Inside the Heavenly Wolf Escort Agency

"Courting death!"

The two guards on duty at the gate saw this and immediately bellowed in fury, steel sabers in hand as they lunged forward.

But Miao Cunyi was even faster. He stepped forward and swung his longsword.

Swish! Swish!

Two cold flashes streaked past. The two guards stiffened, then fell to the ground at the sound.

Without halting, Miao Cunyi carried his bloodstained longsword hanging at his side and stepped through the escort agency gates, slowly walking inward.

"Who dares cause trouble at the Heavenly Wolf Escort Agency?!"

"Bold madman!"

"Ah—!"

"Murder! Someone, come quickly!"

The escort agency disciples in the courtyard rushed over at the commotion, wielding sabers, spears, and staves as they surrounded him in a tight ring, their faces filled with rage.

Peng Wei, the current chief disciple of the escort agency, shouted harshly from the front, clamoring:

"Miao Cunyi, so it was you. You actually delivered yourself to our door!"

"All of you, get him! Kill him!"

Miao Cunyi stepped forward in silence. Every escort master and guard who came at him was cut down by a single stroke of his sword.

With every step he took forward, his invisible aura grew heavier.

It forced the crowd before him to retreat again and again.

An elderly man with grizzled hair and beard slowly emerged from within the escort agency. He was none other than Cheng Bo, the agency's old steward.

Looking at the young man whose face brimmed with killing intent, he hurriedly shook his head and urged:

"Cunyi, stop!"

"This is your home! You grew up here. This old man watched you grow from a child into a youth. You practiced swordsmanship here, learned your craft here, and grew up here."

"How could you destroy this place with your own hands?"

Miao Cunyi pointed his sword tip diagonally at the ground, glanced at the old man, and said indifferently:

"Home?"

"My master and mistress died tragically, and the corpses of my fellow disciples are nowhere to be found."

"My loved ones are gone. I have long had nowhere to call home."

"My home was the Profound Heaven Escort Agency, where my master presided, my fellow disciples lived in harmony, and hearts were sincere—not this Heavenly Wolf Escort Agency that has changed its name and surname!"

Cheng Bo let out a sorrowful sigh, yet continued to persuade him bitterly:

"Cunyi, the escort agency merely changed its name!"

"By acting like this, do you intend to let your master's lifelong efforts go to ruin in a single day?"

"My master's efforts?"

Miao Cunyi said bitterly,

"Heh heh, that old man was muddleheaded too. He failed to see people for what they were and brought endless disaster upon himself."

"Today, I will cleanse the house for my master."

Cheng Bo's face was filled with anxiety as he said:

"But many disciples of the escort agency are still people from the old days. They are all innocent!"

"Why must you vent your anger on them and slaughter them all?"

"Innocent?"

Miao Cunyi gave a miserable smile.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

"How could they possibly be innocent?"

"Accomplices! Every one of you is an accomplice!"

"You wallow in the same mire!"

"You aid Zhou in his tyranny!"

"Back then..."

"Why did no one investigate the truth behind my master's death, instead hastily closing the matter?"

"Why did no one stop Peng Sihai from usurping power and seizing the agency?"

"Why did the fellow disciples who had been by my side day and night keep dying one after another?"

"Why was my mistress, who had toiled so painstakingly, murdered so tragically?"

"And my only junior sister, Xu Yuer—where has Peng Sihai imprisoned her now?!"

"Your deaths would not be worth pitying!"

His voice abruptly rose, shaking the entire scene as hatred surged to the heavens:

"Peng Sihai, get the hell out here!"

"You murdered my master, seized the escort agency, purged dissidents, bribed mountain bandits, and destroyed my sect!"

"Get out here at once and receive your death!"

"You little bastard, uttering nothing but nonsense and turning right into wrong!"

A steady voice suddenly rang out from within the escort agency.

Peng Sihai, dressed in a luxurious brocade robe with his hands clasped behind his back, slowly descended the steps.

He was broad and burly. Looking down at Miao Cunyi from above, a cold glint surfaced in his eyes.