Chen Mo felt sothing was not quite right.
He had long heard that Prince Yu was critically ill and bedridden, yet now that they’ve co knocking at the door, there still wasn’t the slightest movent?
Moreover, as one of the few remaining royal kin, the defenses at Prince Yu Mansion were indeed too weak.
After the old steward was killed by the Princess, there wasn’t even a single significant expert remaining...
Could it be that in this grand mansion, there is only one Grandmaster at the Heavenly Human Realm level?
Seeing his tightly knit brows, Yu Hongyin approached and asked, "Mr. Chen, is there a problem?"
"Nothing..."
Chen Mo scanned the surroundings and said, "Take these people out regardless of whether they’re dead or alive; it counts as giving the sect an explanation. This secret chamber is evidence against Chu Heng and needs to be sealed imdiately."
"I’ll go and check elsewhere first."
"Alright."
Yu Hongyin nodded in agreent.
After Chen Mo left, the air in the secret chamber beca quiet.
Qiao Tong looked at his haggard junior brother with so sadness and said in a low voice, "I never expected that the Heir of Prince Yu would practice evil techniques and secretly kill so many people..."
"If it weren’t for Mr. Chen, we might never have discovered the truth, let alone rescue anyone..."
Yu Hongyin sighed, "Yes, this debt of gratitude keeps growing."
In her heart, she also understood that Chen Mo’s main purpose this ti was to deal with Chu Heng; rescuing people was only secondary.
But that was not important.
A gentleman judges deeds, not intentions. The fact remains that Chen Mo, undeterred by power, stord into the mansion and saved the lives of the Netherworld Sect disciples.
Combined with the various incidents that had happened before, Yu Hongyin’s feelings beca even more complicated.
While he usually joked and behaved absurdly, when it mattered, he was resolute and cold, repeatedly turning the tide...
The closer she got to Chen Mo, the more she realized how little she knew about him.
"The death of a direct disciple should be reported to the sect imdiately."
Qiao Tong hesitated for a mont, cautiously asking, "Holy Daughter, should we report the matter of Mr. Chen taking the Erosion Light Hourglass as well?"
This Holy Treasure is accompanied by the Yin Yang Qi and holds significant aning for the Netherworld Sect; otherwise, they wouldn’t have pursued Fu Li relentlessly for decades.
Yu Hongyin was silent for a mont upon hearing this and then shook her head, "What Erosion Light Hourglass? I didn’t see anything."
"..."
Qiao Tong showed a faint smile, understanding, "I understand."
"Yes, first take the people out, then notify other sects to co and identify the bodies."
"Understood."
...
...
Chen Mo left the study and headed deeper into the mansion.
The Sky Scale Guard had already controlled all the servants and family mbers, and now the entire residence was exceptionally empty, with even the sound of a pin drop audible; one could hear the scraping sound of shoe soles on the stone tiles.
He fully extended his Divine Sense, covering every inch and corner, yet found no clues.
Apart from the secret chamber in the study, the mansion was excessively clean.
"With Chu Heng’s status, killing a few sect disciples is nothing; there are a hundred ways for him to escape... so he acts fearlessly?"
Chen Mo pondered silently.
He passed through lush gardens and arrived at a secluded courtyard.
Amidst a lush bamboo grove, a narrow stone door could vaguely be seen, backed by Du Shan, its door tightly shut, seemingly insignificant.
However, the Divine Sense could not penetrate it, unable to perceive the internal situation.
Chen Mo approached and pulled on the tal door ring; the stone was unmoving, as if it weighed ten thousand pounds.
"Demon-breaking Stone?"
His internal Qi Blood Power surged, accompanied by strange sounds, forcibly prying open a gap.
Yet the resistance grew stronger, as if soone behind the door was wrestling with him.
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow but didn’t hesitate at all, directly detonating his acupoint, and his arm instantly thickened.
A surging force flowed from the Labor Palace Acupoint, the gap widened inch by inch, and when it reached a certain limit, a red light flashed swiftly, the resistance vanished, and the stone door opened with a thunderous sound!
A deep passageway revealed itself.
Chen Mo’s eyes brimd with a purple-golden glow, stepping into it.
After another dozen steps, he encountered three forks in the road.
Aside from the leftmost one, the other two passages were completely blocked by rubble, as if they had collapsed, and here, his Divine Sense was suppressed, unable to discern what lay beyond despite pushing Soul Power to the utmost.
He walked along the left path into the interior, and before long, another door appeared.
The rusty iron door was ajar, a twisted door lock lay on the ground, seemingly forcefully shattered.
Chen Mo pushed the door open and entered.
A pitch-black darkness greeted the eye, with not a thing visible, yet the Golden Eyes of Truth were unaffected, still able to see the room’s interior clearly.
Rather than a room, it seed more like a cave with four walls of blue stone, devoid of anything but a bed, the air filled with a musty, decaying sll.
He approached the bed and lifted the curtain.
The bed was empty, only a few wrist-thick chains remained, with dark red marks left by long friction on the shackles.
Judging by the four-clawed python pattern embroidered on the bedding, the person living here was likely Prince Yu.
"A dignified Prince, nursing his illness in such a place?"
"And what kind of illness requires being chained up?"
Chen Mo furrowed his brows even tighter.
Reaching under the bedding, he could still feel a faint warmth, indicating the person had just left recently, definitely not exceeding the ti it takes for tea to steep!
"Prince Yu was restrained by chains, the lock was broken from the outside, suggesting he didn’t leave on his own..."
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