The corner of the city inspector squad leader's eye twitched. "What do you mean, 'offisher'?"
"My surname is Chan. Address me as Official Chan!"
"Pfft!"
Bu Wuchen sprayed out all the tea he had just sipped. "Official Shit-Scooper?!"
"Damn, that title of yours sure sounds extraordinary!"
"Hmph, don't think you can talk your way out of your crimes!"
The bald, burly man waved a hand sternly. "Men, search the place!"
"Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground today, I'll find evidence to punish you, you scoundrel."
He had thought that saying this would make the other party at least somewhat nervous.
After all, according to the Lin Lineage, Lin Zhuliang's "life-candle flame" had long since burned out. He was dead, his soul extinguished.
Their investigation had revealed that Lin Zhuliang's last appearance had been when he barged into Bu Wuchen's residence with two household servants...
No matter how they looked at it, the young man was the prime suspect!
If they could catch even the slightest trace of nervousness or panic, they would have a chance to glimpse the whole leopard from a single spot and crack the case.
Yet who would have thought that, upon hearing they intended to dig three feet down in their search, Bu Wuchen would merely shrug indifferently? "Help yourselves. This residence isn't mine anyway."
"Never mind three feet-even if you dig ten feet or a hundred feet down, wouldn't Second Young Master Lin be the only one with a headache?"
With that, he closed his eyes and rested, paying them no further attention.
Official Chan knitted his brows and snorted inwardly. Bringing up Second Young Master Lin again? You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?
Once I find the bodies, let's see how you keep up this act!
Anyone who became a city inspector had to have a cultivation of at least the seventh level of the Savage Martial Realm.
A group like that made short work of "tearing down houses and digging up the ground"!
Before long, they had dug up the moderately sized residence until not a single patch remained intact.
Yet they still failed to unearth Lin Zhuliang's corpse.
How could this be?
Before coming here, we conducted a thorough investigation. Ever since Lin Zhuliang entered the courtyard, no one has left or entered the residence.
There's no possibility of the bodies having been burned, either...
At that thought, even the city inspector squad leader could not help muttering inwardly, Could he really not have died here?
In fact, Bu Wuchen had long since put the corpses of Lin Zhuliang and the others, along with every damaged object, into his Portable Warehouse.
Never mind the inspectors of this cold frontier region;
even the imperial capital's most renowned master detective could forget about finding the slightest thread of evidence!
Just then, Bu Wuchen rose languidly, stretched his arms, and said in utter boredom, "It's nearly dark."
"If you still can't find evidence proving I'm a murderer, I won't be keeping you company any longer."
"I have to get up early for the academy tomorrow morning!"
Knowing he had no grounds to detain him, the inspector could only glare fiercely at him. "Don't get smug, brat. If you really killed him, the monk may escape, but the temple won't."
Bu Wuchen waved dismissively. "Fine, fine, fine. Take your time investigating, then."
"You've wrecked this place so badly that I can't stay here anymore."
"Yao'er, A Chun, don't bother taking anything. Come with your young master and find somewhere else to stay..."
"Huh? Oh, all right, then."
Having lived in poverty these past few months, A Chun and Wan Xiaoyao looked back three times with every step at the bedding, clothes, and other belongings the city inspectors had torn to shreds, truly reluctant to leave them.
"Come on, stop looking. Those things needed replacing anyway."
"Your young master's purse is bulging now. You won't have to share those impoverished days with me anymore."
"Come on, let's go to a restaurant and feast on fine food and drink!"
Yet they had barely left the courtyard when two figures suddenly stepped across their path and blocked the way.
The man on the right wore magnificent robes. In his forties and brimming with malice, he was none other than Lin Zhuliang's father, the head of a collateral branch of the Lin Lineage: Lin Senyu.
The other was a handsome, arrogant-looking young man in a long brocade robe: Lin Zhuxian.
"You wretched scoundrel! You killed my son Lin Zhuliang, yet you're still strolling the streets so calmly?"
As his words fell, Lin Senyu unleashed the full oppressive might of his mystic power.
Hum!
Tangible crimson fire mystic Qi immediately enveloped his body;
the raging gusts sweeping outward sent sand and stones flying through the alley in an instant, thick with killing intent!
The old servant A Chun's pupils contracted, his heart tightening. Mystic Qi released outside the body?
This man has reached the Qi Control State!
Before his cultivation was crippled, a cultivator in the Qi Control Realm would not have merited so much as a proper glance from the old servant A Chun;
but now, never mind the Qi Control Realm;
even someone who had only just entered the Savage Martial Realm would have been enough to make A Chun feel profoundly helpless...
By comparison, Bu Wuchen was undoubtedly far calmer.
He firmly believed that the other party had to be wary of something.
Otherwise, why send a bunch of city inspectors to make a fuss first? Why not simply attack?
Thus, the young man feigned bewilderment and picked at his ear. "What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"
"Keep pretending. Heh, how long do you think you can keep it up?"
Just then, Lin Zhuxian spoke. "Those two manuals, the cultivation method and the mystic skill, must have fallen into your hands too, haven't they?"
"Do you think... given how important those two manuals are, our Lin Lineage wouldn't have a secret method of tracking them?"
"If you hand them over now and come with me to the authorities to confess honestly, you might still have a chance to seek lenient treatment!"
What a fine attack on the mind.
Unfortunately, he had used it on the wrong person.
Bu Wuchen merely curled his lip in contempt, thinking, A 'secret tracking method,' my ass. They're just unique copies of a mid-grade mortal-tier cultivation method and mystic skill. Do you really think I'd believe that?
Outwardly, he remained bewildered. "What exactly are you talking about? I still don't understand."
"Please move aside. A good dog doesn't block the road."
"You!!"
Fury blazed within Lin Senyu.
If not for his wariness of the "Divine Communion Realm" expert who might be backing the other party, as well as his status as a "Blood Dragon City Academy student"...
he would have slapped the young man before him to death!
Just then, Lin Zhuxian gave a sinister chuckle. "Heh heh, with your status as a 'Blood Dragon City Academy student' shielding you, you certainly aren't someone we can easily touch."
"But..."
Lin Zhuxian suddenly pointed at Wan Xiaoyao and A Chun, enunciating every word. "What about those two?"
"Who knows whether this skin-and-bones old thing might suddenly have his heart stop one day and drop dead in the street?"
"Who knows whether some vicious bandit might knock this little girl out with a club and drag her to a brothel, to be ridden by a thousand men and mounted by ten thousand?"
At those words, Bu Wuchen abruptly halted as he walked past him.
He whirled around in fury. "You dare?!"
A dragon had a reverse scale; whoever touched it would die.
For Bu Wuchen, who had transmigrated here, A Chun and Wan Xiaoyao, who had sacrificed so much for him and were even willing to risk their lives to keep him safe, were the reverse scale no one else could touch!