"Yes, yes, yes, move it over here, a bit closer!"

"Tilt the snake head westward, don't block the angle!"

"Xiaoliu, you've got it too heavy on that side, let the tail be more natural!"

On a section of city wall at Chixian City's west side, a group of workers from the Fire Camp were busy doing something.

At this moment, this section of the city wall had been partitioned off into an area of about seven hundred square meters, approximately a 15x50 setup, with the entire ground covered in various beast remains.

Part of these beast remains came from the stockpile during the siege battle. At that time, after the battle ended, the rabbits divided these beast remains with the Wei Mansion at a 6:4 ratio.

Wei Mansion later took their 40% share to Ziqiong Market and exchanged them for Spirit Stones, while the rabbits' portion was frozen and stored—this part of the remains was temporarily stored at a construction site by the local light gate, so there's no need to wonder where the rabbits had the electricity condition to operate an icehouse back then.

The remaining beast remains came from the spoils of the Xiaolianzi Mountain campaign.

The city wall was located on the west side of the city, encountering attacks from flank squads during the beast tide. Now, some of the impact gaps haven't been fully repaired yet, so the workers easily recreated the scene of clearing the battlefield after the siege battle.

Besides that, some Wei Mansion cultivators, covered in blood, were lying among them.

If you ask what they're doing...

The rabbits put so much effort into this scene, naturally, to bait the Mo Family.

According to Yang Hengjun, his investigation process mainly went like this:

First, he infiltrated Chixian City for reconnaissance. After gathering information, he would write a letter and pass it to two people in the mountain hollow outside the city to relay it to Sheepback City. Yang Hengjun would then stay hidden in the city.

Generally speaking, once the Mo Family receives Yang Hengjun's message, they would take action.

After all, if they didn't trust him, the Mo Family wouldn't task him to scout such confidential matters like the mineral vein.

But the command center considered that this time, it's about annexing an entire family, a rare event seen once every few decades. The Mo Family might not be hasty enough to go all-in after seeing just one letter.

Even if they're evil, they're not foolish—actually, many extremely evil people have quite high intelligence, especially in such major matters.

But if other things assist, it's a different story in terms of credibility.

Thus, the command center came up with an idea:

How about we use the Memory Pearl to perform a play?

The Memory Pearl is a common magical artifact in the Damo Realm. It can be used as long as you guide Qi into your body, spreading very widely.

In the Damo Realm, where instant messaging isn't so developed, the Memory Pearl is a basic magical tool with proofing value.

For instance, the beast tide incident at Xiaolianzi Mountain was filmed by a Foundation Establishment cultivator and spread widely.

Another example is the recorded image of the rabbits estimating Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, secretly recorded by Wei Siming over a hundred years ago during the time at the demon cut.

Currently, Chixian City has over a hundred cultivators guiding Qi into their bodies, including members of other families.

Under this base of cultivators, and when encountering the aftermath of the beast tide and seeing one's strong forces fall during the battlefield cleanup...

A few people secretly activating the Memory Pearl to capture images as a backup—if there's an opportunity to cast this into another city, it's a completely plausible reason.

As for Yang Hengjun obtaining the Memory Pearl, it's even simpler—be it stealing, robbing, or enticing, being a spy entails possessing some skills beyond ordinary people. Doing things unattainable by common folks is a standard in this line of work.

Once this footage is submitted, along with a few fragments of famous magical artifacts of 'fallen' cultivators, the Mo Family couldn't possibly suspect anything else.

After all, images are one of the most convincing proofs worldwide.

Although the rabbits' official videography skills are far inferior to Hollywood, and grassroots photography skills are far inferior to P Station's masters.

But in the Damo Realm, where the concept of cinematography has never existed, the rabbits' technical means are enough to showcase.

At this moment, on the city wall, Patriarch Wei, one-armed, was standing with Wei Fan at the side, listening to a middle-aged man arranging something.

The middle-aged man's name was Huang Hansheng, from the famous August First Film Studio, one of the personnel who arrived in the Damo Realm alongside the cultural troupe.

He is also the chief director and playwright of this filming.

Wei Niandong was playing translator on the side, surrounded by several people, such as Wei Xixi and Wei Lianzhang, among others.

"Patriarch Wei, later you will lie under that blue marker. We'll apply some visual dislocation techniques to make you look like you're in a very tragic death scene."

Having been in the Damo Realm for a period, aside from conceiving new drama plays, Huang Hansheng was indulging in his skills for the first time. He then spoke to Wei Niandong and Wei Xixi:

"This scene has another crucial point, which is your mourning team, little brother Nian Dong. Later your expressions and emotions of mourning must be on point, it's as though in your cognition, Patriarch Wei has passed away, and there's no one left to provide shelter to Chixian City."

Wei Niandong: "....."

Patriarch Wei appeared quite calm about this; two months have passed, and this Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer cultivator is now well-versed in speaking Huaxia language:

"This is simple, Nian Dong and them are only at Qi Cultivation Third and Fourth Layers. I can cast an illusion technique on them."

These little kids have much weaker willpower compared to the comrades in the homeland forces, it's very easy to resolve this issue.

However, Mr. Huang, I have a small suggestion—it seems like the wound on the neck looks a bit fake, how about changing it to a fatal wound in the abdomen? Because the Black Wind Snake usually goes for a deep bite rather than a slice..."

Watching his own father having an eager discussion with Huang Hansheng about how he should die, Wei Fan was stunned: "..."

Meanwhile, under the city walls.

At that moment, all the refugees in this area had been guided into the city, and a gigantic monster covered in wounds lay sprawled on the empty ground, with a lot of ropes binding it and its chest heaving violently.

It looked like a scene after a great battle where the heavily injured and exhausted had been captured.

This gigantic monster was, of course, Lanxi, and his tamer, Liu Yulin, was standing beside him explaining something.

As the saying goes, if you're going to act, act thoroughly. This time, the rabbits not only prepared to create a facade of Chixian City's battle damage of many high-level cultivators, but they also planned to create big news:

The Wei Mansion captured a Tier two giant monster alive!

A living Tier two beast is a huge fortune.

Selling it to the trade guilds would fetch a price several times higher than the materials from a dead beast!

Since beasts usually live longer than cultivators, many families with beast-taming techniques often put out signs for purchasing live beasts.

The length of the horns on a Tier two giant monster only changes with age, not cultivation, and Lanxi's age clearly wasn't very old.

For beast-taming clans, if they could tame Lanxi, it could protect them through two generations of transitional periods.

Therefore, its price wouldn't be low and could even be comparable to a mid to late Tier two living beast.

Nevertheless, perhaps because Lanxi was used to surrendering and running away, playing the role of an exhausted captive once was making this giant monster somewhat uncomfortable.

Its body continuously twitched, and its hands were always trying to lift up, causing Liu Yulin to expend a lot of effort to calm it down.

Ahem ahem...

In summary.

With so many temptations, if the Mo Family didn't fall for it... then the rabbits would have no choice but to give a thumbs up in admiration and then tearfully drive the Type 59 tank up to their door.

Of course, this possibility was very, very low.

After all, given the Mo Family's tradition of bandit origins, in the face of such exorbitant profits, if they didn't act, even their ancestors would probably lift their coffin lids to personally rob it.

Once everything was ready, everyone took their places, and filming began officially.

Patriarch Wei and Wei Fan lay in two positions far apart according to the arrangement, staging a tragic father-son death scene.

Wei Niandong and Wei Xixi surrounded Patriarch Wei, while Wei Qiangsheng came beside Wei Fan.

The Memory Pearl was held by Huang Hansheng himself, and he would do the filming this time.

After some adjustment of the camera angles, the capturing range of the Memory Pearl was limited to a small scope—capable of fully recording the scene in this area while also not exceeding filming boundaries, ensuring other areas without beast remains weren't recorded.

Additionally, with other techniques in play, the entire scene appeared like a B-headed TV station's underworld filter, completely fitting the ambience on site.

"Three... two... one, action!"

With the command, Patriarch Wei covertly flicked his fingers.

Moments later, Wei Niandong and Wei Xixi fell into an illusion, bursting into tears instantly:

"Patriarch, you died so tragically..."

Then Huang Hansheng further adjusted the camera lens, making the entire shot look silent, hopeless, and desolate.

Not far away, Wei Qiangsheng held Wei Fan's severed 'head,' sighed:

"Patriarch, you can leave at peace, our third house will take good care of Chixian City."

Wei Fan, who was lying pretending to be a corpse: "..."

In a matter of seconds, the camera panned completely over the city.

The last thing recorded was Lanxi's scarred yet clearly unharmed body.

Then Huang Hansheng snapped his fingers:

"Done!"

As soon as he spoke, Lanxi below suddenly broke free of the ropes, raising its hands high:

Hmm, this feels much more comfortable...

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