As directed by Wen Ping, Yun Jing and the others focused their gaze on the dirt grave.
Then, Pan Su and Ge Jiao exchanged a look, a faint uncertain smile playing on their lips, as they walked towards the tomb in unison.
Making it up?
They were curious to see how Wen Ping would fabricate the situation.
Seeing the two leading people away, Wen Ping stood under the city tower, completely still — because he was too lazy to go over.
Real or fake, as soone of the Upper Realm of Mountain Suppression, there was no way he couldn’t discern it.
"Yun Jing."
Just as Yun Jing was about to discuss with Wen Ping, Pan Su’s call reached her.
Yun Jing took a deep look at Wen Ping, and after seeing his calm expression and his undeniable gaze, a touch of doubt crossed her mind.
Could it really be true?
Carrying this suspicion, Yun Jing also headed towards the tomb.
The first tomb was just a few hundred steps from the city gate, and they quickly reached it following the road out of the city.
The three of them simultaneously glanced at Wen Ping under the city tower, then fixed their gaze on the tombstone of the first grave.
Burial place of Lu Ming from the Hundred Sects Alliance!
Beyond that, there was no other annotation.
At first glance, it didn’t even seem like a tomb. Firstly, it was nad as a burial place, and secondly, it was very simple.
Pan Su voiced a question, looking at Yun Jing and the others, "Who is Lu Ming?"
"Lu Ming from the Hundred Sects Alliance, sounds sowhat familiar."
To this, Yun Jing simply frowned, not knowing who Lu Ming exactly was.
Seeing Yun Jing also uninford, Pan Su couldn’t help but laugh, "Haha, really pulling it out of thin air. A grave of Lu Ming, forcefully made to be claid as Situ Xiuneng’s. Wen Ping is truly boring, we three ca all the way here to show him respect, but he outright rejected us."
"Wait a minute!"
At this point, Ge Jiao spoke up.
Ge Jiao’s brows were tightly knitted, seemingly trying hard to recall sothing, a mysterious statent lingering on his barely open lips.
"What’s this about?"
"Did sothing co to mind?"
Under the inquiries from Yun Jing and the others, Ge Jiao’s reluctant lips finally settled.
Ge Jiao began to recount, "Do you rember, under Situ Xiuneng, there was soone nad Lu Ming. It’s said that as long as Situ Xiuneng left Thousand chanism Lake, he would definitely take him along. He was Situ Xiuneng’s right-hand man."
Pan Su responded, "Over the years, the Silver Level Chief hasn’t appeared before us, so I truly wasn’t aware."
"I have so impression, but not very profound," Yun Jing nodded.
Ge Jiao continued, "I know because I once saw this information, but it was a matter from ten years ago. Ten years ago, he was just in the Lower Realm of Mountain Suppression."
"How did he beco Situ Xiuneng’s right-hand man?" Pan Su was puzzled.
Soone in the Lower Realm of Mountain Suppression, at the level of a Silver Level Chief, could only serve as an attendant.
Yun Jing echoed, "Perhaps he had special talents."
Pan Su, too lazy to ponder over it, given that Lu Ming was Situ Xiuneng’s man, was now more curious whether the tomb contained Lu Ming himself, "Is it really him in this tomb?"
"Using perception can reveal the truth. When a strong man of the Mountain Suppression Realm dies, he wouldn’t imdiately turn into a naless pile of bones." Saying this, Ge Jiao’s perception imdiately infiltrated into the tomb.
A few breaths later, the information began pouring back.
Ge Jiao’s expression turned complex.
This made Yun Jing and Pan Su extrely curious. They were about to ask when Ge Jiao spoke, "The spirit body is extraordinary, its ranking should be high, although not as high as ours, it’s not too inferior. Judging from this, his background is remarkable. Then, I felt the residual Vein Qi and the unimpeded ridians, they tell , this person should be a strongman of the Middle Realm of Mountain Suppression. However, the lack of the clothes and weapon Wen Ping ntioned makes it hard to determine his true identity."
"So is he or isn’t he?" Pan Su was sowhat anxious.
Ge Jiao shook his head, then nodded, "I don’t know, but his background is definitely uncommon."
"Since it cannot be determined, let’s go see the second grave." Yun Jing cast her gaze towards Wen Ping in the distance; despite being far, she saw the calm expression on Wen Ping’s face.
In her heart, she had already determined that this person was Lu Ming.
Wen Ping could kill the Sect Leader of the Dragon God Sect, Tuo Hai, he would never use an ordinary Middle Realm of Mountain Suppression to impersonate Lu Ming.
It’s not just sothing that can be investigated to reveal the truth.
But she trusted Wen Ping wouldn’t be so boring.
As she was lost in thought, Pan Su suddenly exclaid and ran towards the second grave, "That grave seems to have clothing."
Almost a breath later, Pan Su suddenly froze.
Looking at the clothing propped up in the air by a stick, he fell into shock.
"A Silver Level Chief’s Robe!"
Though Pan Su was not in charge of intelligence at the Freeroam Inn, and didn’t possess the knowledge like Ge Jiao to recognize Lu Ming, he could still recognize a Silver Level Chief’s Robe.
A hundred years ago, he had attended the centennial gathering.
He had seen Silver Level Chiefs!
Even though it had been so long, he rember this attire.
"What!" Upon hearing Pan Su’s words, Ge Jiao was stunned, disbelief and astonishnt written all over his face, "Pan Su, you can’t be mistaken, right? How could it be a Silver Level Chief’s Robe?"
Although Ge Jiao managed intelligence, he hadn’t paid attention to what Silver Level Chiefs wore.
Nor had he experienced the last centennial gathering.
Therefore he was reluctant to believe Pan Su’s words.
"If you don’t recognize a Silver Level Chief’s Robe, you should be able to recognize that dagger, right?" Taking a few more steps, Pan Su suddenly pointed at the dagger laid atop the tombstone, its tip already blunted and curled.
It was a very ordinary wooden-handled dagger.
Only half a foot long!
However, upon seeing it, Pan Su was astounded.
"Life-taking Black Soul!" A few steps closer, Ge Jiao identified the dagger, calling out its na.
As an elder responsible for intelligence, he was naturally very familiar with the weapons Situ Xiuneng had used.
This very ordinary wooden dagger was the weapon used by Situ Xiuneng during his youth!
In terms of materials, whether from East Lake or the surrounding large lakes, they couldn’t replicate it!
Because the Black Pool Cold Stone used to make this dagger, albeit not a rare Celestial Material or Earthly Treasure, could not be refined into a weapon by just any Vortex Divine Artisan.
"The Silver Level Chief’s Robe, the Life-taking Black Soul... both are present."
At this mont, a deep voice softly echoed.
It was Yun Jing who spoke.
As these words left her lips, everyone sank into shock.
Silver Level Chief Situ Xiuneng, was he really slain by the Immortal Sect?
He was soone none of the three of them dared confront!
Pan Su seed unwilling to accept, his perception reached beneath the grave, and with this probing, his already unpleasant expression froze utterly.
Then he uttered three surprising phrases.
"Spirit body transcendent, no less than the cultivation of an Alliance Leader."
"ridians already reached the gate of the Fourth ridian Gate, Half-Step Earth Unrestricted within reach."
"This person is indeed Situ Xiuneng!"
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