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Wen Zheng stood there stunned, looking at Mu Qing with a puzzled expression: "What you said today is so strange."
It gives me goosebumps.
Mu Qing's expression dimmed for a moment, then returned to normal. "Really? I just don't want to have to collect my junior sister's corpse right after I just helped my master take on a disciple."
After saying that, he said in a deep voice, "Take me with you tonight."
After his master passed away, Wen Zheng became his only solace, and he would protect her no matter what.
Wen Zheng instinctively wanted to refuse, but swallowed the words back. Even if she could fight alone, she might not be able to escape. With Mu Qing's help, she would have a better chance of survival.
“I can take you, but don’t make a move yet. Wait for me to call you before you act,” Wen Zheng said.
In this situation, saving even one person is a good thing.
"Okay." Mu Qing agreed readily, without the slightest reluctance.
Wen Zheng glanced at him suspiciously a couple more times, but after failing to discern any thoughts from his unchanging, indifferent face, she gave up.
The two remained silent the whole way, sitting quietly under the shade of the trees, waiting for the young master of the Thousand Saints Palace to come out.
At the banquet.
Most of the major sects had left, leaving only a few smaller sects who dared not offend the young palace master, so they forced a smile and flattered Shan Wuxiu.
"The young palace master is truly a promising young man."
"Yes, yes, in the entire cultivation world, I have never seen a genius like the young palace master."
"A once-in-a-century event, no, a once-in-ten-thousand-years event."
"..."
After showering them with compliments, Shan Wuxiu held his wine glass and chuckled as he looked at the flatterers, his eyes filled with disdain.
He has heard these words countless times. Don't these people get tired of saying them over and over again?
He was utterly fed up with it.
"Alright, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Enjoy yourselves." Shan Wuxiu casually tossed down his wine glass, the crisp sound sobering everyone up considerably.
The shattered wine glass was like a slap across the face of this group of people, wiping away the last trace of smiles from their faces.
A bunch of unfriendly eyes were staring at him, which Shan Wuxiu could certainly sense, but he didn't care about the likes or dislikes of these people.
They're all just a bunch of ants.
The only thing bothering him was Wen Zheng, whom he hadn't found yet. Tonight, he'd have to have someone light some Jiaowu incense so he could get a good night's sleep.
As Shan Wuxiu pondered this, he walked toward his cave dwelling.
Only after his figure disappeared at the end of the path did Wen Zheng emerge from behind the tree, her gaze fixed intently on his departing back.
"Now is not a good time to take action," Mu Qing reminded him.
Wen Zheng nodded: "I know, let's find a quiet place to make our move."
Mu Qing nodded, the two exchanged a glance, and quietly followed behind Shan Wuxiu.
On Baiku Peak.
Feng Gui changed into a dark-colored outfit, removed all her jewelry, and covered her face completely with a face mask.
"That's enough. No matter how well you hide it, everyone will know it's you." Yunhe lay on the couch, munching on the spiritual fruit on the table.
That's the good thing about coming to Thousand Saints Palace. Spiritual fruits are available all year round. Spiritual fruits that countless sects outside cannot obtain have become ordinary fruits in Thousand Saints Palace.
Feng Gui ignored the person lying down eating and carefully covered herself with a face towel: "If I'm catching a thief red-handed, as long as my face isn't seen, what can they do to me?"
Currently, her strength ranks among the top three in the Thousand Saints Palace. However, Shan Fengyu has encountered some setbacks in his training over the years and cannot act freely. She doesn't take the others seriously at all.
"Good, good, good, I love your domineering personality, I applaud you." Yunhe said, still lying motionless on the couch.
Feng Gui had worked with him many times and knew his dog-like nature well, so she rolled her eyes.
Just as she turned to get the long sword from the weapon rack, there was a knock at the door.
"Master, Shumo has something to report."
A tall woman pushed open the door and entered. She was not old, and her eyes were lifeless, showing no sign of vitality.
"They're here." Feng Gui didn't stop drawing her knife. "Speak, what major event has occurred this time?"
After Shu Mo lost her spiritual root, she appeared to be in seclusion, but in reality, she did a lot of things for her in private. To ensure their safety, the two rarely saw each other on weekdays.
The fact that Shumo took the initiative to come to my door this time must mean that something very important has happened.
"Li Ruyue is dead."
"Also, I heard Wen Zheng is back."
The two messages made Feng Gui pause in her actions, her face showing surprise and doubt: "Are the messages genuine?"
Shu Mo handed her the information she had obtained, "When Li Ruyue went to the demon race to retrieve the secret treasure, the demon race was thrown into chaos, and she unexpectedly perished. As for the matter that followed, I heard about it from Wu Yan."
In other words, the information may not be accurate.
"It's such a pity that Li Ruyue is dead," Feng Gui said regretfully, with a hint of relief in her voice.
Li Ruyue's current strength is entirely due to external forces; none of the spiritual roots and special bone structures that she has fused with are her own.
He was very loyal, otherwise how could he have been "cleansed" so many times by Shan Fengyu?
"But Wen Zheng is dead, isn't she?" Feng Gui asked. Everyone witnessed Wen Zheng's death; she was definitely dead.
How can someone who has already died come back to life?
Feng Gui suspected that someone was impersonating Wen Zheng to cause trouble at Qian Sheng Palace. "Investigate Wen Zheng's matter first. If it's true, kill her directly."
Impersonating a dead person is truly despicable!
"Yes." Shumo said, then turned and left.
Holding the knife, Feng Gui felt a surge of murderous intent. "Tonight, Shan Wuxiu will die."
Her calm tone, coupled with the gleaming knife in her hand, forced Yunhe to sit up and ask, "Are you really sure? You want to kill Shan Wuxiu tonight?"
Killing Shan Wuxiu would inevitably alert Shan Fengyu, and without a complete way to escape, he did not recommend that Feng Gui do so.
“Tonight is the perfect time.” Feng Gui opened the door. “That idiot Shan Wuxiu offended a lot of people tonight, so it’s normal for him to get into trouble.”
Moreover, when she attacked Shan Fengyu last time, she vaguely sensed some kind of contractual connection between Shan Fengyu and Shan Wuxiu. She wanted to try killing Shan Wuxiu to see if she could severely injure Shan Fengyu.
Yunhe shook his head and sighed helplessly: "You don't want me to cover for you again, do you?"
"You've become smarter."
The sound vanished into thin air, leaving Yunhe standing there, muttering to himself, "You'll ruin my reputation sooner or later."
On a secluded path.
The drinks Shan Wuxiu had consumed had taken effect; he now felt dizzy and his steps were light and unsteady, as if he were walking on a thick mattress.
The road ahead kept changing before him, and he lost his bearings for a moment, almost falling into the roadside bushes.
"Wu Yan, come pick me up." Shan Wuxiu leaned against a rock and took out a communication jade slip to call for help.
Since Wen Zheng's death, and after his father replaced his bones with sword bones, his temper has become increasingly volatile. He used to have a few friends he could talk to, but after the bone replacement, all his friends were afraid of him and chose to stay away.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that his father's sudden kindness had a different meaning, which he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Feeling dizzy and disoriented, Shan Wuxiu didn't want to think too much and lay down on the rock to go to sleep.
When Wen Zheng and Mu Qing caught up, all they saw was a person lying dead on a rock.
"Should we make a move?" Wen Zheng hesitated for a moment, holding a short knife in her hand.
If the other party were awake now, Wen Zheng could act without hesitation, but the other party is currently unconscious and powerless, like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board. Wouldn't it be a bit too much to act now?
Mu Qing was also stunned, and looked at Wen Zheng to ask, "If you are not willing to take action, we will leave now."
If we keep dragging this out, we'll easily get caught.
Wen Zheng raised and lowered the dagger in her hand, hesitated for a long time, and then sighed, "Never mind, I have a second plan."
If it doesn't work out, just get a different one.
Having decided to change the plan, Wen Zheng removed the veil from her face, revealing her beautiful features.
The effects of the medicine that had caused her rash had worn off, and her face had returned to normal. Under the moonlight, half of her face was covered with the shadow of trees.
When Shan Wuxiu woke up in a daze, he saw Wen Zheng standing in front of him with half her face missing. Her expressionless face reminded him of something unpleasant.
"Ah!! A ghost!!!"
Dan Wuxiu was so frightened that he took two steps back, his once arrogant face now filled with terror, and he waved his hands wildly in front of him.
"Don't come any closer! It wasn't me who caused this!"
"It was Father, yes, it was Father who insisted on taking your sword bone, which led to people framing you."
"I didn't kill you, I didn't!!"
He screamed and slammed his head against a rock, losing consciousness completely. Before falling asleep, he noticed that Wen Zheng's face seemed to have darkened considerably.
After he passed out, silence returned to the surroundings, broken only by the chirping of birds deep in the woods.
After a long silence, Mu Qing finally asked, "Are you... alright?"
He heard Shan Wuxiu shouting clearly and vaguely learned some things, including the sword bone that Wen Zheng had lost.
"Great, absolutely wonderful," Wen Zheng said, almost laughing.
She has been searching for the truth all along, firstly to find out who she is, and secondly for revenge.
She never expected to find out everything tonight. Although she had suspected it before, she had never been sure, but now she was certain.
"Forget about the second option, just make him return the sword bone."
Wen Zheng's face was serene, but the hilt of the short knife in her hand was almost broken off.
Mu Qing sighed and took the short knife from her hand: "Let me do it. You don't know the location of the sword bone."
He reached out and tried to pull the short knife but couldn't budge it. Wen Zheng's smile remained unchanged, but upon closer inspection, it carried a hint of madness.
Mu Qing silently released her grip and took a step back: "Do you need me to point out the location?"
Wen Zheng nodded, brandishing the short knife in her hand behind Shan Wuxiu's back, as if she was thinking about how to kill this unconscious fish.
She was determined to kill this fish today.
After receiving guidance from Mu Qing, Wen Zheng picked up the short knife and prepared to make her move. As the blade cut through her clothes, a gust of sword energy struck.
Wen Zheng subconsciously put a protective talisman on herself, while Mu Qing quickly pulled her hand and hid to the side.
"Who?" Mu Qing whispered.
A person dressed in black, whose face was completely covered by a black mask, appeared before the two.
“You guys are pretty bold to attack their young master in the Thousand Saints Palace.”
The man in black stared at the two who were about to attack, his gaze sweeping over them before settling on Wen Zheng, his pupils dilating.
"Who are you?"
The man in black pointed his knife at Wen Zheng, and his drooping eyebrows revealed that he was in a bad mood.
Mu Qing quickly shielded the person behind her, drew her sword to confront them, and said, "Before asking someone else's name, it's best to state your own name first."
Wen Zheng hid behind Mu Qing, holding the talisman in her hand and occasionally glancing at the person.
After a two-second silence, the man in black removed his mask and shouted in a deep voice, "Wen Zheng, get over here now."
The confident tone startled both of them. Wen Zheng poked her head out, pointing at herself, completely bewildered: "You called me?"
The man in black sneered, "What do you think?"
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