In a strange, darkened hall.
Two rows of imposing, expressionless experts stood below.
A moment later, a white-haired middle-aged man approached with a heavy aura. Without needing to show anger, he inspired awe; the instant he appeared, all the experts below lowered their heads.
"Greetings, Sect Master."
"Greetings, Master."
The white-haired man remained expressionless. After slowly taking his seat on the throne above, his sharp eyes swept over the people below.
No one dared even breathe loudly, and they bowed even lower.
After a long while, the white-haired man waved his hand. Only then did everyone rise as though a heavy burden had been lifted. It was clear that he held absolute authority here.
Unfortunately, his right sleeve now hung empty.
He was Ning Xuanwu, the Black Tortoise Sect ancestor who had dueled Old Ancestor Qingshan. The people below were all Black Tortoise Sect higher-ups and Ning Xuanwu's Personal Disciples.
Since Ning Xuanwu's defeat, the Black Tortoise Sect's morale had been low. Now that they saw him, no one even dared speak.
Dead silence filled the hall.
"How did the investigation go?"
At last, Ning Xuanwu's imposing gaze swept across them, and a hoarse voice emerged from his throat.
Upon hearing this, everyone remained silent.
Seeing this, Ning Xuanwu flew into a rage and shouted, "I asked you, how did the investigation go? Who can tell me where Lu Qingshan got that kitchen knife?"
"Master, I captured a Personal Disciple from the Qingshan Sect. Perhaps we can obtain a clue from him." At that moment, a voluptuous, scantily clad woman holding Twin Blades stepped forward and spoke respectfully.
She was Yao Ling'er, Ning Xuanwu's Personal Disciple. Not only was she exceptionally gifted and formidable in battle, but what made her hardest to guard against was her fiery figure and beauty. Countless enemies who had fought her had been entranced by her looks, but the moment they let down their guard, Yao Ling'er's Twin Blades delivered a killing strike.
"Bring him in."
Ning Xuanwu waved his hand.
"Yes."
Yao Ling'er shot out of the hall like lightning. When she reappeared, she was carrying a white-robed young man in one hand.
"Let go of me! Let go of me!" The white-robed young man shouted arrogantly. "Do you know who I am? How dare you capture me? I am Yu Wujie, a Personal Disciple of the Qingshan Sect. If you do not release me, you will suffer the Qingshan Sect's devastating strike."
Slap!
Yao Ling'er slapped Yu Wujie across the face.
"Y-You actually dared to hit me?"
Yu Wujie immediately flew into a rage. In all his life, no one had ever struck him before. This was simply the greatest humiliation.
But what greeted him was another blow from Yao Ling'er, sending him flying backward onto the ground.
He felt even more humiliated. He scrambled up, wanting to retaliate, only to discover a white-haired man standing above him, looking down at him with cold eyes.
"Who are you?" Yu Wujie shouted.
"Ning Xuanwu."
"What?" Yu Wujie was stunned. He had never imagined that this man was the Black Tortoise Ancestor. Did that mean he had been captured by the Black Tortoise Sect?
"I ask you, where did Lu Qingshan get that blade?" The Black Tortoise Ancestor asked from above in a hoarse voice.
"Why should I tell you?" Though he knew this was Ning Xuanwu, Yu Wujie still shouted without courtesy.
Ning Xuanwu raised his brows and said deeply, "You are not afraid of me?"
"Why should I fear you? You are nothing more than a defeated subordinate of my sect's ancestor. I advise you to release me at once, or when my ancestor arrives with the Divine Blade, you will be consigned to eternal damnation," Yu Wujie shouted threateningly.
"Very good."
The Black Tortoise Ancestor spoke lightly.
The next instant, an overwhelming aura erupted from him, and Yu Wujie, who was on the ground, was suddenly sucked into the air.
"I will ask you one more time. Will you speak or not?" the Black Tortoise Ancestor said hoarsely.
"I will not." Yu Wujie refused stubbornly.
The Black Tortoise Ancestor narrowed his eyes and grabbed Yu Wujie by the throat. The immense force instantly made veins bulge across Yu Wujie's forehead, while a tremendous pressure crushed down upon his body.
"Ah! I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll talk!"
Feeling true death descend upon him, Yu Wujie did not hold out for even a moment before hurriedly begging for mercy.
Boom!
With a movement of the Black Tortoise Ancestor's hand, Yu Wujie was hurled heavily onto the ground.
The crowd immediately revealed contemptuous expressions. They had thought he was a tough bone, but he was a worthless fool softer than a persimmon.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Yu Wujie coughed violently. Seeing that the Black Tortoise Ancestor was growing impatient, he hurriedly said, "I do not know whether this information is accurate, but I heard from my master that he got it from an expert in Pingjiang City."
"An expert in Pingjiang City?" The Black Tortoise Ancestor's face darkened in anger. He stepped on Yu Wujie's chest and said deeply, "What expert could there possibly be in Pingjiang City?"
"It's true, it's true! I would not dare deceive you! My master also said that he runs a small Martial Arts Hall in Pingjiang City. It is absolutely true!" Yu Wujie shouted.
"A small Martial Arts Hall?"
Seeing that Yu Wujie did not seem to be lying, the Black Tortoise Ancestor finally released him. Returning to the seat above, he frowned and fell into thought.
A moment later, he said deeply, "Wuchen, go to Pingjiang City and investigate."
"Yes, Master."
A thin young man with a sickly pallor stepped forward. Then, with a flash of his body, he headed down the mountain...
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