After the raging fire, the valley was littered with corpses.
A cold wind blew through,
ash fluttering all over the sky.
Liu Ju, the Manor Master of Sword Casting Manor, looked pale and anxious, taking small steps behind an elder of the Qian Family, speaking softly:
"Senior, as soon as we discovered the fire here, we rushed over imdiately. By the ti we put out the fire, this was the situation we encountered."
"We truly have no idea who did this!"
He silently lanted in his heart.
Who would have thought that sitting at ho could bring disaster from the sky, that putting out a wildfire in one’s own backyard could cause such big trouble?
However...
Was there truly an inheritance of a Master hidden here before?
Why wasn’t it discovered earlier by the manor with so many people? If my family had obtained the inheritance and mastered it, we wouldn’t be so humble now.
"Fusong..." The elder lowered his head, looking at the skeletal remains on the ground, anger burning in his eyes:
"Who could have done this?"
"Second Elder." A person approached from a short distance, offering a salute, and said:
"According to Chief Duan, the killer was a master skilled in the Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts, and raised more than one Fierce Ghost. His martial arts cultivation base was at least at the Great Perfection stage."
"Very likely..."
"He was a Flawless Martial Artist!"
"Hmph!" The elder snorted coldly:
"Although Fusong was sowhat arrogant, his strength was not inferior to ordinary Flawless Martial Artists. Who else besides a Flawless Martial Artist could kill him?"
"Raising Fierce Ghosts..."
"Who in the city is known for raising ghosts?"
"I know soone with strong suspicions." Chief Duan stepped forward:
"Ghost Daoist!"
"Although he is a Mage, he has transford his body into sothing akin to a zombie, with a martial arts cultivation base that is not weak either."
"Moreover, he has a good relationship with the Chen Family and might have helped Chen Jiuniang escape."
"Perhaps..."
"Related to this."
Regarding this, even as the Chief of Police, he couldn’t guarantee, but among all the experts in Zhaonan Prefecture in his mind, only this one fit the requirent.
"Ghost Daoist?" The elder squinted:
"Bring him to see , no matter what. I’ll go find him myself!"
Qian Fusong was the Qilin Child of the Qian Family, able to contend with Flawless Martial Artists at a young age. Once he progressed to a Flawless stage, he could go back to the sect to cultivate in retreat.
Perhaps,
He could beco a Martial Arts Grandmaster!
If he succeeds, it would establish a three-hundred-year legacy for the Qian Family.
For this hope, the Qian Family invested countless resources in Qian Fusong, almost hiring every kind of Spiritual dicine and famous teacher.
Seeing so achievent...
Now,
Everything had turned to nothingness!
How could there not be anger and hatred in his heart?
......
The cold wind howled.
Fang Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking far into the distance. After a mont, he pointed to a place below:
"There, where Yin and Yang intersect, the Qi veins are still good. The key is it’s remote enough, and the terrain won’t change for hundreds of years, bury it there."
"Alright."
Chen Jiuniang nodded, taking an urn of ashes and walking over.
The ashes belonged to Uncle Zheng.
Although he betrayed the Chen Family, after many years of being together and his affection for Jiuniang’s mother, she couldn’t bear to abandon him in the wilderness.
She still planned to find a place to settle him.
"Young Master."
Xiang Xiu lay on the ground, eyes vacant as he murmured towards the sky:
"Please help choose a better burial place."
"..." Fang Zheng opened his mouth, then slowly nodded:
"Alright!"
To stall Qian Fusong, Xiang Xiu took a sword and a palm from the enemy, the Sword Qi containing Evil Qi. The Evil Qi had now penetrated his heart and lungs, and not even an Immortal could save him.
"Crane Cry Nine Heavens..."
"Rest assured." Fang Zheng nodded:
"Once Yuan Zhongdao cultivates True Qi, I’ll teach him the Crane Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill. If his talent is good enough, Fang Mou will provide another opportunity."
It’s not that he was unwilling to give it in advance, but if one’s cultivation was too low, obtaining such a cultivation technique would be like giving a child gold in a chaotic place, only inviting trouble for oneself.
"Thank you!" Xiang Xiu’s eyes brightened, with a flash of spirit he sat up, adjusted his clothes, and bowed to Fang Zheng:
"Thank you for your trouble, Young Master, now Xiang Mou departs."
With that, he lowered his head, his breath ceasing.
Fang Zheng turned around, his gaze distant, then let out a light sigh, his eyes reflecting Spiritual Light as he looked around, the mountains and water veins instantly coming into view.
Qi Observation Technique!
Most cultivators know the art of Qi Observation, but it’s usually limited to reading faces and observing Primordial Energy, becoming ineffective with slight concealnt.
The Qi Observation Technique he used, however, could observe the energy of mountains and rivers, discern the displacent of stars, an absolute skill of the Encounter Immortal Sect.
Of course.
Currently, Fang Zheng was only using the Celestial Secret Compass to perform the Qi Observation Technique, not possessing such ability himself, but the outco remained the sa.
The Celestial Secret Compass of Master Jiuyuan was considered a wondrous artifact.
At least,
In terms of Qi Observation and Divination, it is outstanding.
As long as Fang Zheng’s mind moved, the Celestial Secret Compass would operate on its own; whether observing Feng Shui or calculating fate, it could act on his behalf.
It only required a little mana.
Even those attempting to predict matters related to him would be misled, unconsciously shifting their target.
Just like the soon-to-be unlucky Ghost Daoist.
A mont later.
Fang Zheng selected a spot and leapt over with Xiang Xiu’s corpse.
Chopping wood and digging.
In no ti,
an unnad grave appeared in the forest.
This place with a mountain in front, water behind, and smooth surroundings, whether building a house for the living or erecting a tomb for the dead, was considered superior in Feng Shui.
Moreover, it was remote enough.
"Young Master Fang."
Chen Jiuniang, having changed clothes and dressed as a village girl, packed her belongings, tied them to herself, and cupped her hands in a salute to Fang Zheng:
"Thank you for your help. There’s nothing more to say, but we’re likely not to et again in this lifeti."
She sighed softly, with countless emotions in her heart, all finally turning into farewell:
"Take care!"
"Take care!"
Fang Zheng returned the salute, watching as she departed until her figure disappeared from sight.
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