Chapter 57

Bian Chunchou suddenly lowered his head and looked at his own hand.

Seeing him fall silent out of nowhere and keep staring at his hand, Chen Zui asked, "Did you hurt your hand?"

Bian Chunchou was miserable. "You wouldn't understand."

"...If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to understand?"

"Something happened that was even more upsetting than my hand getting hurt." Was his luck really that rotten? Maybe he should stop being so curious in the future.

There were so many investigation missions on Founding Peak's board. Why did he have to pick Mist Mountain Village, a place with hell-level difficulty?

"It wasn't your fault. Pei Mingshan is just a bad man. He concealed important information when posting the mission; Yonglu Mountain will definitely hold him accountable for this." If Yonglu Mountain did nothing, then they would use the title of "Little Grand-Uncle."

That fellow kept going on about disciples of the Divine Venerable. If he did nothing at all, wouldn't he become a laughingstock?

"Exactly! So what if he's the young master of Golden Cauldron Pavilion? I'm not his family's old servant! What exactly is he after? A perfectly good son of the richest man running to the flower district to open a brothel—is that reasonable?"

Wen Xu shook his head. "I don't know. But since he found traces of an Evil Cultivator yet did not use his family's power, instead posting an ambiguous investigation mission at Yonglu Mountain, then either he still wants something, or he knows the identity of this Evil Cultivator."

"Fine, let's not worry about those big shots with status and influence. I need to go back and smooth out the spiritual energy in my body. I used too much just now, and it's about to go out of balance." Visible exhaustion covered