Chapter 169 Ye Li: She's been misled all along!
Because of that scar, Ye Li always thought that the masked man was either Chu Wei or Feng Jingxuan, so she kept comparing the two of them based on the masked man's features.
The first to suspect was Chu Wei, who was also the colder-tempered.
But in fact, the Ghost Face who assassinated her at Tianmen Sect and the Ghost Face in Wuzhang Forest are not the same person at all!
She sensed something was off when she fought "Ghost Face" at Tianmen Sect that day.
Although they were both wearing ghost masks, when she fought Ghost Mask in the Misty Camphor Forest before, she tried her best but couldn't hurt him at all.
As for accidentally injuring Ghost Face that day, she assumed that Xie Sixing had pointed out Ghost Face's hiding place to her, allowing her to take advantage of his unpreparedness to retaliate.
But thinking about it carefully, how could the masked man, who comes and goes without a trace, be so easily injured by her?
Looking back now, it wasn't Ghost Face who assassinated her that day, but Feng Jingxuan!
The real Ghost Face is someone else!
The night outside the window was deep and dark. Tianmen Sect was the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the world, with beautiful mountains and rivers and a mystical atmosphere.
But in the darkness, the ethereal mist obscured the mountain.
Hidden within was a sinister atmosphere that Ye Li had never noticed before.
She had previously thought that the Ghost Mask only controlled ordinary people like Su Ying'er who had no cultivation or outer disciples like Huang Guang. To her surprise, even Feng Jingxuan, as the head of a sect, bowed down to him.
She's been investigating for so long, yet she still hasn't come across the real ghost mask.
Who exactly is he?
...
After a long silence, Chu Wei suddenly asked, "Are you still there?"
Ye Li snapped out of her reverie and replied, "Mm."
She looked at the tortoise shell in Chu Wei's hand, "After you got this tortoise shell, did you find anything out?"
Chu Wei shook his head, "Feng Jingxuan has been lurking in the sect for many years and will not easily reveal any flaws, moreover..."
He frowned. "I went to Feng Jingxuan's residence before, and the third floor was full of miscellaneous items, but tonight I saw a lot more..."
"A clay pot." Ye Li interjected, then, recalling her near-being sucked into a clay pot, she suddenly looked at Chu Wei, "Feng Jingxuan did it on purpose!"
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Jinxiaomen
The boots creaked softly on the stairs, adding a touch of eeriness to the night.
We climbed step by step and stopped on the third floor.
Feng Jingxuan paused in his tracks upon seeing the open pottery jar inside.
Just as Ye Li had guessed, Feng Jingxuan had broken the illusion on the third floor to lure her into a trap.
Not only because "Jiang Li" was the only survivor who escaped death under the camphor forest, but also because he heard something.
She took the sachet from Zhao Yaoguang's body.
He invited the two of them to stay for tea today, partly to test whether she had found anything.
Everything was normal at first, but when they bumped into each other, he saw a fleeting look of surprise on Jiang Li's face, as well as a subtle sniff.
She noticed the fragrance on him.
Therefore, she will definitely come looking for that sachet.
So he set a trap, waiting for her to walk right into it.
Feng Jingxuan glanced at the open jar on the ground, a slight smile playing on her lips. It seemed she had already been here.
He covered the earthenware jar again, and as he stood up, a cold glint flashed across his face.
Looking to the side, there was a fallen spirit sword on the ground.
The sword is sharp, and a single character is engraved on the hilt.
Upon seeing that word, Feng Jingxuan's pupils dilated.
"Li"
It wasn't Jiang Li, it was Ye Li!
In an instant, Feng Jingxuan realized something and quickly walked towards one of the walls.
He drew a few strokes in the air with his fingertips, opening a secret passage, and strode inside.
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"You mean Feng Jingxuan deliberately lured you into a trap to silence you?"
Chu Wei's expression was grave. "Why?"
Ye Li thought for a moment and said, "It must be because he found out that I was investigating him, and since I am the only survivor in the Misty Camphor Forest, he came up with this plan to wait for me to come to him."
At this point, Ye Li suddenly remembered something.
Her sword!
The sword she used was named Little Black, a top-grade spiritual sword. It was a prize she received a few years ago when she won first place in a competition among the five major sects.
Realizing that the sword might expose her identity, she immediately summoned it back.
She gripped the sword, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.
With things having developed to this point, it's clear who is right and who is wrong between Chu Wei and Feng Jingxuan.
As for that scar...
Ye Li looked at Chu Wei, "Do you remember that day when I followed you and Feng Jingxuan helped me out of a predicament, we fought? Did you notice anything unusual that day?"
So much time had passed that Chu Wei had to think for a long time before he could recall the details of that day.
“Feng Jingxuan is the Grand Elder’s personal disciple, and his cultivation is no less than mine. I only injured his arm.”
"Arm? Not shoulder?"
When she left with Feng Jingxuan, the injury Feng Jingxuan showed her was clearly on her shoulder.
Chu Wei shook his head. "I remember it very clearly. He injured my shoulder, and I injured his arm."
After hearing this, what else is there to misunderstand? Feng Jingxuan deliberately shifted the blame to her, making her believe that Chu Wei was the one who assassinated her!
Truth novice.
After investigating for so long, she finally found some clues. Now that Feng Jingxuan has been exposed, she can use him to trace the source of the problem.
But what's in those jars of his...?
Ye Li felt that Xie Sixing must know.
But how trustworthy is Xie Sixing now?
In any case, the three-day period has ended, and she should indeed return to the Chaos Realm.
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The Tianmen Sect was completely silent.
The disciples elsewhere had already rested, but the Lotus Sect's Junlan Residence was brightly lit.
Today is Lu Ziting and Su Ying'er's wedding day. Logically, this place should be bustling with activity tonight, but right now it's as quiet as death, with only the sound of a woman sobbing.
In the bridal chamber draped with red gauze, Su Ying'er wept bitterly, her face streaked with tears, while Mo Hannian whispered words of comfort to her beside her.
"Sakura, don't cry. You can't cry on your wedding day."
Su Ying'er, contrary to her usual self, shouted, "Marriage? Senior Brother hasn't even returned yet, who am I supposed to marry!"
On her wedding day, her husband married a dead person's memorial tablet, and she went from being a Taoist companion to a concubine. What a ridiculous joke!
Just thinking about everything that happened today makes her feel like she's been stripped naked.
"Why is my senior brother treating me like this? What did I do wrong?!"
"He's just..."
Mo Hannian wanted to say a few words of comfort to Su Ying'er, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
Since Senior Sister never betrayed Lu Ziting, then it is Lu Ziting who wronged Senior Sister.
As for the culprit, it was Su Ying'er.
Although Lu Ziting was extreme, he was right. The position of the principal wife should indeed belong to my senior sister.
Unaware of Mo Hannian's thoughts, Su Ying'er continued her accusations, "Ye Li is already dead. Isn't his marriage to a dead person just to humiliate me? Ye Li, she..."
"shut up!"
Mo Hannian's cold rebuke stopped Su Ying'er from crying. She looked at him blankly, seemingly not understanding why he had suddenly become angry.
She called out timidly, "Brother..."
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