai Yao suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing sharply at Ling Hao, her tone filled with anger.

She clenched her fists, trying hard to suppress the urge to strike.

Ling Hao met Dai Yao's gaze without flinching, a sly glint in his eyes: "What, you're getting angry because I hit a nerve? You dare say you haven't been having an affair with the righteous?"

“I…” Dai Yao was about to retort, but suddenly stopped.

She took a deep breath, a strange smile playing on her lips. "Ling Hao, you're right, I do have many suspicious aspects..."

Instead of rushing to defend herself as usual, Dai Yao suddenly admitted that she did indeed have many suspicious points. These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

Everyone present was stunned, including Ling Hao, who had been waiting to see her make a fool of herself.

“I do have many suspicious points,” Dai Yao said, glancing around with a meaningful smile. “Because I know I am suspected, I have been secretly investigating the real traitor.”

Her words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, leaving everyone dizzy and disoriented.

Elder Mo Yu, who had been keeping a straight face, raised an eyebrow slightly, while Ling Hao stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Ignoring the shock of the crowd, Dai Yao continued, "Haven't you noticed? Recently, the Demon Palace's defensive formation has been undergoing subtle changes. These changes may seem insignificant, but they are enough to allow those who know the Demon Palace inside and out to enter and exit silently."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on Ling Hao. She said meaningfully, "Moreover, only someone extremely familiar with formations could accomplish these changes. As far as I know, besides myself, there are others in the Demon Palace who are proficient in formations..."

Before Dai Yao could finish speaking, Ling Hao interrupted her impatiently: "You're making baseless accusations! How could I be a traitor!" His face flushed, his eyes flickered, and he was clearly flustered.

Dai Yao chuckled lightly, not directly answering Ling Hao's question, but turning to Elder Mo Yu, she said, "Elder, I have other clues, but now is not the best time to reveal them. Give me three days, and I will definitely find the real traitor!"

Elder Mo Yu gave Dai Yao a deep look, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "Alright, I'll give you three days. But if you can't find the real traitor after three days, then you are the traitor!"

“It’s a deal.” Dai Yao’s lips curled up, her eyes gleaming with confidence. She turned and left the council hall, leaving behind only a dashing silhouette.

“You…” Ling Hao wanted to stop Dai Yao from leaving, but was stopped by Elder Mo Yu’s look.

“Ling Hao,” Elder Mo Yu’s voice was deep and authoritative, “you had better pray that Dai Yao can’t find any evidence, otherwise…” He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Ling Hao shivered involuntarily, his face turning even paler.

As Dai Yao walked out of the council hall, the smile on her lips gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.

She looked up at the gloomy sky and muttered to herself, "Three days... I must find the evidence within three days!" Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by...

As Dai Yao stepped out of the council hall, the cold wind blowing in her face gradually cleared her muddled thoughts.

She only has three days to prove her innocence.

She looked up at the gloomy sky, where dark clouds rolled in, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

A dark shadow flashed across the rooftop, so fast it was almost impossible to catch. Dai Yao's eyes sharpened, but she continued walking forward without making a sound.

After returning to her room, Dai Yao immediately sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and extended her perception throughout the entire Demon Palace.

Her unique advantage—the ability to sense the flow of energy—began to take effect.

The threads of destiny intertwined in her mind, forming a vast web, with each person like a twinkling star, their destiny varying in strength.

Dai Yao's gaze swept over Ling Hao and found that his luck was like a turbid black vortex, full of ominous signs.

It seems this guy won't give up easily.

Suddenly, a faint point of light caught Dai Yao's attention.

That's Ziling, the timid and cowardly maid.

Her fortune should have been like a stagnant pool, calm and still, but now there are subtle ripples, as if something is stirring it.

This discovery stirred something within Dai Yao.

Why did Zi Ling, an inconspicuous maid, suddenly experience fluctuations in her fortune?

Could she be involved in the traitor incident?

Dai Yao decided to observe Zi Ling in secret.

For the next two days, Dai Yao appeared to live peacefully in the Demon Palace, but in reality, she was secretly observing Zi Ling's every move.

She noticed that Zi Ling was always evasive, as if she was deliberately avoiding her.

Whenever Dai Yao tried to get close to her, Zi Ling would find various excuses to leave.

This unusual behavior deepened Dai Yao's suspicions.

"Ziling, what have you been busy with lately?" Dai Yao asked casually, her tone relaxed and natural.

Zi Ling trembled, almost dropping the teacup in her hand. She shook her head frantically, "No...it's nothing, Sister Dai...Sister Dai Yao."

Dai Yao keenly noticed the panic and evasiveness in Zi Ling's eyes, which further confirmed her guess.

As night fell, Dai Yao quietly arrived at Zi Ling's residence.

She gently pushed open the door, but the room was empty.

Dai Yao walked to the table and found a note on it with a few crooked words written on it: Come to the back mountain immediately, there is something important to discuss.

Dai Yao's eyes turned cold. Although the handwriting was deliberately disguised, she recognized it as Ling Hao's handwriting at a glance.

This is a trap!

Dai Yao understood, but she also knew that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to uncover the truth.

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips as she turned and headed towards the back of the mountain.

"Ling Hao, you'd better pray you're smart enough..." Dai Yao's voice disappeared into the night, leaving only a resolute figure.

Dai Yao rubbed her temples. Ling Hao's actions were within her expectations, but they also made her more vigilant.

Zi Ling was like a frightened rabbit, hiding whenever she saw her; there must be something fishy about this.

She refused to believe that a mere maid could possibly have such power!

Dai Yao sneered and decided to take the initiative.

She spread her divine sense, enveloping the entire Demon Palace, and carefully sensed the fluctuations in Zi Ling's fortune.

Finally, in a secluded corner, she caught a glimpse of that faint light.

Dai Yao flashed and appeared behind Zi Ling like a ghost.

"Miss Ziling, we meet again." Dai Yao's voice carried a hint of mockery, which made Ziling tremble.

She turned around abruptly, her face pale and her eyes darting around, looking just like a guilty thief.

“Sister Dai… Sister Dai Yao…” Zi Ling’s voice trembled. Before Dai Yao could speak, she suddenly screamed, “Assassin! There’s an assassin!” This sudden turn of events caught Dai Yao off guard. The next second, several dark figures darted out from the shadows and surrounded her.

The cold blade pressed against her neck, radiating a chilling aura.

Dai Yao had a bad feeling; it seemed she had fallen into a trap.

"Ha, Ling Hao, you really are ruthless..."