There Must Be a Traitor

Wen Qingkong looked at Little One through Little Nine, who had already closed their eyes to sleep. Their black bodies nearly blended into the night. Even a Martial Arts Grandmaster would likely fail to notice them without paying close attention.

He truly had no one to deliver messages for him, but he had nine remarkably intelligent Harbinger Birds.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, yet Wen Qingkong received no work.

It was as if no one had suddenly died in the vast Yujing City.

But he knew that was not the case.

Ultimately, in times like these, it did not matter whether ordinary people had their corpses sewn after death. As for people like Zhao Xuan and Xie Qianyu, they truly did not die often.

Wen Qingkong did not mind. The money earned from Xie Qianyu's job was enough for the three of them to live on for ten years. After all, neither he nor Li Lan'er was extravagant.

Even if they ate meat every day, five thousand taels of silver would be enough for them.

The only pity was that without corpses, he could not gain skills.

Fortunately, perhaps he would have business tonight.

At midnight, Wen Qingkong shut 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.

Aside from the White Lotus Sect's Holy Maiden, Mu Yinyao, there were three masked figures in black with powerful auras. They were presumably the elders Mu Yinyao had mentioned.

Besides Mu Yinyao and the three elders, there were another twenty skilled fighters, each with no weak aura.

Upon seeing Wen Qingkong arrive, the Holy Maiden nodded in satisfaction.

Dark clouds covered the moon, and killing intent rose through the night.

Mu Yinyao swung down her right hand!

In an instant, the twenty White Lotus Sect fighters, along with Wen Qingkong, lunged at the Shen Family.

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

Wen Qingkong had no interest in the Fifty Hand Great Zhou Heaven Swordplay. He prowled through the Shen Family residence, sensing its atmosphere as a cold smile spread across his lips.

He would have to give Little Nine and the others a proper extra meal when he got back.

Those thoughts passed in an instant. Countless soldiers surged forth from every direction around the Shen Family residence.

Wen Qingkong and the twenty White Lotus Sect fighters had acted separately. They had originally been tasked with eliminating the Shen Family servants and setting fires everywhere to create chaos.

Now, they were each surrounded.

Wen Qingkong was no exception.

At the same time, a long howl shook the night sky.

It was Shen Luo's voice.

"Hahaha!"

"White Lotus Sect, you have some nerve! You dare commit evil in Yujing City!"

"Today will be the day you die!"

Just as Shen Luo finished speaking, another deep and powerful voice rang out, carrying boundless authority.

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

"Divine Arrestor Zhuo Ying of the Six Doors!"

A somewhat panicked voice rang out. It should have belonged to one of the White Lotus Sect elders.

Intense sounds of fighting immediately followed.

At this moment, the soldiers surrounding Wen Qingkong charged at him as well.

Wen Qingkong possessed both the Shaolin Golden Bell Shield and the Thirteen Iron Bodyguards, leaving him completely unafraid of the soldiers' blades and swords. Clanging rang out without end as their sabers, spears, and swords hacked and stabbed at him. Apart from tearing his clothes, they only left pale marks on his skin.

Wen Qingkong flipped his hand around a soldier's spear, exhaled with a shout, and circulated his force. In an instant, he flung the soldiers away.

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

Wen Qingkong was proficient in Ground-Lying Fist, Taizu Long Fist, Hundred Step Divine Fist, and Great Subduing Demon Fist. When applied to the spear, they could still unleash tremendous power!

He smashed, lifted, struck, thrust, swept, and shook, his transformations endless. The spear churned like a great python, and wherever it passed, soldiers were injured one after another, losing all ability to fight.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out as Wen Qingkong watched a White Lotus Sect elder crash down before him.

Looking into the distance, he saw Divine Arrestor Zhuo Ying of the Six Doors standing in midair. His gaze flashed like lightning, his majesty radiating in all directions. His iron fists swept across the sky as he fought Mu Yinyao and one White Lotus Sect elder alone, without falling into disadvantage.

His fist force surged like roaring rivers and waves, rolling without cease; it was also like mountains shifting sideways, heavy, fierce, and unyielding.

Even Mu Yinyao, a Martial Arts Great Grandmaster, was being suppressed.

Wen Qingkong had no wish to keep fighting. He grabbed the White Lotus Sect elder, slung him over his back, and leaped over the towering courtyard wall, speeding into the distance.

The battle at the Shen residence continued, but Wen Qingkong could not be bothered with it.

This White Lotus Sect elder had fallen in exactly the right place, giving him the perfect excuse to leave the Shen Family.

After remaining vigilant and taking several detours, Wen Qingkong safely returned to Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine.

He placed the White Lotus Sect elder on the cold couch. The elder's breath rose and fell erratically. He was clearly badly injured, though he might not necessarily die.

"Y-you... did well."

The elder praised him between ragged breaths.

If not for Wen Qingkong, he would likely have died there.

Once he recovered from this, he would certainly reward Wen Qingkong properly.

Suddenly, he saw that Wen Qingkong's eyes had turned icy, cold light flashing from them.

The elder's heart jolted, and the heart that had only just escaped death abruptly rose into his throat.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Qingkong's fist was his answer.

The White Lotus Sect elder was shocked and furious. He had not expected the man who had painstakingly carried him out of the Shen residence to now want to kill him.

If Wen Qingkong wanted to kill him, he could have simply left him at the Shen residence. Why go through so much trouble?

The White Lotus Sect elder truly could not understand.

But clearly, this was not the time to dwell on such questions. The elder growled, "Though Zhuo Ying gravely wounded me, I am still a Martial Arts Grandmaster. A mere Innate like you could never kill me!"

"Die..."

The White Lotus Sect elder watched helplessly as Wen Qingkong's fist slammed into his chest. The fierce, masculine fist force instantly shattered his internal organs, extinguishing the last trace of his life.

How could this be?

How could an Innate martial artist throw a punch so quickly?

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 understood. This youth had hidden himself so deeply; he must have some terrifying purpose. He had to tell the Holy Maiden!

His final consciousness vanished into darkness.

Only after confirming that the White Lotus Sect elder was dead did Wen Qingkong slowly exhale a breath of foul air.

He felt incomparably refreshed. Damn White Lotus Sect. Today, he would collect a little interest first.

Not long after, Holy Maiden Mu Yinyao arrived.

Before she even approached the cold couch, she knew the elder was dead.

"That man's fists were too heavy. He did not hold on for long," Wen Qingkong said.

Mu Yinyao showed no reaction, but the murderous aura radiating from her was enough to show just how foul her mood was.

"The other two elders also died, buying me a chance to escape."

"Only the two of us survived this battle."

Mu Yinyao's voice was cold as ice.

"There must be a traitor. Otherwise, how could Shen Luo have known we would seize the Fifty Hand Great Zhou Heaven Swordplay tonight, much less notify the Six Doors in advance and lie in wait for us!"