There Must Be an Inside Mole

Wen Qingkong looked at Little One and Little Nine, who had already closed their eyes and fallen asleep. Dressed all in black, they were almost indistinguishable from the night. Even a Martial Arts Grandmaster, without careful observation, might not notice them.

He indeed had no manpower to relay messages, but he had nine highly intelligent Harbinger Birds.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Wen Qingkong hadn't received any jobs.

It was as if the entire Yujing City had suddenly stopped having deaths.

But he knew that wasn't the case.

Ultimately, it was because in this world, it didn't matter if ordinary people died and were sewn or not. As for people like Zhao Xuan and Xie Qianyu, they truly died rarely.

Wen Qingkong didn't mind. The money Xie Qianyu earned from that job was enough for the three of them to live for ten years. After all, neither he nor Li Lan'er were people who indulged in extravagance.

Even if they only ate meat occasionally, five thousand taels of silver were enough for their expenses.

The only pity was that without a corpse, he couldn't gain skills.

Fortunately, perhaps tonight, he would finally get to work.

At the stroke of midnight, Wen Qingkong closed his door and headed straight for Shen Luo's residence.

When he arrived, a group of White Lotus Sect experts had already gathered in the darkness.

Besides the White Lotus Sect's Holy Maiden, Mu Yinyao, there were three masked men in black with powerful auras, likely the elders Mu Yinyao had mentioned.

In addition to Mu Yinyao and these three elders, there were twenty other skilled individuals, each with a strong presence.

Seeing Wen Qingkong arrive, the Holy Maiden nodded with satisfaction.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and killing intent surged in the night.

Mu Yinyao waved her right hand!

In an instant, the twenty White Lotus Sect experts, along with Wen Qingkong, rushed towards the Shen Family residence.

Mu Yinyao and the three White Lotus Sect elders headed directly for the secret chamber where Shen Luo was in seclusion.

Wen Qingkong wasn't interested in the Fifty Hand Great Zhou Heaven Swordplay. He moved through the Shen Family residence, sensing its aura, a cold smile spreading across his lips.

He'd have to give Little Nine and the others a good meal when he got back.

These thoughts flashed by. Suddenly, countless soldiers poured out from all directions of the Shen Family residence.

Wen Qingkong and the twenty White Lotus Sect experts were acting separately. They were originally responsible for eliminating the Shen Family's guards and setting fires everywhere to cause chaos.

Now, they were all surrounded.

Wen Qingkong was no exception.

At the same time, a long howl echoed through the night sky.

It was Shen Luo's voice.

"Hahaha!"

"White Lotus Sect, how dare you commit evil in Yujing City!"

"Today will be your day of death!"

As soon as Shen Luo finished speaking, another powerful, deep voice rang out, filled with supreme might.

"White Lotus Sect, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Six Doors' Divine Arrestor Zhuo Ying!"

A slightly flustered voice sounded, likely one of the White Lotus Sect elders.

This was followed by the sounds of intense combat.

At this moment, the soldiers surrounding Wen Qingkong also charged forward.

Wen Qingkong, possessing both the Shaolin Golden Bell Shield and the Thirteen Iron Bodyguards, was completely unfazed by the soldiers' swords and sabers. The sounds of clanging metal rang out continuously as the soldiers' blades and spears struck Wen Qingkong, only managing to break his clothes and leave mere white marks on his skin.

Wen Qingkong flipped his hand, grabbed a soldier's spear, and exhaled, channeling his internal energy. In an instant, he threw the soldiers away.

Then, he snatched a spear. Although he had never learned spear techniques, weapons were merely extensions of one's limbs.

Wen Qingkong, proficient in Ground-Lying Fist, Taizu Long Fist, Hundred Step Divine Fist, and Great Subduing Demon Fist, could wield the spear with immense power!

He employed thrusts, parries, slams, jabs, sweeps, and shakes with endless variations. The spear moved like a great python, and wherever it struck, soldiers were injured and rendered incapable of fighting.

"Ah!"

A scream echoed. Wen Qingkong watched as a White Lotus Sect elder fell before him.

Looking up, he saw the Six Doors' Divine Arrestor Zhuo Ying standing in mid-air, his gaze like lightning, radiating immense pressure. His iron fists struck the sky, fighting alone against the White Lotus Sect's Holy Maiden Mu Yinyao and one White Lotus Sect elder without being at a disadvantage.

His fist techniques were surging, like a great river's waves, rolling endlessly; or like mountains shifting, heavy and fierce.

Mu Yinyao, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, was forced into a defensive position.

Wen Qingkong no longer wished to fight. He grabbed the White Lotus Sect elder, slung him over his shoulder, leaped up, and soared over the high courtyard walls, heading into the distance.

The battle in the Shen residence continued, but Wen Qingkong couldn't be bothered to care.

The White Lotus Sect elder's fall had been perfectly timed, providing him with the perfect excuse to escape the Shen Family.

After being cautious and circling around several times, Wen Qingkong successfully returned to Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine.

He placed the White Lotus Sect elder on the cold slab. The elder's breathing was uneven, clearly severely injured, but not necessarily dying.

"You... you did well."

The elder gasped, praising him.

If it weren't for Wen Qingkong, he would have likely died there.

Once he recovered, he would definitely reward Wen Qingkong handsomely.

Suddenly, he saw Wen Qingkong's eyes turn cold, radiating a chilling light.

The elder's heart lurched, and the heart that had just escaped the clutches of death suddenly tensed.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Qingkong's fist was his answer.

The White Lotus Sect elder was both shocked and enraged, not expecting the person who had painstakingly carried him to escape the Shen Family to now try and kill him.

If he wanted to kill him, why bother going through all this trouble instead of just leaving him at the Shen Family's?

The White Lotus Sect elder was truly perplexed.

But this was clearly not the time to dwell on such questions. The White Lotus Sect elder roared, "Although I was heavily injured by Zhuo Ying, as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, I am by no means someone a mere Xiantian like you can kill!"

"Die... die..."

The White Lotus Sect elder watched helplessly as Wen Qingkong's fist struck his chest. The powerful, fierce fist energy instantly shattered his internal organs, extinguishing his last spark of life.

How could this be?

How could a Xiantian realm martial artist punch so fast?

No!

That was the aura of a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

This fifteen-year-old corpse seamstress was actually a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

The White Lotus Sect elder finally understood. He knew this youth's deep concealment must have a terrifying purpose. He had to tell the Holy Maiden!

His last consciousness faded into darkness.

After confirming the White Lotus Sect elder was dead, Wen Qingkong let out a long, relieved breath.

He felt incredibly refreshed. Damn the White Lotus Sect, this was just a small down payment for now.

Before long, the Holy Maiden Mu Yinyao arrived.

She knew the elder was dead before she even got close to the cold slab.

"That person's punch was too heavy. He didn't last long," Wen Qingkong said.

Mu Yinyao showed no outward reaction, but the killing intent radiating from her was enough to show how unhappy she was at that moment.

"Those two elders are also dead, to buy me time to escape."

"Only you and I survived this battle."

Mu Yinyao's voice was as cold as ice.

"There must be an inside informant. Otherwise, how would Shen Luo have known we were going to seize the Fifty Hand Great Zhou Heaven Swordplay tonight and even notify the Six Doors in advance to wait in ambush!"