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Fu Ming furrowed his brows, recalling the boy he had seen outside the door, feeling an unsettling sense of familiarity. Ruo Jing noticed his confusion and smiled, asking, "What are you thinking about?"
Fu Ming slowly spoke, "Brother, I can't shake the feeling that the boy we just saw resembles someone I encountered before."
"That person?"
Fu Ming hesitated, struggling to articulate his thoughts, but Ruo Jing quickly understood. His expression turned cold as he tightly grasped the boy's shoulder and pressed for answers. "You didn't mistake him, did you? Is he the one who caused Ruo Shu's death?"
The more Fu Ming looked at him, the more he noticed the similarities—tall and slender with a steady gait. He racked his brain for words to describe it until a realization struck him. The way he had observed that guard earlier, silent and still, was strikingly similar!
Moreover, he had seen the poison needle in the boy's hand. The last time that person had schemed against Ruo Shu, he had also waited in silence for the right moment to strike.
Fu Ming's expression darkened; Ruo Shu's death had nearly become his inner demon. That day, he had merely taken a step ahead, but upon returning to Tongling, he found the family head with a grim expression.
The man had thrown a snuffed life lamp at him and demanded to know what had happened. Terrified, Fu Ming waved his hands in denial, trying to distance himself from the incident.
However, when his father saw how furious the family head was, he kicked Fu Ming's leg from behind, forcing him to kneel and scolded him angrily. "Wretched son! Do you dare say you don't know? Ruo Shu went out with you; how could you not be aware? Speak honestly! If I find out you've concealed anything, don't blame me for using family discipline on you!"
Those words sent a shiver down Fu Ming's spine, and he finally began to regain some clarity. Yes, he needed to speak up! He had to find a scapegoat; otherwise, the family head would undoubtedly place the blame squarely on him and might even lash out at their entire family.
The Fu family had been weak for too long and was now essentially reliant on their connections. If he incurred the family head's wrath, it wouldn't take much for his father to punish him severely or even cast him out.
In that case, he would undoubtedly become that sacrificial pawn.
So he bowed deeply and recounted everything that had transpired that day in detail while emphasizing the disputes at the auction.
After listening intently, the family head appeared contemplative. "Are you suggesting that Shu'er deliberately bid against that person for something of his? And in retaliation, he resorted to underhanded means?"
Fu Ming swallowed hard. "It must be him! Who else would have such a motive to harm Ruo Shu?"
After a lengthy search by the Fu family in Tongling, they ultimately found no trace of the black-robed youth. How could they locate someone based solely on a silhouette without a face? Their efforts were akin to searching for a needle in a haystack, and after coming up empty-handed, they turned to inquire at the Linglang Pavilion.
The pavilion had a strict policy of not disclosing customer privacy. However, after offering a substantial sum, they finally received a nondescript portrait of a pockmarked face. Even though some suspected it might be the result of a disguise potion, lacking any other leads forced them to press on. Yet after nearly two months, they remained without clues.
The family was already disheartened when they heard that treasures were emerging from Floating Island, prompting them to try their luck there. Even if they couldn't find the youth, perhaps they could uncover some opportunities.
Ruo Jing was excited but still managed to restrain himself. "Did you really see him?"
"I'm not sure," he replied. Ruo Jing squinted slightly; if he wasn't certain, then testing the waters would reveal the truth. Although Shu had low combat power, he carried magical artifacts that not just anyone could defeat.
As the two walked through the streets, Lu Mingyuan noticed that Qi Xiao seemed to be keeping an eye on their surroundings, seemingly watching for something. His heart tightened as he observed for a while and soon discovered several figures stealthily blending into the crowd, following them.
In a hushed voice, Qi Xiao said, "Brother, those people are tailing us. They might be after you or me. We should deal with them together."
Lu Mingyuan furrowed his brow in concern. There were three in the early stages of Golden Core and one in the mid-stage. They appeared well-prepared and likely had hidden tricks up their sleeves. "Junior brother, don’t underestimate them."
"Brother, trust me. I've been at the Scripture Pavilion for so long; I’ve learned more than you think."
Seeing Qi Xiao's determined expression calmed Lu Mingyuan's heart somewhat, and he ultimately agreed with his choice. "If we can't win, we should run quickly—don’t try to be brave!"
They entered a narrow alley that grew increasingly secluded. As they ventured deeper, the four assassins trailing them no longer concealed themselves and stepped forward with clear footsteps.
"You two brats noticed us long ago and still dared to lead us here with fewer numbers? You've got guts!" one of them sneered.
"Given your boldness," another added, "we won’t make this too painful for you."
Qi Xiao halted his steps and replied coolly, "You all seem overly confident."
"Hmph! Ignorant children! Even at this point, you still dare to act so arrogantly!"
The man drew out a dagger, ready to charge forward, when suddenly a clear, melodious chime echoed through the air. It was distant yet ethereal, reminiscent of a crane's cry far away, and also like the resounding toll of a bell close at hand, brilliant as the sun.
Several people faltered in their steps, their spirits shaken. Blood flowed from their mouths and noses, and they collapsed to the ground, limbs limp, utterly unconscious.
Lu Mingyuan stared in shock, his mouth agape.
What kind of powerful elixir has this kid taken? How has he become so formidable after just a month? These are all Golden Core cultivators, and one of them is even at the mid-Golden Core stage. How could they not withstand a single strike from him?
Is this kid hiding his true strength just to fool me?
Turning around, Lu Mingyuan noticed Qi Xiao coughing softly, a trickle of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped it away and met Lu Mingyuan's alarmed gaze with a faint smile.
"I'm fine; it's just that it was my first time using it, and I didn't quite control it well. Cough cough."
Lu Mingyuan approached to pat his back and help him breathe easier, still skeptical.
"Don't scare me like that. Did you use some kind of secret technique that shortens your lifespan?"
"Brother, don't overthink it."
"How can I not? Who casually overexerts themselves and ends up injuring themselves internally?"
Qi Xiao felt a bit embarrassed; he hadn’t thought much about it at the time—he had only aimed to unleash his full power in one strike. But after using it, he realized that his spirit was too strong for this body to contain.
As he tapped into his spiritual power, that sensation became even more pronounced.
Lu Mingyuan clearly didn’t believe him. "Junior Brother, you mustn't push yourself too hard."
Qi Xiao chuckled helplessly. "I really am fine."
"This isn’t the place for conversation; we should leave quickly."
Lu Mingyuan nodded and was about to help Qi Xiao leave when he saw Qi Xiao suddenly remember something. He returned to the corpses and stabbed each one fiercely in the heart.
"There we go."
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