Chapter 43 Jiang Family
A group of Qionglin School disciples, lacking in talent and reduced to mere tools, fainted on the side. Their more experienced teachers accomplices them, allowing Wen Rensu to deal with them all, resulting in heavy casualties.
Pan Junhong was furious at this scene, his eyes bloodshot, his lips trembling slightly, and the blood vessels in his neck bulging. He glared at the two culprits, his ferocious eyes almost wanting to devour them alive:
"How could it be! How could you possibly find this place?!"
"The Well Formation is the net, and the Seven Stars Life-Sustaining Formation is the guide." Wen Rensu said lightly.
Just based on this sentence, Pan Junhong's face turned pale. Although he couldn't believe it, it was the fact. Wen Rensu had already seen through the many major formations that he was proud of.
Both of these formations are related to the stars. Once you know them, it is easy to deduce the benefits. This is exactly the position of the North Star, without any error.
The business he had run for many years was now destroyed by this yellow-haired brat. He was so angry that his body was shaking. He pulled out the nine-section whip and rushed up: "Boy! Die!"
The nine-section whip was agile and versatile, dancing like a silver snake licking, hissing and breaking the wind. Wen Rensu and Ling Zheng exchanged a glance, and Wen Rensu swung his long sword, the sword's force piercing the sun like a rainbow, countering the silver whip's moves with a clanging sound.
Ling Zheng had sharp eyes and used the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue as an aid. The Yue shadow was flying, and he had both offensive and defensive capabilities. He cooperated with Wen Rensu seamlessly.
Each move was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, and the three figures crossed each other. Suddenly, Pan Junhong took out a blood-colored ink pill and swallowed it. The conjunctiva of his eyes burst with bloodshot, and the tip of the nine-section whip screamed, aiming at Ling Zheng's vital points.
Seeing this, Wen Rensu didn't have time to think. He turned his waist and swung his sword at an incredible angle, interrupting Pan Junhong's attack. At the same time, he pulled Ling Zheng away to avoid the fatal blow.
At this moment, Wen Rensu's chest was accidentally hit by the residual force of the nine-section whip, and his internal organs felt a dull pain.
Due to the fierce battle and the dark night, Ling Zheng did not notice that Wen Rensu was injured.
Pan Junhong laughed sinisterly: "You, my little junior brother, are still not up to the task. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
Despite being hit by the hidden force, Wen Rensu remained calm, secretly adjusting his breathing, and swooped forward again, "My junior brother, there's no need for you to worry."
After taking the medicinal pill, Pan Junhong's power increased greatly, his complexion became rosy, and he moved like a cat playing with a mouse, his movements were cunning, and his nine-section whip swept like a hurricane. If anyone was even slightly hit by it, he would probably bleed profusely.
In this way, Wen Rensu and Ling Zheng could only barely dodge, and defeat seemed inevitable.
Pan Junhong laughed heartily: "You have persisted for so long, you are considered outstanding among the younger generation, but you will soon be buried here!"
Hearing Pan Junhong's provocation, neither of them was impulsive and remained unmoved. Wen Rensu counted his pulse, gathering his internal energy, ready to strike. Ling Zheng seemed to sense something, repeatedly trying to entangle the Nine-Section Whip's movements from the outside.
The two of them were in tune with each other, complementing each other. Wen Rensu's sword moves were steady, pressing forward step by step. Although Ling Zheng was not as strong as them, his desperate fighting style combined with his special weapon made it difficult for Pan Junhong to break through, and his expression became ugly.
Catching sight of Pan Junhong's sudden stiffening movements and a sudden change of expression, the two knew that their time had come. Wen Rensu leaped up, pointing his sword straight at him, transforming it into a silver curtain of light, cutting off his retreat.
Ling Zheng also reacted very quickly. He took the opportunity to swing his axe, hitting Pan Junhong in the chest, knocking him out and causing him to fall heavily against a big tree.
Being hit by the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue, Pan Junhong was either dead or disabled. He was covered in blood and couldn't figure out what had happened.
"Life, the life I was pulling at! How could it suddenly be cut off!"
Wen Rensu and Ling Zheng naturally knew the reason: it was Shi Dong's help. She had already destroyed half of the lanterns, and the formation could no longer plunder vitality.
Seeing that Pan Junhong was breathing more than he was breathing in, Ling Zheng quickly walked over, squatted down and asked, "Do you recognize the name Jiang Hui?"
Hearing this slightly familiar name, Pan Junhong's ears moved slightly. He slowly raised his head and looked at Ling Zheng's appearance carefully.
Then, as if realizing something, he laughed wildly, and more and more blood gushed out of his mouth. He only calmed down after coughing a few times due to the blood.
"Are you Jiang Hui's son?"
Ling Zheng's eyes sharpened, his jaw tensed, and he subconsciously took a half step forward. Before he could ask further questions, Pan Junhong continued:
"I don't know. I don't know anything."
After he finished speaking, he laughed out loud, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment in his heart, but it stopped abruptly the next second.
He looked down and saw that the sharp axe blade had pierced deeply into his heart. It was being stirred by its owner, and his chest was instantly covered in blood.
No matter how much he asked, he would not get any more detailed information. Ling Zheng realized that Pan Junhong had no chance of survival and if he did not take revenge, he would never have another chance.
He stood up and looked at Pan Junhong, whose death was horrible, without any emotion, and casually wiped the blood that splattered on his cheek.
Looking at Ling Zheng standing there in a daze, Wen Rensu walked over. Seeing that he had no reaction, his heart felt slightly numb for a moment.
Following his impulse, Wen Rensu pressed Ling Zheng into his arms. Stroking his thin back, he said slowly, "Now that we know someone is still alive, we will find him."
Feeling the familiar warmth enveloping his body, Ling Zheng gradually regained consciousness. After a moment of immersion, he took the initiative to step away, raised his eyes that were shining with a little light, and his expression was already determined: "I will definitely find my parents."
They threw Pan Junhong and the teachers who had aided him into the molten pool. Their remaining traces in the world instantly turned into a pool of blood, a tit-for-tat.
Noticing the frightened Elder Zheng hiding in the shadows, Wen Rensu waved at him with a half-smile: "Come here."
Elder Zheng was trembling with fear, not knowing whether to go or not. "Sir, please forgive me... I was uninformed. I was deceived by Zhang and Pan Junhong!"
Wen Rensu's expression suddenly turned cold and serious, and he said sternly: "I asked you to come here——"
"Hey, hey, hey." Elder Zheng rolled over and crawled over, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. The kowtow made a loud banging sound, and blood soon seeped out of his forehead: "Master, please spare me! Master, please spare me!"
"Answer me a few questions first." Wen Rensu held a long sword in his hand, and a cold light flashed in Elder Zheng's eyes.
Elder Zheng swallowed his saliva and raised his head slightly: "You'll let me go after I answer?"
Hearing this, Wen Rensu tilted his head and pointed the sword at Elder Zheng's face: "If you don't answer, I will accompany you to become the Sect Leader now."
"No, no, no, sir, please ask as you please." Elder Zheng almost buried his head in the ground.
"The previous leaders of the Qionglin Sect were surnamed Jiang, so why is the current one surnamed Pan?"
These words confirmed that it was Wen Rensu who sneaked into Changsheng Pavilion, but knowing this now was meaningless to Elder Zheng.
He thought of Wen Rensu's junior brother "Jiang Ling" and had an idea in his mind.
"You're right to ask me, my Lord. There aren't many people in the faction who know the answer, and I happen to be one of them..."
Wen Rensu scolded: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you right now."
Elder Zheng was a shrewd man. Wen Rensu knew the deep meaning of his words: his purpose was to raise his status, so that he would be cautious and not kill without permission.
Elder Zheng seemed to feel that he had someone to rely on. His tone became steady as he recounted the story of the past.
The Qionglin School was founded by the Jiang clan and has been passed down from generation to generation, regardless of gender. The previous head of the school was named Jiang Yao, and her husband was a son-in-law, named Pan Yuande.
However, Pan Yuande has no moral integrity. Pan Junhong is the product of Pan Yuande's infidelity, so the previous leader Jiang Hao and Pan Junhong are half-brothers.
Many years ago, Jiang Yao died young, and Pan Yuande brought the young Pan Junhong to the Qionglin School. At that time, Pan Junhong was not called Pan Junhong, and was claimed to be the child of a deceased friend.
At the same time, Pan Yuande quietly won the trust of the elders and eroded the power of the Jiang family. When Pan Junhong looked more and more like him, Jiang Hao, the head of the family, had become useless.
However, Pan and his son refused to give in and killed Jiang Hao, forcing the Jiang clan members to withdraw from the sect, allowing the Qionglin sect to change dynasties and become their world.
Wen Rensu asked again, "Is Jiang Hui Jiang Hao's daughter?"
Elder Zheng looked at Wen Rensu in surprise and nodded, "Yes, but Miss Jiang Hui eloped before Sect Leader Jiang Hao died. I don't know why her soul lamp is like this."
Ling Zheng clutched Wen Rensu's sleeve and listened to the story in silence. Only the wrinkled cloth revealed his uneasy heart.
If Wen Rensu hadn't brought up the Qionglin Sect, he would have never known his mother's background. Eloped? Did his parents actually elope? Thinking of them, Ling Zheng felt a faint warmth in his heart.
However, after listening for so long, I still couldn't find any news about my mother's current situation.
Elder Zheng's value has been exhausted. Not to mention that he was unaware of what Pan Junhong had done, they were equally evil.
Wen Rensu flicked his wrist. Elder Zheng felt a cool breeze on his throat, followed by a sharp pain. Blood gushed out from his neck, staining a large area of his clothes.
He pinched his neck tightly, stared at Wen Rensu in disbelief, then slowly fell down, his warm blood melting into the soil.
Wen Ren Su picked up Elder Zheng with one hand and threw him into the lava pool.
Seeing this, Ling Zheng said with a hint of joking: "I thought you were not going to kill him."
Wen Rensu said seriously, "I know he was just trying to save his own life, but sin cannot be washed away. Killing someone must be punished with death."
Ling Zheng raised his eyebrows and stated a fact: "Then you killed him too."
"I never kill innocent people." Wen Rensu glanced sideways, and said this with great solemnity, as if it had deep meaning.
Ling Zheng heard the hidden meaning, Wen Rensu wanted to secretly instill this idea in him. He shook his head and smiled, without commenting.
He didn't think Wenren Su was naive, but he knew full well that they were different. Only those who were self-sufficient and complete, like him, were qualified to pursue justice. He was just a weed born in troubled times, and he had done his best to survive.
In order to find more clues, Wen Rensu and Ling Zheng came to the master's bedroom.
The exterior of the headmaster's bedroom is unremarkable, similar to other pavilions. But once you go inside, you'll discover a different world. At the exit of the corridor, there is a mighty Pixiu inlaid with gold and jade, holding a fist-sized night pearl in its mouth, emitting a faint green light.
Entering the main hall, one is faced with an array of rare and precious treasures. Given the Qionglin School's level, their ability to amass wealth is extraordinary, so there must be something fishy going on.
Wen Rensu looked around and took a closer look, and suddenly found a familiar object.
A black jade box, engraved with dragons and phoenixes, was a work of exquisite craftsmanship. It was exactly the same as the one Wen Rensu had seen at the Valley Master's place before leaving the Cliff Valley.
Walking closer, Wen Rensu opened the box and found a jade pendant with snake pattern and silver mist inside. This was the entrance and exit certificate to the Cliff Valley.
The Qionglin Sect had indeed colluded with the Cliff Valley. Wen Rensu's eyes grew darker.
Ling Zheng used to be a medicine man, so he naturally knew the meaning of this snake-patterned jade pendant. Was what happened to his parents and himself the result of the Cliff Valley assigned by the Qionglin Sect?
They came to the study, where many account books were placed on the Huanghuali bookcase. Wen Rensu and Ling Zheng each took out a few to look through, and they all showed normal income and expenditure.
Pan Junhong is a cunning man who has three burrows, so it is impossible for him to put these accounts in public. Wen Rensu suddenly had an idea and quickly walked back to where the black jade box was. He knocked left and right, and finally heard a hollow echo, which was a sign of a secret compartment.
Everything was easy after that. Wen Rensu opened the secret compartment in a few seconds and found a notebook inside.
The moment Ling Zheng saw the notebook, his breathing became disordered. Realizing that he was about to get to the truth, the air around him became stagnant.
Wen Rensu opened the book, which recorded in detail the population transactions between the Qionglin Sect and the Cliff Valley over the years.
The Qionglin Sect captures people in the Cliff Valley, uses them to make elixirs, and then sells them to other sects, forming a mature supply chain.
After roughly figuring it out, Ling Zheng quickly flipped through the records from two years ago: December, November... July, May... There was no June!
June was the month Ling Zheng's family was arrested. Ling Zheng pulled open the paper, revealing traces of rips on the side. He looked at Wen Rensu and said firmly, "I want to go back to Cliff Valley."
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