Three Young Masters of the Wu Family

Heaven Dou City, Wu Family.

After returning to the family, Wu Qinan immediately questioned the family steward.

"Has anyone in the family run away from home or gone missing in recent years?"

With court affairs keeping him busy, although Wu Qinan was the head of the family, he had hardly ever involved himself in family matters.

Today, when he saw Wu Qi, he had felt that the other party looked somewhat familiar, yet he was certain he had never seen him within the family.

The steward, Wu Zhongzhi, immediately retrieved the records and replied, "Family Head, when disciples go out to train, how could there be no disappearances?"

"Over the past ten years, roughly a dozen disciples have gone missing."

Anyone with eyes could tell that the people on that missing list had most likely already perished.

"Only this many?" Wu Qinan asked.

He recognized everyone on the list, and Wu Qi was clearly not among them.

As for Wu Qi, he had always been a fringe member of the family. No one cared whether he lived or died.

Yet as long as he was alive, he could collect a portion of resources from the family every month.

From childhood to adulthood, those resources had never made it into Wu Qi's hands. Even though he had been missing for six years, his share had continued to be issued as usual. As for whose pockets it had gone into, no one knew.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Wu Qinan nodded thoughtfully and did not ask further.

However, he never truly put the matter aside. He decided to arrange for someone to probe into it.

Inside the teahouse, Qian Gu Changkong eagerly analyzed Xue Qinghe's speculation.

"Brother Wu, there's obviously something fishy going on here. Look—"

Wu Qi smiled helplessly and pressed a hand down, signaling him to stop. "Why are you always thinking in terms of conspiracies? Would a real conspiracy let you discover it? Taking ten thousand steps back, is a conspiracy still a conspiracy once it's been discovered?"

"Stop dwelling on these pointless things all day. Read more books. Don't let someone trick you without even realizing it. If this really has something to do with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, at most they're serving as bait to cover for certain people behind the scenes."

Qian Gu Changkong blinked. After thinking it over, he found the words reasonable. "For someone to make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect willingly provide cover, they must have quite the background. We probably can't afford to offend them, can we?"

Wu Qi rubbed his forehead. "I tell you to read more, but you insist on riding pigs. Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

After receiving a negative answer, he said irritably, "Since it has nothing to do with you, why are you getting involved?"

"Even if it's an arrangement from the Crown Prince, can't we just show up without putting in any real effort? A gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall. Understand?"

"That makes sense!" Qian Gu Changkong said thoughtfully.

Wu Qi said no more.

He had no intention of truly investigating the matter on this trip to Suotuo City.

Within Heaven Dou City, he needed to keep a sufficiently low profile. He absolutely could not go to a place as mixed and chaotic as the Great Soul Arena.

But once they arrived in Suotuo City, things would be different. It was merely a grain-producing region, and few major powers would station personnel there for long.

The Suotuo City Great Soul Arena would be the best place for them to train, and they would be less likely to draw the attention of the major powers.

One had to know that when they set out, the Worship Hall had given them a training objective—the Great Soul Arena's Gold Spirit Badge.

Actual combat had always been the fastest and most effective way to improve one's strength. Wu Qi's performance during his training in Death Grand Canyon had been outstanding, but that did not mean he intended to stop advancing because of it!

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Upon learning that Ning Rongrong had ridden a horse through the busy streets, Ning Fengzhi was exceptionally furious.

With the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's capabilities, even if Ning Rongrong had killed someone in the street, they could have settled it. But that was not what Ning Fengzhi wanted.

As the future successor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a willful and violent temperament would not allow her to lead the sect farther into the future.

One must not forget that Ning Rongrong herself was only a Support-Type Spirit Master.

There was no such thing as a thief who stole for a thousand days but guards who stayed vigilant for a thousand days.

Ning Fengzhi did not wish to see her make enemies everywhere for the sect and leave the entire family living in constant fear.

A long vine lashed across Ning Rongrong's palm, splitting the skin and leaving behind a bloody welt!

"Rongrong, how many times have I told you not to cause trouble in the city? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is now the wealthiest sect on the continent. Do you know how many eyes are watching us?"

"Those people aren't merely waiting to laugh at us. They want our lives too! Handing them leverage against us—are you unhappy unless you die sooner?"

Ning Fengzhi's words were not alarmist.

The continent had been peaceful for more than a decade, but undercurrents had been surging in secret.

Under Bibi Dong's leadership, Spirit Hall had grown increasingly overbearing in its actions.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's future situation was grim. Ning Rongrong's actions today could very well become the fuse that led to the sect's future calamity.

After all, no one could guarantee that among those Ning Rongrong had injured, there would not one day emerge someone capable of stirring up the world.

Ning Rongrong's face was full of grievance.

She had clearly been swindled by the merchant when she bought that horse, then someone had dragged her off it, scraping open her knee.

For her, this day had been utterly miserable.

Beside them, Sword Bone Douluo hurriedly tried to dissuade him. "Fengzhi, Rongrong didn't do it on purpose. We'll give the injured party generous compensation when the time comes, and this matter will pass."

Ning Fengzhi looked helpless. "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, you've spoiled Rongrong rotten."

With no one to whom she could voice her grievances, Ning Rongrong became even more determined to escape the sect.

After leaving the teahouse, a group of people blocked Wu Qi's path.

Wu Qi recognized the three men at the front. They were the Wu Family's three direct descendants, known as the Three Young Masters of the Wu Family—Wu Hao, Wu Shu, and Wu Qin.

Wu Qi's expression was cold as he said indifferently, "Three Young Masters of the Wu Family, what do you want?"

The eldest of the three, Wu Hao, held his head high with an overbearing look. "Since you know who we are, didn't you know to come pay your respects when you arrived in Heaven Dou City?"

Wu Shu snorted. "Looks to me like he simply doesn't respect us three brothers. Brothers, what do you think we should do?"

The lackeys behind them immediately echoed, "Teach him a lesson!"

Wu Qi crossed his arms over his chest and watched the scene coldly.

He had expected the Wu Family to make contact with him, but he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

Still, in his impression, the Three Young Masters of the Wu Family were not spoiled playboys.

As the family's direct heirs and future inheritors of its titles, Wu Qinan had been extremely strict in raising them.

Seven years ago, Wu Hao had injured a classmate at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Wu Qi did not know the full details, but the next day, several whip marks had appeared on Wu Hao's back.

Moreover, the three of them were putting on far too exaggerated an act. This was probably a test arranged by Wu Qinan.

"If you want a fight, we'll oblige you!"

Qian Gu Changkong did not know anything about the Wu Family. Thinking they were Ning Rongrong's lackeys who had come for revenge, he stepped forward.

This matter had started because of him. There was no reason for him to back down.

Wu Qin strode forward with exaggerated swagger. "Who the fuck are you supposed to be? Get the hell out of the way!"

A fierce glint flashed in Qian Gu Changkong's eyes as the Coiling Dragon Staff appeared in his hand.

The Three Young Masters of the Wu Family were Soul Grandmasters of around level twenty-five on average. He was more than capable of taking all three down.

Wu Qi did not allow the situation to continue escalating. He pressed down Qian Gu Changkong's arm and said flatly, "Speak. Who sent you?"

"Remember, you only have one chance to answer. Don't waste it on nonsense, or the person behind you is destined to be disappointed!"

"Besides, the Crown Prince's fury is not something the three of you can bear."