Because of the blood on his hands, Ling Jiusheng was called a little devil by the righteous people and was hunted down by them. He had no choice but to join the underworld.
Ling Jiusheng also remembered what the boy had once told him: he wanted to become the leader of the martial arts alliance and unify the Jianghu. So, as long as he became the leader of the underworld demonic sect, they would inevitably have a battle.
Therefore, Ling Jiusheng spent a lot of effort and killed many people to finally become the leader of the Demonic Sect. However, to his disappointment, the new leader of the martial arts alliance of the White Path was a man named Qi Chang'an. He had met Qi Chang'an several times. Indeed, Qi Chang'an's gentle nature was somewhat similar to that of the white-robed youth from back then, but Qi Chang'an's eyes did not have that kind of contempt for the world or the boredom he felt towards it.
Ling Jiusheng was unaware that the most profound disguise technique was not just about changing one's face; the disguiser had to forget their original self.
Several years had passed, and in Ling Jiusheng's mind, the white-clad boy was almost synonymous with a swindler. However, when he infiltrated the Hidden Army Mansion under the identity of Wanxuan, he couldn't help but imitate the boy's appearance from his memory.
Gentle and refined like jade, yet elegant and graceful.
This is the story after Ling Jiusheng first met Qi Chang'an.
"I've always had a question I wanted to ask you." After shedding all pretense, Ling Jiusheng was a man of few words, the kind of person who was aloof and reserved.
Qi Chang'an smiled. "What do you want to ask?"
"Why did you call me 'Young Master' when we first met, even though I was dressed simply?"
Qi Chang'an raised an eyebrow, "Is this question very important?"
“It’s very important.” Ling Jiusheng’s gaze was fixed on Qi Chang’an, and he could see the stubbornness in Qi Chang’an’s eyes.
Qi Chang'an's eyes curved into a smile, revealing a more dashing air. "Only those born into wealth and privilege have hands without a single wrinkle or scar. Is that answer satisfactory?"
"Satisfied." Ling Jiusheng's hands now have calluses from practicing martial arts, and there are even a few scars on them.
Sai Feifei pressed his head, struggling to lift it. "Qi Chang'an... what is your purpose in poisoning us here today?"
“My father, who didn’t live long, once said that no one in this world could beat him, but later he realized he was wrong.” Qi Chang’an shook his head regretfully. “It’s a pity he couldn’t bear it and committed suicide.”
He did want his old man to stay a little longer, but the old island lord didn't have the face to do so, so he could only end his life.
Xiao Baishu could already guess Qi Chang'an's intentions. "Those who came to Guanxian Island this time are all highly skilled martial artists. As long as you kill all of them... then no one in the martial world, whether it's the underworld or the legitimate world, will ever stand in your way. This is what you mean by... unifying the martial world."
“Indeed.” Qi Chang’an’s gaze fell on Xiao Baishu, and he said with a smile, “Hero Xiao is indeed clever.”
The death of Zuo Shoudao was because of him; the illusion that Xiao Baishu was under was also caused by him; and only the matter of Wanting was done by Ling Jiusheng.
No one would have guessed that, with one dead and the other injured, it was actually two people who committed the crime. The reason Ling Jiusheng didn't explain that he didn't do it was simple: no one wanted to believe him.
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