The Secret of the Pan Peach

Looking at the panicked old man before him, Li Yan could not help sighing inwardly.

The capital really was a fantastical place. It looked peaceful on the surface, yet dragons and snakes lurked beneath the abyss.

Yin Criminals brazenly lived in the Prince's Manor, a Living Underworld Messenger had fallen into destitution in the Ghost Market, and a high-ranking official of the Commandery Commandant Office had taken a Maitreya Sect disciple as his godson...

Such things were rarely seen elsewhere.

He meant no harm, but the old man reacted like a startled beast. He instantly reached into his robes and pulled out a copper tube, then shouted, "Take this!"

A Netherworld Fire Musket?

Li Yan's pupils contracted, and he was somewhat surprised.

What surprised him was not the Netherworld Fire Musket.

The weapon had been crafted with exquisite precision. Born during the chaotic final years of the Tang dynasty, it was considered a killing weapon of the Xuan Gate. Though rare, a few had still been passed down.

What surprised him was the old man's ragged robe. It looked greasy and mottled, yet it was actually a Heavenly Spiritual Treasure capable of concealing one's aura and isolating divine-art detection. That was why he had failed to smell the Netherworld Fire Musket.

Of course, the weapon could no longer pose any threat to Li Yan.

Whoosh!

Li Yan sidestepped and slipped away at incredible speed.

In the old man's eyes, Li Yan vanished into thin air.

Before he could react, his wrist went numb, and the Netherworld Fire Musket had already been snatched away.

Li Yan had not struck hard. First, he needed to question the man for information. Second, the old man clearly respected the Jianghu Rules. Before using a lethal concealed weapon, he had even shouted "Take this!" as