Truly Disappointing

"You, return to the Qingshan Sect. Report back the moment you receive any news."

Black Tortoise Ancestor struck Yu Wujie in the chest with one palm. Yu Wujie opened his mouth in pain, and an ice cicada flew into it before he was thrown out.

"Master, is it really alright to send Senior Brother Wuchen alone?" Yao Ling'er asked worriedly as she looked at Black Tortoise Ancestor, who sat above with a furrowed brow.

"It is of no consequence."

Black Tortoise Ancestor waved a hand.

"Aren't you afraid Senior Brother Wuchen might run into danger?" Yao Ling'er asked with a frown.

"Junior Sister, just rest assured!" At that moment, a man in a long robe approached and said, "That so-called expert of Pingjiang City is nothing more than an Illusionary Technique put on by the Qingshan Sect. Sending Junior Brother Wuchen to deal with it could not be more fitting."

"But..."

Yao Ling'er still seemed worried and turned her gaze toward Black Tortoise Ancestor.

"There is no need to worry so much," Black Tortoise Ancestor said. "Wuchen has my Sky Shaking Stone in his possession. Even if something unexpected happens, the Sky Shaking Stone will keep him safe. We only need to wait quietly in the sect for Wuchen's news."

Hearing this, Yao Ling'er finally let out a sigh of relief.

With the Sky Shaking Stone in hand, she truly had no need to worry. It was one of the few Supreme Treasures possessed by Black Tortoise Ancestor.

In less than half a day, Jing Wuchen had arrived in Pingjiang City.

Although Pingjiang City was close to cultivation sects, it had even more mortals. Thus, there were quite a few Martial Arts Halls of all sizes throughout the city.

But this was no problem for Jing Wuchen. His method of solving it was also simple and crude—he simply killed his way through the door.

He emerged from a Martial Arts Hall, his sickly face carrying an evil charm and cold-bloodedness. Everyone in that hall had already been slaughtered to the last.

He then headed for the next Martial Arts Hall.

After killing dozens of people throughout the hall, he stepped on the hall master and said coldly, "Speak. What is your relationship with the Qingshan Sect?"

"I-I-I truly have nothing to do with the Qingshan Sect, sir. Please, spare..." Before he could finish, a flash of cold light had already swept across his throat.

"How boring!"

Impatience flickered across his demonic face. He licked the blood from his dagger, then crushed the Martial Arts Hall master's head beneath his foot before continuing toward the next hall.

Like this, Jing Wuchen followed the map of Pingjiang City and slaughtered one Martial Arts Hall after another. Men and women, young and old—none were spared...

"Disciple, I bought you some sweets. You can eat them together with your medicine."

Yi Feng returned from outside with a face full of springtime cheer, carrying bags large and small. He was meticulous in caring for this disciple of his.

"Thank you for your concern, Master."

Zhong Qing's face was filled with gratitude, his eyes misty. Since he could remember, aside from his parents, Yi Feng was the only one who had sincerely treated him well. He quietly engraved this kindness in his heart.

"Ouch."

Yet the moment he entered, Yi Feng caught his foot on the steps and stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

"Master, are you alright?"

Zhong Qing hurried over and supported Yi Feng.

"Dammit, this lousy design." Yi Feng shot the steps a glare. This was not the first time they had tripped him. The design was simply anti-human.

If he took one step per stair, they were too short—he had to take tiny little steps like a woman.

If he took two stairs at once, it pulled at his crotch and felt even worse!

"Master, I'll fix these steps tomorrow," Zhong Qing quickly said. He sincerely considered Yi Feng's needs and was also extremely eager to do things for him.

"Good child."

Yi Feng rubbed his head and said, "You've only just recovered. Leave these things until you're fully well. Come, go take your medicine first."

Afterward, master and disciple walked into the inner courtyard. Only after watching Zhong Qing finish his medicine did Yi Feng finally relax and lie back in his reclining chair, basking in the little sun.

Recently, he had been in quite a good mood.

Zhong Qing had recovered.

And he had money now.

It was just a little boring. He seemed to have become a salted fish too!

"Doggy, come here."

Yi Feng beckoned to Ao Qing. The dog ran over with his tail wagging and obediently lay at Yi Feng's feet, letting Yi Feng rub and knead him.

Street.

A breeze swept past, scattering the leaves into disarray.

A figure landed before a Martial Arts Hall. He raised his skeletal hand and looked at the map, narrowing his eyes. "Only the last few Martial Arts Halls remain. They're getting smaller and smaller. This is truly disappointing!"

As he spoke, he licked his lips and walked toward the Martial Arts Hall ahead.