The Dashing Gongzi Hai

What to do with the bloodstains on the ground and the assassin's corpse is a big problem... The Corpse-Dissolving Liquid cannot dissolve the physical bodies of cultivators of the Second-Grade or above.

Moreover, the noise and commotion from the fight, as well as the assassin's dying screams, have likely already attracted the attention of other residents on the floor, and someone will probably come to inquire about the situation soon.

If the residents on the floor notice something amiss and call the police, it will be very troublesome. This time, there's no bald Foreign Monk to take the blame for him.

Speaking of the Foreign Monk, I wonder how he's doing in prison now? Or has he already been rescued?

Okay, I've gone off on a tangent.

"Shall we deal with the bloodstains and the corpse first?" Song Shuhang.

Su Clan’s Sixteen nodded and said, "The body can be moved to the secret room first. I will contact the Su Clan Main House in a while, and special personnel will come to dispose of it without leaving any trace or impact. I can deal with the bloodstains outside now."

The two men first moved the body into the secret room.

Then Sixteen took out a bottle of medicine and sprayed some onto the battle area.

Upon contact with the bloodstains, the medicinal liquid quickly neutralized them. In the blink of an eye, all the bloodstains vanished completely, and even the stench of blood in the air was eliminated, leaving only a faint medicinal fragrance.

Apart from a few knife marks left on the walls of the corridor and suite, there was nothing else unusual at the scene.

The surveillance cameras on this floor have been tampered with ever since Su Clan’s Sixteen moved in.

"Let's leave it at that for now. We'll have the professionals handle the rest." Sixteen sat limply on the sofa, motionless.

Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his phone and checked the time; it was already 1:03 PM.

He had to rush to the vehicle management office at 2 PM to clock in at the theory study area, and then he had to take Zhao Yaya to the station.

There's still an hour until I have to check in, so I have plenty of time.

Next, Song Shuhang opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

In the group chat, Northern River's Loose Cultivator left a worried message: "Shuhang, how are things? Are you two alright? I've already notified A-Qi, and he's on his way to you."

"Thank you for your concern, senior. Thanks to Master Profound Principle's flying sword, we have temporarily survived this ordeal and are now safe and sound," Song Shuhang replied.

Northern River's Loose Cultivator had been online the whole time. After seeing the message, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "You guys stay put and don't wander off. A-Qi will be here in ten minutes!"

"Okay," Song Shuhang replied.

He had just finished typing when he noticed that Su Clan’s Sixteen had quietly moved behind him and was peeking at his chat history.

"I don't want to see A-Qi," Sixteen said earnestly, his eyes wide.

Song Shuhang immediately advised, "Listen to me, don't throw a tantrum. Your injuries are so severe right now, and that goofy uncle from the Immortal Farmer Sect is planning to capture you alive. There's all sorts of trouble. It'll be safer if you reunite with A-Qi, and Senior A-Qi is very worried about you."

Sixteen frowned. If she didn't want to see A-Qi, she would have fled immediately.

However... Song Shuhang saved her several times in one day. She owed him a huge favor, so she couldn't object to his Song Shuhang.

She could only frown and sulk.

"After Senior A-Qi arrives, I need to go back to Jiangnan University Town. Don't say anything discouraging; perhaps Senior A-Qi has already found a way to treat your injuries?" Song Shuhang comforted him.

"It's not that easy," Sixteen murmured. She knew her own injuries well—she didn't have much time left to live.

Just as Song Shuhang was about to offer a few more words of comfort, his phone rang.

Upon opening the caller ID, it turned out to be a call from Zhao Yaya.

Song Shuhang cleared his throat and answered the phone, "Sis, what's up?"

"Hey, Shuhang. What's wrong with your phone? I can't get through to you." Zhao Yaya asked.

Song Shuhang honestly replied, "Ah, that's because I was in a place with no signal before, and I just came out."

"Where are you now?" Zhao Yaya asked again. "And where did you go this morning? I heard Doctor Li mention that you ran out of the hospital carrying a patient with a tire (570)? And you even took the hospital's sheets with you? Now I have to pay for the sheets for you!"

"..." Song Shuhang glanced at the bed sheet thrown on the sofa, speechless.

"What are you trying to do by taking that little girl away? She's injured!" Zhao Yaya asked in rapid succession.

Song Shuhang scratched his head, trying to figure out how to explain it to Zhao Yaya.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Song Shuhang looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing at the door. The door had been damaged and wasn't closed, but the middle-aged man still politely knocked.

"Excuse me, did something happen here just now?" the middle-aged man asked politely.

He could see that the suite was in complete disarray, as if it had been ransacked, and even the lock on the front door was broken. Coupled with the chilling screams he had heard earlier, his curiosity drove him to come and take a look.

"I'm sorry, I just had a fight with a friend and smashed some things in anger. I hope I bothered you." Su Clan’s Sixteen stood up and replied calmly.

The middle-aged man sighed inwardly. These days, young people all have explosive tempers; a single argument can turn the whole house upside down! He chuckled and offered a few words of comfort before leaving Song Shuhang and his companion alone and returning to his floor.

Su Clan’s Sixteen's voice came through the phone to Zhao Yaya's ears.

Zhao Yaya's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "Shuhang, are you still with that girl? Where are you? What have you been doing all this time?"

"Sis, this can't be explained in a short time... I'll talk to you in person later. That's all, I'm hanging up now." Song Shuhang quickly hung up the phone.

He needed to organize his thoughts so he could better handle Zhao Yaya's endless questions.

Sixteen shrank back onto the sofa, pondering the assassin's origins.

Oh right, didn't Song Shuhang say he had a way to find out the 'assassin's' identity? Sixteen's heart began to stir with anticipation...

*********************

At this time, in a high mountain forest in South China, there is an area that has not yet been explored by humans.

The Moon Saber Sect's headquarters were located here.

Ba Qianjun, the sect leader of the Moon Saber Sect, sat back in an ice chair with a frown, holding a brand-new iPhone and talking on the phone.

"What? The assassination failed? You couldn't kill Su Clan’s Sixteen? Useless!" Ba Qianjun frowned and sighed.

His breath carried a lingering, acrid smell of burning.

Moreover, he often smelled of roasted meat.

Upon closer inspection, it can be seen that Ba Qianjun's entire back is charred black, and his right hand is even more like charcoal. Moreover, golden flames are faintly burning in these charred areas. These golden flames are the Tribulation Fire after failing to transcend the Heavenly Tribulation, which is even more severe than the injuries of Su Household's Sixteen!

That's why Ba Qianjun needed to sit on that ice chair, relying on the coldness of the 'Frost Iron' of the ice chair to temporarily suppress the golden heavenly Tribulation Fire.

"Elder Gongzi Hai, the assassination attempt failed. What do we do next?" He turned his gaze to a figure beside him.

He was a young man in white robes, with a long sword at his waist, graceful and elegant, like a celestial being who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Old Gongzi Hai, the Moon Saber Sect, is incredibly powerful and has always been the sect's strategist.

"Sect Master, please rest assured." Gongzi Hai said calmly with confidence, "Even if the assassination fails, it doesn't matter... I have already made two preparations. As long as we proceed according to plan, your Heavenly Tribulation injuries will definitely heal."

Gongzi Hai smiled slightly, as if the world was under his control.

Ba Qianjun smiled obsequiously. Beside his ice throne, a seven-colored fairy fruit emitted a soft glow. Ba Qianjun's eyes were filled with hope.

Gongzi Hai turned around, a strange smile appearing in his eyes.