Werewolf Kill

"Little junior brother, you're up so early?"

Just as Chen Yuque finished packing 100 grams of Iron Horned Giant Rhinoceros Meat, her crisp voice chimed in.

"Whoa, that's a lot. Did you clean out the cafeteria's stock? That must be worth over a million!"

Zhang Fusheng said sheepishly, "Yeah, senior sister. I prefer eating Star Beast Meat, mainly because it speeds up my cultivation."

Chen Yuque didn't mind and chuckled, "Third junior sister will be furious when she finds out. She loves this stuff too."

As they chatted, a large platter of breakfast was served, and they went up to the fourth floor side-by-side.

The eldest senior brother had already emerged from his meditation room. His upper body was bare, and thick white bandages were wrapped diagonally from his left shoulder to his lower right abdomen. Bloodstains had soaked through the bandages.

Beside him was little senior sister Lin Dongxi. She had a developmental disorder, so at nineteen years old, she had the face and height of a six or seven-year-old, standing at just 1.2 meters tall.

She was currently glancing sideways at Zhang Fusheng, clearly still holding a grudge about what happened that night.

"Eldest senior brother, little senior sister," Zhang Fusheng greeted them with a smile. His gaze swept over the two of them before landing on Chen Yuque.

His smile was gentle, his eyelids slightly lowered, concealing the faint glimmer in his eyes.

It was simple logic.

Since only Master and the three senior brothers and sisters knew about the Spring Thunder Technique, and Master would naturally not go to such great lengths to kill him, it had to be one of the three senior brothers or sisters.

But who specifically?

Was it the eldest senior brother, who went to the Eighth District to investigate, 'coincidentally' encountered an explosion, and conveniently eliminated the 'mastermind'?

Or was it the second senior sister, who had an unforgettable hatred for Chen Nuanyu but acted as if she didn't care, transferring her accounts to him?

Or could it be this little brat, who was currently glaring at him with righteous indignation and whom Master had doted on the most before his arrival?

He didn't know.

But for some reason, Zhang Fusheng felt a surge of excitement, similar to the inexplicable thrill he felt yesterday when he narrowly escaped death by a bullet.

As for the task assigned by the 'mastermind' to all the senior brothers and sisters, Zhang Fusheng scoffed, believing it was a diversion.

He trusted the intuition brought by his perfected Visualization technique, believing that the 'wolf' was among his senior brothers and sisters.

At least one wolf, possibly. All three could be wolves.

"Eat breakfast," the second senior sister placed the breakfast on the low table. The four of them sat on the floor around the table.

The breakfast was quite lavish: four bowls of vegetable porridge and eight small dishes of various kinds, half meat and half vegetarian.

Chen Yuque picked up a piece of braised beef with her chopsticks and placed it in Zhang Fusheng's bowl, saying with a smile, "Master said before he left that we should take good care of little junior brother. He just joined us and has suffered a calamity. He must be shaken."

The eldest senior brother slurped his porridge and said honestly, "The first time I saw little junior brother that day, I thought he was a simpleton like I was, sitting stubbornly in the front row. I didn't expect him to be so exceptionally talented. Even a monster like third junior sister seems a bit lacking in comparison."

The little brat rolled her eyes, "We're eating, don't bring me up."

She dug into her food sullenly.

The little girl's congenital condition meant her physical age didn't match her real age. Her psychological age was much better, but not quite at the level of a 19-year-old. She was naturally unhappy when someone suddenly shared her attention.

Zhang Fusheng mused. Third junior sister's emotions were clearly displayed, making her seem unlikely to be the one to act behind his back, but he couldn't be sure.

What if she was pretending now?

He took a sip of porridge and heard the eldest senior brother say, "Master has left, and we don't know how long he'll be gone. He said he was going to the Investigation Bureau. Little junior brother, did you encounter people from the Investigation Bureau yesterday?"

The Investigation Bureau was only established in large cities.

"Mm."

Zhang Fusheng nodded, "The Investigation Bureau's advance team, and the leader was a former student of Master's."

The eldest senior brother nodded foolishly, "I suspect it's about Daoism. Recently, the West Cult's followers have been very active and frequently in contact with Chaimen."

He paused and sighed, "I advised Master not to get involved with Chaimen for now, to avoid drawing the West Cult's attention. Master refused, wanting to secure some resources for little junior brother and settle some past grievances. But strangely, instead of the West Cult, people from the East Cult showed up."

Zhang Fusheng's heart stirred. Chaimen, and its connection to the West Cult within Daoism?

Master's evaluation of the West Cult was that they would do anything, commit evil deeds, and Zhong Shan also called the West Cult a true evil cult.

Chen Yuque put down her chopsticks, her eyebrows raised.

"Are you sure it's the East Cult?"

"Positive, absolutely."

The eldest disciple nodded lightly:

"It's quite a coincidence, there was a high-ranking member of the East Cult named Huang Qiuxian who had a grudge against Master. He's likely still lurking in Jiangzhou, and I suspect he's planning this attack."

He paused, then said regretfully:

"Unfortunately, Master forbade us from investigating Huang Qiuxian. Of course, we probably wouldn't find him anyway. He must have long since changed his appearance and name, and who knows where he is now."

Zhang Fusheng quietly ate his congee.

What is this?

Blind spot?

Old Huang didn't even change his name; he was openly teaching boxing in the Seventh District!

And precisely because of this, the attack wouldn't be related to the East Cult. The person the eldest disciple killed was probably a product of 'diverting blame.'

He quietly observed his three senior disciples, naturally not revealing any information about Huang Qiuxian.

"Little Junior Brother."

Niu Dali finished the last mouthful of congee in his bowl, casually wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said earnestly and sincerely, "After a few days, when Master returns, you should still try to persuade him not to mess with the Chaimen. If we provoke the wrath of the West Cult, neither we nor Master will be able to withstand it."

He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "As for your resource issues, Little Junior Brother, I can allocate one-third of my 'Hotel' business to you."

Zhang Fusheng was stunned: "Hotel business?"

Chen Yuque covered her mouth and explained with a smile, "It's called a hotel, but in reality, it's like Bar No. 19 – we take any job. And in terms of scale for assassins and killers, it's not comparable to No. 19. Since Eldest Senior Brother has spoken, I, as your senior sister, will follow suit."

She lowered her head, her wine-red hair obscuring her eyes, her tone laced with languor, "I'll also give one-third of my 'Money House' business to Little Junior Brother."

As she spoke, she and the honest and simple Niu Dali both looked at the little dumpling.

The latter became wary, "Why are you looking at me! I already have the least! And I have to share with this big pervert?!"

The eldest disciple and the second senior sister smiled.

After a while.

The little dumpling deflated, resentfully poking the congee in his bowl with his chopsticks, muttering, "I'm also a senior sister, so I'll give it! I'll give one-third of my 'Trading Company' business to the little pervert."

Zhang Fusheng accepted everything with a smile and thanks, then curiously asked, "I understand the hotel and money house, but what about the trading company?"

"Smuggling, weapons," the second senior sister explained for the little dumpling.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly understood.

"When you have time, Little Junior Brother, you can inspect all three departments. The hotel is in the Ninth District, and the money house and trading company are in District Four."

With that, the eldest disciple gracefully stood up, "I still have some business to attend to. Also, we need to enforce Master's rule of banning No. 19. I'll be going now, you all eat slowly."

The second senior sister also stood up, "I'm off to collect payments too!"

The two then ambled away separately.

Only Zhang Fusheng and the little dumpling remained by the low table, staring at each other.

The latter pouted, whimpering with heartache. Despite meticulously calculating gains and losses, she had a delicate, porcelain-doll appearance that was surprisingly endearing rather than annoying.

Zhang Fusheng couldn't help but reach out and pinch the little dumpling's cheek, "Don't be upset, Little Senior Sister. Actually, I can make balloon animals. How about I make you one? A puppy, a butterfly, or a banana?"

"Are you trying to fool me like a child!"

The little dumpling was furious, but then became suspicious, hesitantly saying, "You really can? Show me a butterfly?"

Zhang Fusheng was surprised, "You really want one?"

He pondered for a moment, then rummaged in his pocket for the few small balloons he always kept on hand, inhaled, blew, and then tied them off.

He handed the long balloon to the little sprout.

Lin Dongxi was dumbfounded and said:

"Isn't it a butterfly?"

"Yeah, a caterpillar, it'll turn into a butterfly in a few months."

"..."

Pop!

The little sprout turned into a little red sprout, popped the balloon, and threw a punch. The wind from the punch whistled, and the low wooden table shattered, scattering leftovers everywhere.

"Damn it, this is for real!" Zhang Fusheng dodged, covering his head.

Three days passed without incident.

During these three days, Zhang Fusheng had to leave the Martial Arts Academy several times, but each time he went out, he felt a strange 'sense of being watched'.

Someone was monitoring him.

But the problem was, he could only tell that he was being monitored, but he couldn't sense where the surveillance was coming from, or from which direction.

It seemed that the location of the watcher was beyond the limit of his Minor Perfection spiritual will.

Under these circumstances, Zhang Fusheng didn't dare to go out rashly. What if a few Great Martial Artists jumped out to kill him?

He wasn't sure if the Spiritual Realm could restrain Great Martial Artists.

The most important thing was that in his Spiritual Realm, he had only nurtured one true soul, and he couldn't inflict 'real damage' on anyone within the Spiritual Realm.

Even if the Spiritual Realm could trap Great Martial Artists, it could only trap them.

But he wasn't idle either. He diligently studied the Five Thunders Art and the mysteries of the Spiritual Realm, but he was completely unsuccessful.

On the other hand, the third form of the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit – the Giant Form – had already touched the threshold of activation.

"In sixty years of contemplation time, I haven't truly practiced the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit; it was a natural enlightenment. The Minor Perfection White Bone Meditation at least corresponds to the sixth or even seventh form of Body and Spirit."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself:

"No wonder I learned so quickly."

The Luminous Form could slowly transform dead man's bones, but unfortunately, this time was not counted within the 'contemplation time'. Otherwise, with sixty years of contemplation, he would have already possessed dead man's bones.

The Newly Dead Form was like a recently deceased person, with no vital energy or breath, like a truly dead object, almost impossible to perceive or detect.

As for the third form, the 'Giant Form' that he was about to master, he didn't know its specific use for now. However, according to the introduction in the Great Sun Sutra, it was a form of body and spirit used for killing and combat.

The fourth day, July 5th.

"Little junior brother, it's your turn to be on duty today. You'll be responsible for things in the Martial Arts Academy."

After the senior disciple brother and second senior disciple sister left, the little sprout also, for the first time, had to leave the Martial Arts Academy.

"You're in charge of today's contemplation class!" The little sprout stood on the table and patted Zhang Fusheng's shoulder vigorously.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Fusheng smiled.

After seeing off his junior sister, he turned and walked into the equipment room on the second floor – the monitoring room was also here.

"Turn off all surveillance, and have the laborers and students return to their dormitories. Don't listen, don't hear, don't ask."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang."

The Martial Arts Academy quickly fell silent, with no more noise.

All three senior brothers and sisters were gone.

Would someone come to kill him?

Zhang Fusheng didn't know. He simply sat cross-legged in the training room on the third floor, looking at the dark-faced old man.

"Senior," he said sincerely, "is it really not the East Cult trying to kill my master?"

Huang Qiuxian spoke coldly:

"No."

"I want to see who is acting in the name of the East Cult. Are you sure they will come today?"

"I'm not sure, probably not. But whether they come or not, I'd rather introduce you to someone."

"Who?"

"A mysterious person. He comes from nowhere and goes nowhere. I only know his surname is Zhong, and he's from an organization called the Gaotian Association, possessing incredible abilities."

Zhang Fusheng glanced at his watch:

"I don't know if he will come today. Why don't you wait here for a while, and I'll go meet him?"