Chapter 13 Killing Three Birds with One Stone
Unsurprisingly, the disciples distributing food discovered three corpses in the stone house area, and their report immediately caused a huge uproar.
The law enforcement disciples of the Stone House District entered in a line, the morning classes were canceled, all the spirit slaves were strictly guarded, and the three stewards arrived together, thus a grand drama was about to unfold.
Manager Liu, who had been riding high during this period, stood at the front with his hands behind his back, his face ashen, looking at the three spirit slaves as if they were corpses pierced by ten thousand swords.
He narrowed his eyes, keenly sensing the chilling aura emanating from it.
"Ice Sword Technique..."
He couldn't help but turn to look at Steward Duan, who stood to the side with an indifferent expression, and said in an icy tone, "Fatty Duan, did you do this?"
Manager Duan was taken aback, then frowned in response.
"What does this have to do with me?"
Manager Liu immediately started cursing.
"You fatso, do you think I'm blind? Only you know the Ice Sword Technique. Who else could have inflicted this icy aura on the wound if not you?"
The argument between the two was observed by Steward Liu, who remained silent and quietly took a few steps back, appearing unwilling to get involved in the dispute.
Fatty Duan snorted coldly, pushed the man surnamed Liu aside, and after carefully examining the corpse, his expression changed instantly. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his eyes darted around.
"I'm not the only one in the Stone House District who knows ice swordsmanship."
"You mean that spirit slave? Ha—"
Although the two sides had a prior feud, and Wang Yu was also one of Steward Duan's men and had learned ice sword techniques, Steward Liu did not believe this explanation.
The last time I saw him, Wang Yu's ice sword technique was not yet fully mastered. The ice sword he condensed was thick and large, and the resulting wound was not very smooth.
These three corpses today must have been mastered to perfection in the Ice Sword Technique to have such small wounds from sharp blades piercing the body. Only Fatty Duan could have such devastating power.
A mere spirit slave, only at the second level of Qi Refining, still has to painstakingly condense spirit sand; it's impossible for him to possess such magical skills.
"You won't admit it, huh? Then come with me and we'll arrest that kid and interrogate him."
Upon hearing this...
Manager Duan was speechless for a moment. He had been so focused on clearing himself of suspicion that he had forgotten the task assigned by Master Su. He wanted to win over his subordinates, and Wang Yu was the best example of that.
Now, entangled in trouble again, it's truly difficult to make a decision.
Moreover, in his eyes, it was Wang Yu who did this, and there was no other possibility.
He hardened his heart; he couldn't take the blame.
"Then let's capture him and confront him. Who's afraid of who!"
“He’s your man, so of course you’re not afraid of a confrontation.”
Manager Liu sneered repeatedly, ordered his men to take the corpse, and led the way to stone house number eighty-three where Wang Yu was. They arrived at the door in no time.
With his sharp eyes, he immediately noticed the iron gate showing signs of damage, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Could it be... that Fatty Duan has already prepared a countermeasure? Is he deliberately trying to suppress my prestige?"
Not only did Manager Liu think this way, but the third manager surnamed Liu, who had been observing from the sidelines, also felt the same way.
"Wang Yu, get out here."
Fatty Duan didn't care about any of that. After shouting, Wang Yu cautiously moved out, but before the three of them could speak, his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.
“I killed the person, and I will accept any punishment from you officials.”
Manager Liu's heart tightened; as expected!
Although I don't have a good impression of Wang Yu, this beast surnamed Duan is so despicable that he would do anything to damage his prestige.
Therefore, he was even less likely to let him succeed. After thinking for a moment, he spoke.
"Wang Yu, is that it? Are you aware of the punishment for killing a spirit slave and damaging the property of Cold Blood Peak?"
Wang Yu glanced at Steward Duan deliberately, then shook his head and remained silent.
Don't you know?
Manager Liu became even more confident and explained coldly.
"The Reverse Spirit Blood Sect has nine cruel tortures: slow slicing, bronze bull, oil cauldron, insect bites, five senses torture, sky lantern torture, soul extraction torture, roasting torture, and sun-top torture."
"If you confess your sins, you will at least suffer three punishments: being deep-fried in oil, then, after being miraculously healed, being steamed in a bronze ox, and finally having your soul extracted and refined to become a ghost slave of the Seventh Peak, forever a slave and servant, with no chance of reincarnation!"
Wang Yu was indeed hearing about the criminal regulations for the first time. Without needing to pretend, he naturally displayed a shocked and incredulous expression, staring blankly at Steward Duan.
It was as if they were waiting for his explanation.
Fatty Duan wasn't particularly shrewd, but he wasn't stupid either. He immediately realized Wang Yu's plan and couldn't help but speak up.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't make baseless accusations. Who knows what trouble might come from your words..."
"Manager Duan has quite the airs of an official!"
Manager Liu interrupted him, revealing his aura as someone who had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.
"You dare to spout nonsense in front of us, the stewards, and threaten the spirit slaves to confess your crimes? You are utterly lawless!"
"no---"
Fatty Duan was on the verge of tears, feeling incredibly wronged.
His shifty gaze suddenly caught sight of the broken iron fence of stone house number eighty-three, and as if he had discovered a loophole, he spoke in a shrill voice.
"This fence must have been left by Wang Yu sneaking in and out at night. He definitely killed those three people!"
Manager Liu's eyes grew even colder.
"You mean the law enforcement disciples on night watch are neglecting their duties and can't even keep an eye on a mere spirit slave? Do you believe that?"
The law enforcement officers lined up around them were unwilling to take the blame.
“We are all at least at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, and our spiritual senses can be projected outside our bodies. I can guarantee that Spirit Slave King Yu was in the stone house all night.”
See, this is the inevitable trend. Nobody wants to take the blame; they just need to cooperate with Manager Liu.
Just then, the disciple who had discovered the body stepped forward and spoke.
“This was my fault. When the food was being served this morning, the spirit slave was fast asleep in bed. Seeing that he wasn’t working hard to condense spirit sand, I kicked a corner of the fence. That damage was my doing.”
Steward Duan: "………Huh?"
How many spirit stones did they give you to be so cooperative?
In his eyes, this was a frame-up, a targeted attack by Wang Yu in collusion with Manager Liu, and a betrayal!
Right now, he can't do anything to Wang Yu. If Su Zhenchuan were to say just one word, he could forget about ever advancing to the outer sect and becoming a formal disciple of the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect.
"Heh~"
Birds of a feather flock together.
"Wang Yu, don't forget what you got from Su Zhenchuan. What did that Liu guy give you that made you willing to help him scheme against me!"
Manager Liu's eyes widened.
"Still daring to make false accusations? Men, seize this fat man!"
Just as they were about to order someone to escort Steward Duan to the Cold Blood Peak Enforcement Hall, an enforcement disciple hurriedly came over, handed a cloth bag to Steward Liu, and whispered something in his ear.
Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he was stunned, and his hand holding the cloth bag trembled uncontrollably.
It contained nothing but spiritual sand.
The spirit slaves in Shiwu District hand over one tael of spirit sand each month, and everyone knows perfectly well who gets the extra.
Now that things have blown up and so many disciples from the Enforcement Hall have arrived, it's too late to silence them.
(End of this chapter)
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