Chapter 73 Murder
Yu Che obviously recognized Chu Yanxing, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
I didn't expect to sit next to this man whom I had met once, and in business class at that.
He nodded politely, and at that moment, there was a slight "click" sound, and one of the wheels of his suitcase came out without any warning.
The box tilted and almost made him stumble.
Yu Che: “…”
The sudden little accident made him flustered and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.
Chu Yanxing retracted the hand gestures he had played for the little prank, hiding his achievements and fame, hmm.
He tilted his head slightly, looked at the small wheel that rolled to his feet, then raised his eyes to look at Yu Che, whose ears were red, with a smile on his face.
Yu Che felt even more uncomfortable when he was staring at him. The other person's eyes seemed to be appreciating some interesting drama, which made him feel a little depressed, but he couldn't vent his anger.
He coughed dryly, quickly bent down to pick up the wheel, and installed it back in a few seconds. Then he lifted the suitcase into the luggage rack, and his movements inevitably carried a bit of anger.
During the whole process, Chu Yanxing just sat there leisurely, with no intention of helping at all, but the smile in his eyes deepened a little.
Until Yu Che dealt with the suitcase, sat down in the seat next to him, fastened his seat belt, and turned his head towards the aisle, thinking out of sight, out of mind.
The plane flew in the stratosphere for a while. Chu Yanxing, sitting next to me, seemed to have lost interest in the monotonous sea of clouds outside the window. An aviation magazine lay flat on his knees, unopened for a long time.
Suddenly, the fuselage sank sharply, and then bounced up again, as if it was being shaken violently by an invisible hand.
The feeling of weightlessness startled many passengers, and several exclamations were heard in the cabin. The overhead luggage compartment door creaked.
Fortunately, most of the people in the business class were frequent flyers. They just frowned, subconsciously held on to the armrests, and remained relatively calm.
"Attention, passengers! Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts. We are passing through a period of unstable airflow. This is normal. Please remain calm."
The soothing voice of the flight attendant came over the radio.
Yu Che's body swayed with the bumps. After stabilizing his center of gravity, he looked around and finally looked beside him.
Chu Yanxing had adjusted the backrest of his seat without knowing when, his eyes were lightly closed, and his breathing was even.
He actually looked like he was sleeping peacefully, and he didn't even seem to notice that half of the magazine on his lap had slipped off.
That excessive composure seemed unbelievable in this environment. Yu Che couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
You pretend quite well, let’s see how long you can sleep.
He suppressed the vague uneasiness in his heart and told himself that this was just a common incident during flight.
However, the expected stabilization did not come.
The fuselage began to emit an unsettling groaning of metallic stress, punctuated by more violent drops. The most terrifying one was like a free fall.
The regulars who had been relatively calm before also changed their expressions and clenched their knuckles until they turned white.
A flight attendant, struggling to maintain her balance in the bumpy aisle, was trying to calm a frightened passenger when she nearly lost her balance and had to grab the back of her seat.
They still had professional smiles on their faces, but the tension in their eyes was difficult to completely conceal, and the repeated words of comfort seemed pale.
The glimmer of hope in Yu Che's heart completely vanished. He decided to cautiously extend his spiritual awareness outward.
Passing through the noisy cabin and penetrating the bulkhead, the scene he perceived gave him a chill in his heart—
The plane was rushing into a violent energy turbulence, and the spiritual energy was like boiling steam, madly impacting the electronic systems on the plane!
At this critical moment, Yu Che had no time to think about anything else. He concentrated all his energy and transformed the spiritual power nurtured in his dantian into countless thin energy threads, which were directed towards the cockpit.
This was an extremely delicate operation. He had to carefully smooth out the disordered spiritual energy and build a barrier around the sophisticated circuit.
Just as he was trying his best to repair it, all the screens in the cabin flashed with snowflakes at the same time and the lights flickered on and off.
Then, a voice came from the radio, trying to be calm but unable to conceal despair:
"Dear passengers, I'm the co-pilot of this flight. Due to strong, unknown interference, the navigation and multiple control system signals are abnormal. The crew is fully investigating... Please, please remain calm..."
At the end, he almost choked up.
The dead silence lasted for just a second or two, and then the cabin erupted into crying, cursing and screaming.
The passengers were pale, covering their faces with their hands, or sobbing and praying softly, and an atmosphere of despair quickly spread.
Yu Che turned a deaf ear to the chaos outside, his spiritual power rapidly depleted. Finally! The last chaotic energy was isolated.
Not long after, another voice came on the radio. It was probably the captain next to him, who shouted in disbelief:
"Recovered! Oh my god! The signal is back! The system is restarting and self-checking... Everything is normal! We're fine!"
The first officer also joined in, ecstatic: "God bless you, this is great! The indicators are back, the navigation is restored! This is great!"
The news of survival was exciting. The passengers were stunned for a moment, and then cheers and applause were deafening.
Many people hugged each other and cried with joy, as if they had just been pulled back from the brink of hell.
The flight attendants wiped their tears and continued to comfort everyone with a smile, but this time their tone was filled with real joy.
Yu Che slowly exhaled, his body relaxed, and only then did he feel a surge of mental fatigue.
He subconsciously turned his head to see the reaction of the "God of Sleep" next to him.
Chu Yanxing had opened his eyes without knowing when, and was slowly picking up the magazine that had fallen off, closing it, and putting it aside.
Then he raised his hand and carefully straightened his cuffs and collar, which were slightly wrinkled from the bumpy ride.
His face was calm and his eyes were clear, without any sign of having just experienced a life-or-death crisis, not even a curious glance.
Yu Che looked at his unshakable composure, and the sense of accomplishment that had just emerged in his heart was immediately replaced by a strong feeling of speechlessness.
Did this guy get sleep deaf or something? How could he have "slept" from the beginning to the end and still look like nothing happened?
This is either a slow reaction or the pinnacle of pretentiousness.
He couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart, and completely labeled his neighbor a "top-level poser", and was too lazy to look at him again.
The next moment, Chu Yanxing seemed to sense something. He turned his head and glanced at Yu Che's slightly tired profile, with the corners of his lips raised.
It feels great to have the protection of my future boyfriend.
Chu Yanxing didn't expect that his excessive trust in the other party would make Yu Che hate him in his heart.
The rest of the voyage went smoothly.
…
In the capital, the symposium was held in the conference hall of a historic state guesthouse.
There is a thick red carpet, sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, a huge circular chairman's table in the center, and stepped seats for the audience around it.
During the warm-up period, the hall was already crowded with people. The younger generation, under the guidance of their elders, exchanged pleasantries, their elegant attire and their words shimmering with wit.
Yu Che, dressed in a half-worn denim jacket, looked out of place among the crowd, but he was happy to be alone and quietly observed everyone present.
Someone brought the topic to the unfamiliar Yu Che. A young man in a high-end suit approached with a broad smile on his face.
During the conversation, he subtly inquired about Yu Che's teachers and background, and several of his peers around him also cast curious glances at him.
Yu Che smiled faintly and responded flawlessly.
When the topic inadvertently turned to several recent abnormal spiritual energy points, he casually remarked, but hit the nail on the head.
The ideas they expressed were similar to those of their elders, and even more original. They were no fools, so they naturally recognized the logic in their words.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Those young men, who had previously held a sense of superiority, flashed with surprise. The contempt in their eyes faded considerably, replaced by a hint of vigilance.
In the circle of elders not far away, several elegant figures also noticed the movement here.
"This young man from the Abnormal Control Bureau is quite interesting." An old man in a Chinese-style jacket said slowly, his eyes lingering on Yu Che for a moment.
"He has a solid foundation and a sharp eye, which is not what one should have at his age."
"He's indeed a good candidate." A middle-aged, elegant woman next to him nodded in agreement, then changed the subject slightly:
"However, when it comes to the true leaders of the younger generation, the benchmark is still the Chu family. That young master is truly unfathomable."
"Chu Yanxing?" Another middle-aged man in a crisp suit murmured, "This boy is truly a freak. He came out of seclusion years ago, and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and his methods are even more...tsk.
"The old man of the Chu family has almost delegated his power. All matters, big or small, are decided by him. Yet, he handles everything so flawlessly, and he's too experienced to be a young man."
"Yes, with him around, it's hard for his peers to even hope to match him. He represented the Chu family at this symposium, which shows how important he is."
The sound of discussion drifted faintly into Yu Che's ears. He remained calm, his face merely smiling. The Young Master of the Chu Family? He had a well-known reputation.
But he has been reborn, and he has his own path and confidence. He does not need to compare himself with anyone, and he has no intention of showing off at this moment.
He retreated to the edge of the crowd, as if the praise and controversy had nothing to do with him.
Soon, the meeting was about to begin and staff members guided everyone to their seats.
The younger generation and their entourage were assigned to the outer gallery. Yu Che found his seat and sat down.
At the circular main table in the center, which symbolized the core of various forces, the director of the Alien Management Bureau sat at the head, and representatives of aristocratic families or elders of sects also took their seats one after another.
There were some familiar faces from his previous life and some unfamiliar ones. Yu Che narrowed his eyes, and a cold gleam flashed across them.
He even saw several people who had clearly participated in the encirclement and suppression of him in his previous life.
Revenge is certain, but to confront him now is undoubtedly like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and is beyond one's ability.
At this moment, a subtle sense of stagnation came from the entrance of the side hall, attracting countless people's attention.
Yu Che also subconsciously looked over.
A tall figure walked into the meeting room slowly and unhurriedly. He was wearing a tailor-made dark-brown suit.
The fabric had a delicate luster under the light, which made his shoulders look straight and his waist look slim.
Unlike many people present who were serious or outwardly aggressive, the man was calm in his bones, and every step seemed to be measured with precision.
Yu Che would never mistake that face—handsome and with eyes like cold stars, it was the arrogant man on the plane!
However, this time, when he appeared and looked down upon the venue, his aura was even more powerful than before, which made people feel awe-inspiring.
He walked straight to the central table, where several important figures who had been chatting happily nodded in greeting.
Chu Yanxing also nodded slightly and sat down in front of the chair marked with the "Chu Family" nameplate.
He adjusted the angle of the microphone in front of him with elegant hand movements, and the valuable Swiss watch on his wrist reflected a cold light.
"Young Master Chu..."
"Yanxing is here..."
A few friendly greetings came from the main table.
What? How is this possible?
Yu Che immediately sat up from the backrest. After confirming again and again that he had heard correctly, a thunderclap exploded in his mind, and his blood froze for a moment.
His name is Chu Yanxing, is he the young master of the Chu family? !
The huge sense of absurdity almost made Yu Che lose his composure, and the scenes on the plane flashed back uncontrollably.
Shit! With his status, he must have known it was a turbulent flow of spiritual energy! So he wasn't just being slow to react or pretending to be asleep.
He saw through everything from the very beginning, and just watched him like a fool exhausting himself trying to stabilize the crisis, watching all the passengers on the plane panic and despair.
And perhaps he himself has been evaluating his own strength from the beginning to the end, even with a condescending and playful attitude?
A surge of anger at being fooled arose.
Are these arrogant and self-righteous cultivation families really so cold and indifferent, viewing all living beings as ants?
"Xiao Che... hurry up..."
"Leave us alone..."
Yu Che suddenly began to hallucinate, and those nightmarish memories emerged. The dull and familiar faces pierced his heart.
Calm down, Yu Che, calm down!
Yu Che's eyes flushed as he muttered to himself, and he clenched his fists on his knees. He forced himself to lower his head and take a deep breath.
When he raised his head again, there was only an icy calmness on his face.
But that gaze was no longer willing to look towards the dazzling yet chilling direction of the main table.
The symposium has begun.
Representatives from all parties are discussing the gradual disclosure of the revival of spiritual energy. The leaders look solemn and their words are very precise.
Sudden!
A black shadow suddenly rose from behind the gallery. The attacker concealed his aura so well that no one noticed him until the moment he attacked.
The lightning-fast spiritual energy transformed into a physical entity and stabbed towards an elderly man in a dark gray Zhongshan suit sitting at the main table.
"Master, be careful!" Someone in the audience shouted in horror, but it was too late.
Patriarch Luo's eyes widened, as if sensing something. The protective spirit shield had just lit up—
The spike pierced his heart, leaving a tiny but fatal wound.
The head of the Luo family stiffened, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he looked down at his chest in disbelief.
Then his body collapsed and his breath stopped instantly.
Everything happened in a split second. The venue was silent for a moment, then erupted in chaos like a frying pan.
"dad--!"
A young man with pigtails was crying and wailing. It was Luo Yunfeng, the only son of the head of the Luo family. He rushed to the main table like a madman.
"Catch him!"
"Don't let the murderer get away!"
Several angry shouts rang out simultaneously. The quickest to react were several skilled guards from aristocratic families and the accompanying experts from the Abnormal Control Bureau.
Almost the next second after the attack, it turned into several fast shadows, and the black shadow immediately fled away after the successful attack.
Two people at the main table also stood up suddenly, their faces livid, and joined the pursuit.
However, more people froze in place, looking at each other, stunned by the sudden assassination, and not knowing what to do for a moment.
In this chaos, Chu Yanxing's reaction was particularly eye-catching.
He still sat quietly in his seat, without even raising his eyelids.
He just turned his head slightly, and his indifferent eyes swept across the fallen figure of the head of the Luo family and the dark red blood that was spreading rapidly.
He even picked up the untouched cup of tea in front of him and took a sip, as if the strong smell of blood did not exist at all.
Luo Xin, the younger brother of the Luo family head, was shocked and angry when he saw his brother die. He suddenly looked up and cast a poisonous gaze at Chu Yanxing, the calmest person in the audience.
"Chu Yanxing!"
His voice was sharp and piercing: "It's you, it must be your Chu family who did it! Some time ago, my Luo family offended you because of a dispute over a mineral vein, and you have been holding a grudge against me!
"You took advantage of my brother's absence from the ancestral home barrier to take revenge, didn't you?"
The accusation of murdering the clan leader was very serious, and most of the attention was drawn to Chu Yanxing.
Including Yu Che, he snorted coldly and watched the dog-eat-dog drama from the other side of the river.
Upon hearing this, Chu Yanxing slowly put down his teacup and let out an undisguised sneer.
"Second Master Luo," he said, his tone as calm as if he were discussing business, "Are you losing your mind due to your grief?"
"The Luo family has relied on their momentum over the years, and they've probably offended more people than they can count. Do they insist on linking it to the Chu family? Don't they think they've made enough enemies?"
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