Chapter 136 So This Is What You're Like, Chu Wei

Chu Wei's expression suddenly turned icy, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. "My master would never kill someone without a reason."

From his words, Ye Li realized that he also didn't know why Li Yuehua had suddenly attacked and injured someone that day.

So Chu Wei is also investigating the truth of what happened back then?

By the time she came to her senses, Chu Wei's door was already closed.

Ye Li instinctively wanted to chase after him, but her arms suddenly felt heavy.

Mu Chen and Mu Xi were each looking at her from the side.

Left side: "Where are you going?"

The person on the right: "I'm going too."

Two identical faces are giving me a headache.

I forgot to mention that the three of them shared a room to keep an eye on her.

Ye Li silently withdrew her foot that was about to step out. "I'm not going anywhere."

Yeah, right.

When the night was deep and quiet, Ye Li sat cross-legged on the bed, with Mu Chen and Mu Xi, who were fast asleep, on either side of her.

The next second, the soul left the body.

Ye Li left the room silently and went to the other side.

As the head of the sect, Chu Wei naturally lived in a room that was much larger than that of his disciples.

Ye Li searched high and low but couldn't find Chu Wei.

He's no longer at the inn.

Where did he go so late?

Just then, Ye Li noticed the map on the table.

The map looks old and is somewhat worn.

However, the ink on it is new, circling a certain area.

Ye Li read it aloud.

"Dream Pavilion".

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The glass roof shimmered and glowed in the night.

The three large characters "Qimengge" are extremely eye-catching.

It was late at night, but the place was brightly lit and bustling with people.

A row of open windows revealed alluring men and women from different lands, their bodies twisting downwards.

Seeing this, even someone as ignorant as Ye Li knew where she was.

Her expression became indescribable. Chu Wei, here?

It takes ten high-grade spirit stones to enter the Dream Pavilion.

However, Ye Li, being a soul entity, is free.

As soon as she entered, Ye Li was dazzled by the sight of pale thighs and trembling chest muscles, and immediately turned her head away.

Do not look at what is improper!

He secretly grumbled to himself, never expecting that Chu Wei, who usually appeared so serious and dignified, would actually come to a place like this behind his back.

She walked through the hall with her eyes half-covered. The hall was full of guests, each with their arms around men, women, and children, drinking and making merry.

Chu Wei was not among them.

Could they be upstairs?

As soon as she went up to the second floor, Ye Li began to hate her own heightened senses as a Daoist cultivator.

The hot, piercing sounds emanating from every room made her blush furiously.

Just as Ye Li was trying to make out the details, Xie Sixing's enthusiastic voice rang out from the mirror, "Little Taoist priest, I didn't expect you to have a hobby of eavesdropping."

Ye Li gritted her teeth, "I'm here to find someone."

After finally making it to the second floor, they still hadn't found Chu Wei.

Qimeng Pavilion only has two floors. Is Chu Wei not here?

A fragrant breeze wafted by, and a graceful woman wearing a veil passed by Ye Li carrying a food box.

The woman did not enter any of the rooms, but went to the end of the corridor.

She looked around, raised her hand and drew something in the air, and the next second, the wall slowly rotated.

There's a hidden door!

Ye Li had a premonition that Chu Wei was inside.

She quickly followed and slipped inside just before the door closed.

In an instant, all those decadent sounds disappeared.

Then, Ye Li saw Chu Wei.

He was sitting at the table, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

The woman walked over, her steps less alluring than when she was outside, and sat down properly.

"Sect Leader Chu, are you here to find something or to gather information?"

"To gather information."

Listening to their conversation, Ye Li understood that Qimeng Pavilion also ran other businesses.

Chu Wei said, "The Celestial Pivot Spirit Venerable once visited the Golden Sand Illusionary Realm. I need all his whereabouts here."

Even though the news of the death of the Celestial Pivot Spirit Lord had not yet leaked out, the woman was not surprised at all, and covered her face with a light laugh, "News from hundreds of years ago is not so easy to find out."

Chu Wei took out a storage pouch and pushed it over.

The woman opened it and a greedy glint flashed in her eyes. "Three days from now, when Sect Master Chu comes here, I will present the news to him."

After saying that, she opened the food box. "This is what Truman mainly wanted last time."

Ye Li looked inside and saw a broken sword that looked strangely familiar.

Upon seeing the sword, Chu Wei's calm eyes stirred with emotion.

He took it out very gently, examined it silently for a long time, and then put it away.

Thank you.

The Pavilion Master of Qimeng Pavilion propped his head up and said, "Your master has been gone for hundreds of years, Sect Master Chu, are you still not giving up?"

Reminded by her, Ye Li remembered that she had seen this sword in her memories of her past life; it was Li Yuehua's sword.

Across from him, Chu Wei had already sheathed his sword, his gaze resolute. "As long as I live, I will definitely clear my master's name."

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Inn

After returning from Qimeng Pavilion, Chu Wei ordered a jar of wine and sat in his room, drinking it in silence.

On the opposite side of the table was Li Yuehua's broken sword.

Even though he hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end, Ye Li could sense the turmoil within him.

He was paying tribute to Li Yuehua.

Seeing Chu Wei like this, Ye Li's suspicions about him began to waver somewhat.

Seeing that Chu Wei was drinking more and more, and his hand trembling more and more as he poured the wine, she suddenly had an idea.

The whole jar of wine was quickly emptied, and Chu Wei went downstairs to get another jar. When he came back, he stared blankly at the wide-open doors and windows inside the house.

It was clearly locked when he left.

not good!

Master's sword!

Chu Wei strode inside and found Li Yuehua's sword still on the table, which relieved him.

Just as he was about to pick it up, he paused.

Because he was drinking alone, he had only used one cup earlier, but now, a cup had appeared out of nowhere opposite him.

Chu Wei couldn't believe it and asked in a trembling voice, "Master?"

The usually composed Sect Leader Chu searched around like a clueless fool, "Master, is that you?"

Seeing Chu Wei's determined look, Ye Li frowned slightly. This wasn't quite what she had planned.

She had hoped that by creating the illusion that Li Yuehua's spirit had come, she could get Chu Wei to reveal some of his true feelings.

But when she saw him start rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for Li Yuehua to be hiding inside, she was completely helpless.

Left with no other choice, she turned her gaze to the wine jug.

Chu Wei, who had just finished looking under the bed, was in a panic when he suddenly heard the sound of running water.

His body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head.

The wine pot that was originally on the table suddenly rose into the air and poured wine into the wine glasses.

Chu Wei closed his eyes, a deep sorrow flashing in them.

He forgot that his master died such a tragic death that he would never be able to find her.

In an instant, he seemed to lose all his strength. He didn't get up, but knelt on the ground. His once deep and mellow voice was now unmistakably hoarse, "Master, you..."

He paused, as if to calm himself down, and then said, "It is my fault that I am useless. Hundreds of years have passed, and I still have not been able to clear your name."

Hearing Chu Wei's suppressed voice, Ye Li, who was impersonating Li Yuehua, felt inexplicably guilty.

Just as she was wondering whether to give up, Chu Wei suddenly raised his head and said in a cold voice, "The mastermind behind this has reappeared. Your dear friend, Tian Shu Ling Zun, must have died at his hands."