Departure

Even though Ji Fang was initially overcome with rage, suppressing all other emotions besides anger, at this moment, looking at the bloody scene in the courtyard, only shock remained in his heart.

"You... are you an immortal?"

Ji Fang looked at Chen Mu, his voice trembling slightly.

As ordinary people from the lower class, Martial Artists above the Seventh Rank were already rare and important figures, let alone Sorcerers, who were simply beings only heard of in legends!

Chen Mu's gaze swept across the entire courtyard, glancing at the low houses at the very back. Then, he casually pointed at one of them and said, "Your sister is in there, along with some others. Release them all."

As his words fell.

Chen Mu turned around indifferently and disappeared outside the courtyard.

There were still some valuables in the Black Water Gang's territory, but not many, and he wasn't very interested. Simply annihilating the Black Water Gang was considered the end of it.

He had originally considered whether to only punish the ringleaders, but upon seeing the situation, the entire Black Water Gang was a complete mess, so it was better to eradicate them all.

Stepping out of the courtyard.

Moving away from the strong smell of blood, Chen Mu took a deep breath.

He had never seen such a bloody scene in his previous life, and this was the first time he had killed someone in this world. However, he didn't tremble at all. The strength of his soul also represented the strength of his will.

"It seems I should practice my Martial Arts a bit when I have nothing else to do."

Chen Mu murmured to himself.

The only minor issue on this trip was that the journey was a bit long. His body was just that of an ordinary noble young master, and walking this distance had already made his legs a bit sore, which made him feel a bit helpless and amused. Fortunately, he could control spiritual energy to vitalize the blood vessels in his legs.

Only Third Rank Grandmaster Martial Artists could fly through the air. Similarly, Sorcerers also needed to reach the Fourth Rank, the Day Trip level, where their soul could manifest externally, before they could fly through the air.

Before the Fourth Rank, although Sorcerers could control Flying Swords with unparalleled sharpness and even possess Daoist Arts and divine abilities, just like a strong man, no matter how powerful, cannot lift himself by pulling his own hair, Sorcerers before the Fourth Rank also cannot lift themselves with the power of their soul, and thus cannot fly through the air.

The external manifestation of the soul at the Day Trip realm was a qualitative change.

However, he was still quite far from the Day Trip realm, and the hurdle of Fifth Rank Daoist Arts was still before him.

Chen Mu strode away.

He quickly disappeared into the alley.

Inside the courtyard.

Ji Fang watched Chen Mu leave, and only then did he seem to wake up from a dream. He didn't care about anything else and rushed urgently towards the direction Chen Mu had pointed, running into the low houses.

There were several women hiding in the inner rooms of the low houses, trembling. Hearing the commotion outside, they didn't dare to make any sound. Ji Fang's intrusion startled them even more.

One of them was Ji Fang's sister.

After the initial shock, seeing that it was Ji Fang who had burst in, Ji Lan first gasped violently a few times, then said nervously, "Xiao... Xiao Fang? Why are you here? How did you get here? Hurry and leave, I'm fine here, don't let anyone find you."

She subconsciously thought that Ji Fang had sneaked in.

Ji Fang quickly stepped forward. After explaining everything, the other women, including Ji Lan, were all astonished and looked at each other with some disbelief.

It wasn't until Ji Lan mustered up her courage and cautiously followed Ji Fang to the doorway, glancing outside, and saw the corpses scattered everywhere outside the door, that her face suddenly turned pale.

A wave of nausea surged in his stomach, and he couldn't help but vomit.

Seeing this, some other women also cautiously approached. After seeing the scene outside, their faces turned pale with fright, and their breathing became rapid.

But after fully recovering, everyone showed expressions of joy. Several people looked at Zhang Hai's corpse, revealing the pleasure of having their revenge.

Ji Lan leaned against the doorframe, barely standing up. She looked at the courtyard again and asked Ji Fang, "Xiao Fang, where, where is that Benefactor?"

"He's already gone."

Ji Fang shook his head.

Ji Lan let out an 'ah' and glanced into the distance, saying gratefully, "I didn't even get a chance to thank him in person. That Benefactor must be like a celestial being..."

"He is indeed an immortal..."

Ji Fang recalled the scene just now, still unable to hide the shock in his heart. But looking at the corpses everywhere, he gradually felt a chill down his spine and said, "Sister, let's leave here quickly."

"Yes."

Ji Lan also felt a surge in her stomach at the sight of the blood everywhere.

The other women also fled outside, except for one who, with a face full of hatred, walked up to Zhang Hai's corpse, picked up a firewood knife, and under the somewhat frozen gazes of Ji Fang and Ji Lan, fiercely hacked at it several times, as if trying to chop off Zhang Hai's head.

But Zhang Hai was a Seventh Rank Martial Artist after all. She hacked with all her might several times, only managing to barely break the skin on Zhang Hai's corpse, while she herself was so tired she almost stumbled and fell.

"Sister, you should leave quickly."

Ji Lan looked at this scene with some fright, but still couldn't help but cautiously remind her.

The woman gasped for breath for a while before gradually recovering. She nodded at Ji Lan, and then the few of them left the courtyard together, leaving only the corpses everywhere.

The strong smell of blood gradually spread along the alley.

Soon.

The corpses in the courtyard were discovered.

Someone looked from afar, terrified, not daring to approach, and quietly left.

Until the next morning.

Finally, people wearing armor and leading a squad of guards appeared outside the courtyard. The leader was a Deputy Commander from the Eastern Division of the Five Cities Garrison, and also the person who usually received the most money from the Black Water Gang.

Hearing that the Black Water Gang had been wiped out overnight, he was also shocked. So he climbed out of his concubine's bed early in the morning, didn't bother to tidy up, and rushed over with his men.

Although the mere Black Water Gang was nothing, the gang leader Zhang Hai was at least a Seventh Rank Martial Artist. For the entire gang to be silently wiped out without causing any disturbance was naturally somewhat frightening.

He was already a bit scared.

Upon investigation, it became even more terrifying.

Almost all the corpses had their foreheads pierced. This kind of mark was either left by sword energy or by a Sorcerer's Flying Sword technique!

Upon closer examination, it could be completely determined that the wounds were not caused by invisible sword energy, but by being pierced by a physical sword blade.

Without a doubt.

This was a Sorcerer's Flying Sword!

"A Sorcerer... why would they attack the Black Water Gang..."

The Deputy Commander was filled with fear.

As a Deputy Commander, he was a Sixth Rank Martial Artist. He wasn't particularly afraid of a Seventh Rank Sorcerer themselves, but what he feared was the meaning behind the identity of a Sorcerer!

Although there were Sorcerers above the Seventh Rank in the martial world, these were almost all treated as treasures by the major sects, either kept strictly protected within the sect or surrounded by a large number of guards when they went out.

Therefore.

Any action by a Sorcerer appearing in Kyoto could almost be directly linked to the Directorate of Celestial Observation. The nature of the Directorate of Celestial Observation was almost equivalent to the Emperor's personal guards. Let alone him, even the Eastern Division's Commander would be terrified seeing the scene at the Black Water Gang!

A mere Black Water Gang, destroying ten of them wouldn't matter. What was truly frightening was if something implicated them, that would be a major issue!

"Sir, the traces in the inner courtyard, and these footprints, seem to have been left by a woman. It seems all the women the Black Water Gang usually abducted have escaped. Should we investigate..."

A guard cautiously spoke.

The Deputy Commander shook his head and said, "Don't investigate."

The actions of a Sorcerer were not something the Five Cities Garrison should inquire about. If it were a very serious situation, they might have to ask the Directorate of Celestial Observation, but a mere Black Water Gang, if it was destroyed, then it was destroyed. He was trying to distance himself from the matter as quickly as possible, how could he have the time to continue investigating and getting involved?