Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1361: The Devil Revealed

"Outrageous!"

Before Toyun Kangmin could finish, the furious Ryusoo Jin interrupted him.

"So now even my Water Vein Tribe is being humiliated by you all! You really think I don’t know what you’re after? You’re just using this as an excuse because you want that thing! That’s your real motive!"

How can one verify someone’s identity?

It’s not as simple as shedding some blood or releasing a little spiritual energy.

If it were really that simple, the devils and monsters would have long been discovered—there’s no way he could’ve remained passive for so long.

Some devils do have the ability to conceal their identifying traits, so special methods are needed for proper detection.

However, such methods essentially mean handing over your life to someone else.

Unless he’s a complete fool, no one would ever agree to such a test willingly.

"If you’re concerned, you could let Namgu Jaeun handle it," Toyun Kangmin suggested after a pause. "You and him are close. Surely you can trust him?"

Ryusoo Jin stared at them coldly, saying nothing.

Amalia watched this scene silently.

Her calm and watery gaze swept over their faces one by one, her certainty deepening. Now all she needed was to wait for her theory to be proven.

What is that thing that Ryusoo Jin mentioned? Some of the younger ones still didn’t know what it was.

But the older generation—those who had lived long enough—knew exactly what Ryusoo Jin was referring to.

It was said that by collecting all five Five Elemental Pearl would summon a legendary treasure.

Anything remotely tied to ancient or archaic times was enough to make the masses scramble like moths to a flame.

Ryusoo Jin’s refusal to allow a body search created a deadlock, making the atmosphere increasingly tense.

"Ryusoo Jin," Yeom Hwaun finally broke the silence. "You refusing the search—does that mean you’re afraid your devil identity will be exposed?" The words exploded like a thunderclap.

Yeom Hwaun would never forget the blood feud of his father’s death.

"Yeom Hwaun is right. Only devils are afraid of being inspected!" echoed a subordinate of Toyun Kangmin.

Everyone turned their eyes toward Ryusoo Jin.

Could it be true? Was he really a devil?

Following discreet cues from their leaders, the Metal, Wood, and Earth factions gradually began to encircle Ryusoo Jin and his group.

"Chief, the situation is looking very bad for us. What do we do?"

A worried subordinate secretly sent a voice transmission.

None of the people in the Water Vein Tribe believed he was a devil.

To them, this was clearly a scheme by the four factions to find an excuse to dismantle their Tribe.

Ryusoo Jin’s face darkened as old memories surfaced—back then, these same factions had banded together to corner the leader of the Fire Vein Tribe into a similar crisis.

"What do you all think?"

"I think... maybe we follow what Toyun Kangmin suggested and let someone we trust do the inspection..."

The rest of the sentence was never spoken.

It would’ve been an admission of compromise.

But at this point, they had no better options.

The Water Vein Tribe couldn’t withstand a united assault from the four other Tribes.

Ryusoo Jin remained silent for a long time.

Just as he was about to respond, five of his clansmen suddenly burst into action and lunged at Toyun Kangmin, who stood closest.

This time, they didn’t bother to conceal the devils aura emanating from them.

"The Water Vein Tribe really was hiding devils! He is really the devils!" Toyun Kangmin reacted quickly.

A wall of earth surged up from the ground, shielding him just in time from the five devils’ sudden attack.

A second later, and he might’ve suffered grave injuries.

The ambush by the five devils confirmed everyone’s suspicions—the Water Vein Tribe truly was the source of the devils infection.

And now, the chances of Ryusoo Jin being compromised had greatly increased.

Geumho Seungjae and Namgu Jaeun attacked immediately, and Yeom Hwaun didn’t hesitate in the slightest.

"Ryusoo Jin kept delaying and resisting, not because he didn’t want to be searched—but because he couldn’t! Today, I’ll kill you and avenge my father! Everyone, follow me! Wipe out the devil scum hiding in the Water Vein Tribe!"

"Chief!" Yeom Hwaryeon tried to stop him but couldn’t hold him back in time.

Ryusoo Jin’s expression shifted from stunned to grim.

He finally realized—this was a trap. He roared, "This is a setup! You’re trying to wipe out the Water Vein Tribe!"

A heavy palm strike from Toyun Kangmin cut him off mid-shout. "Still trying to talk your way out of this? You filthy devil—you dare possess Ryusoo Jin’s body? Die!"

Ryusoo Jin didn’t even get the chance to retreat.

He was forced to face the attacks head-on.

With the four Chieftains attacking at once, he was immediately at a disadvantage.

"Whoa, what a lively scene!" Wealth peeked his golden head out from Amalia’s arms.

Watching the commotion unfold before them, he let out an impressed "Oooh!" every few seconds.

Amalia gave his head a gentle pat. "It’s quite the spectacle, isn’t it? A classic example of a thief calling other people ’Thief!’"

Yeom Hwaryeon had already felt that something was wrong with the whole situation.

Now, hearing Amalia’s words, his body jolted. "Miss Amalia, do you know something?"

Amalia glanced at him. "Shouldn’t Elder Yeom be helping your Young Chief right now?"

Yeom Hwaryeon was clearly anxious, but his desire to uncover the truth was even stronger. "The Chief is safe for now. Miss Amalia, if you know anything, could you tell me?"

"I’ve guessed a little." Amalia then switched to voice transmission. "This Ryusoo Jin... may not be the original culprit."

Yeom Hwaryeon’s expression changed drastically.

If he wasn’t the true culprit, then that meant Ryusoo Jin wasn’t a devil either—possibly not even responsible for the murder of the previous chief.

Of course, being an accomplice was likely unavoidable.

"Do you want to stay alive?" Amalia ignored Yeom Hwaryeon and sent a voice transmission to Ryusoo Jin, who was being besieged, covered in wounds, and barely hanging on.