He Xiu, the Cold-faced Soul Reaper, was inspecting every corner of the Residence of Yun, helping the experts of the Yun family guide the formation into the water to prevent the Blue-blooded People from lurking.
Suddenly, a servant came to report that a child had delivered a letter to him.
He Xiu had a cold temperament and was serious in speech and manner. His expression did not change, but he walked out of the Residence of He doubtfully and saw an ordinary child.
He cautiously took the letter and found nothing unusual. He immediately opened it and quickly skimmed through it.
"Please tell me about Dark Broadsword."
"The Zhu family has secretly sided with the Ninth Cloud."
"The Ninth Cloud has colluded with the Sect of Mistress Su. They are hiding in the back garden of the Residence of Zhu."
"The Thirteenth Cloud is also in contact with the Sect of Mistress Su. He deliberately leaked the news so that the Foreign Official of the Sect of Mistress Su, Merciless Tyrant, would kill Dark Broadsword to create the illusion of killing him and fish in troubled waters."
"The Sect of Mistress Su seems to have nothing to do with the Blue-blooded People."
A request and several pieces of news made He Xiu's expression grow colder.
These were extremely secretive pieces of information with detailed and accurate descriptions. It was definitely not something that could be fabricated!
He looked down at the end of the letter, where there was a deep and chaotic eye that looked like a water droplet.
"Heavenly Primogenitor!" He suddenly narrowed his eyes and could not help but mutter to himself.
There was no mistake in the mark and the symbol. It was trustworthy!
He Xiu's right hand suddenly burst forth with many fine Sword Qi and quietly pierced many small holes on the letter. He then returned it to the child and asked him to return it to its original place.
Not long after, Mengqi, who was hiding in the crowd on the street, received a reply and gave the child a piece of silver.
He was dressed like a scholar and carried a bookcase on his back. He quietly opened a book in the crowded street and found the letter inside. He wiped it with his hand and the small holes connected to form words.
"Dark Broadsword suspects that the person who leaked his whereabouts is one of the Thirteenth Master, the Seventh Lady, and the Hall Master of the Linhai Boat Gang, Chen Xiang."
"He wants to figure this out."
Mengqi walked forward slowly and smiled as he crumpled the letter into a ball. He clenched his right hand and opened it again, only to find that it had turned into ashes.
He had to destroy the Sect of Mistress Su as much as possible without exposing himself!
Moreover, he could also get information about Dark Broadsword from the Longevity Immortal Venerable!
…
The sky gradually brightened, and the orange-yellow color sprinkled on the waves, which undulated up and down, carrying the ship.
In one of the inconspicuous ships, Soul-chasing Demon Monarch, who was dressed like a scholar in white, sat on the main seat. He stood tall and upright, looking around at his subordinates and the heterodox demons who had come to help him.
"Everyone, I've received confirmation that the brat is hiding in the grain and oil store at Linhai Xinjiekou. This time, we have to set up an inescapable net to prevent him from escaping again. Once this is done, you will be rewarded handsomely!" Soul-chasing Demon Monarch said in a deep voice.
A heterodox expert frowned and asked, "Are you sure about this news?"
"Of course." Soul-chasing Demon Monarch sneered. "His most trusted friend betrayed him!"
"So that's how it is …" The demons no longer doubted this matter. To them, betrayal was a common occurrence.
Another heterodox expert felt that the timing was not right. "Demon Monarch, it's already dawn. We might alarm the Yun family if we act rashly. A grandmaster from Eastsea Sword Village is inside!"
Soul-chasing Demon King subconsciously imitated Merciless Tyrant's calm demeanor. He said with a faint smile, "It's fine. We have so many Exterior experts. We can set up a formation in advance and suppress the aftermath near the shop. According to my information, the Yun family might decide on a Master today. There will be no shortage of disputes. They won't have the time to care about us."
"So, it's daytime, but it's better than midnight!"
After the discussion, the heterodox demons set off with Soul-chasing Demon Monarch holding the line.
A man in his thirties paced back and forth in the ship next to them, occasionally glancing at Linhai Xinjie1.
"You must succeed!
Otherwise, there will be endless troubles! "
…
In the mourning hall, the Yun family gathered with solemn expressions.
They were skeptical about the Blue-blooded People. It was fine to use it as a precaution, but opening the coffin for an autopsy would affect the Old Master's dignity. They had to think carefully!
The coffin of such a grandmaster must have been made of precious materials that could obscure one's mind. If not for Mengqi's Fruits of Karma, he would not have been able to see the key!
Ninth Childe Yun, Yun Feiyang, slowly stepped into the mourning hall with his entourage. He thought about his conversation with Madam Baihua and Ying Ning the night before.
They had been emphasizing one question: Who would benefit from the Old Master's death?
If the Old Master had lived for another ten years, Sixth Brother would have a chance of becoming a grandmaster. Thirteenth Brother would have become even more entrenched in the family's affairs. Yun Feiyang and Second Brother would not have been able to compete with them unless they had a fortuitous encounter!
In other words, if they could not find the mastermind, he and Second Brother would be the most suspicious targets. Under the premise of being careful and confirming the Master's identity as soon as possible, they were basically out of the picture!
"F * cking bastard! The Old Master's lifespan is about to run out. Who made him die a year and a half earlier?" Ninth Childe could not help cursing the mastermind inwardly. He looked at Second Master Yun with an unfriendly gaze.
"Since I didn't do it, it's most likely Second Master Yun!"
"Unfortunately, the Blue-blooded People incident happened too early and too suddenly. If I had more time, I could have easily framed Second Brother and Sixth Brother by silencing them and the evil spirit of Sect of Mistress Su. Thirteenth Brother's foundation was not yet stable and his connections were not as good as mine, so I have a chance of winning!"
Ninth Childe was angry and regretful at the same time. Suddenly, his eyes met with the tall, thin, and calm Thirteenth Childe. Both of them had their own thoughts buried deep in their minds, so it was difficult to discern anything from their gazes.
"Thirteenth Brother has always been skillful. What has he prepared this time?" Ninth Childe frowned slightly. He subconsciously recalled his "plan".
Standing in front of the coffin were a few elders of the Yun family and three people from Eastsea Sword Village. The guard beside the coffin was a doddering old man with a sad and sorrowful expression. He was Senior Yan, the Old Master's personal guard for nearly two hundred years and a Peerless Master Pro in the Five-fold Heaven. Most of the time, seeing Senior Yan was like seeing the Old Master.
He Jiu looked around and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a name being called.
"Ruan Chengde of the Ruan family of Langya is here to offer his condolences!"
"Third Childe of the Ruan family is here?
"It's not the right time!"
The Yun family members looked at each other. Rumors had already spread that the Master of the Yun family would be confirmed today. Who would choose to pay their respects now?
"Could it be that someone has roped in external help?" Ninth Childe glanced at the other three people. They all had different expressions on their faces. Yun Er lowered his head, thinking about something. Yun Liu looked at He Jiu. Yun Shisan looked calm and composed. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
Since the Ruan family of Langya had already arrived, the Yun family did not stop them. They respectfully invited Third Childe to enter.
Third Childe was a descendant of the Ruan family. He looked young, handsome, and elegant. His clothes were whiter than snow and he looked like an immortal who had been banished to the mortal world.
However, his body was slightly thin and weak, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.
"An extravagant figure who made it to the Terrestrial Rankings in his forties. How outstanding …" For a moment, the Yun family members could not take their eyes off him.
Unfortunately, he had been removed from the Terrestrial Rankings after suffering from Qi Deviation.
Third Childe bowed to the coffin and then looked at the crowd. He said in an elegant and indifferent tone,
"The Ruan family has no humble gift but only a piece of music. I hope that Old Master Yun will pass away soon. Please accept it."
It was normal for the Ruan family to offer their condolences with music. Thirteenth Childe, who was hosting the ceremony, looked at his brother and nodded in agreement.
Third Childe sat cross-legged casually on the ground, looking rather carefree and unrestrained. A guqin floated in front of him and a copper cauldron beside him, burning with a wisp of sandalwood incense.
The sleeves of his wide robe were spread out as he placed his hands on the strings.
…
Xiang Xiang, the Ferry Gang's master, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. He looked nervous and anxious, glancing at the entrance of Linhai New Street from time to time.
"Brother, you can't blame me. Wealth moves people's hearts, but power weakens kinship. You and I are friends, so help me reach new heights!"
Suddenly, he felt his ankle tighten. Wisps of cold Qi seeped into his body and quickly sealed his Vital Spirit aperture points.
"You!" His only moving eyeball shifted downwards, and he saw two terrifying pitch-black hands tightly gripping his ankles, and a familiar aura assaulted his senses.
Devil Qi corroded the deck. A figure slowly rose and lifted Chen Xiang in his hand. It was Dark Broadsword.
"Hey, aren't you surprised that I'm here?" Dark Broadsword's eyes were cold.
"The hiding place you asked me to arrange was a trap!" Chen Xiang knew Dark Broadsword well. Upon hearing this, he came to a sudden realization and felt an indescribable fear.
Dark Broadsword nodded slowly. "Yes, all of you know different hiding places. I wanted to find out who betrayed me, but I didn't expect it to be you! Have you forgotten how you became the Boat Gang's Hall Master? "
Chen Xiang suddenly burst into tears and begged for mercy. "I didn't want to, Broadsword. I was blinded by lard …"
"Blinded? You called me 'one' twice in a row. Do you think I'm a fool? " Dark Broadsword was furious. The Devil Qi in his hand flourished. Chen Xiang's entire body was corroded before he could even scream. The essence of his flesh and blood flowed into his palm.
"Clap, clap, clap!" A burst of applause rang out. A cold voice with a hint of laughter was heard. "Not bad. You killed without hesitation. How ruthless. I didn't think highly of you in vain."
Dark Broadsword's gaze froze. He wanted to escape, but he found black light rising from all directions and sealing off the junk ship. A white-robed scholar slowly walked toward them.
"Soul-chasing Demon Monarch!" Dark Broadsword turned pale with fright. "Shouldn't it be Merciless Tyrant?"
"If I knew that Soul-chasing Demon Monarch is in charge of this matter, I wouldn't have used this trick. After all, Soul-chasing Demon Monarch has suffered several losses from me. He must have a backup plan!"
"Aren't Soul-chasing and Merciless Tyrant sworn enemies?"
Dark Broadsword had only taken a glance from afar and confirmed that a heterodox demon was heading to Xinjiekou. Thus, he immediately rushed over to kill him. He didn't even know who the enemy was!
Soul-chasing Demon Monarch swept away the melancholy in his heart and laughed. "A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit. How can I not be wary of your diversion? Dark Boy, you've used up all your tricks. Today is the day you die!"
Dark Broadsword fell into despair again. Now that he was trapped in the formation and Soul-chasing Demon Monarch had seen his trump card, the Devil Mark, there was no way he could escape!
"Let's perish together!" The thought of not fearing death suddenly rose in his mind.
Just then, a soft snort was heard in the junk ship. It was not loud, but it was unusually clear and familiar.
It was Merciless Tyrant's snort! Dark Broadsword shuddered as he recognized the newcomer's identity!
Merciless Tyrant! Soul-chasing Demon Monarch's expression changed drastically. Without thinking, he opened his eyes, which shone with a strange light. With a gust of cold Qi, he dove straight into the sea and disappeared without a trace. He had fled in panic after being frightened by a snort!
It was evident that Mengqi had left a shadow in his heart and created a loophole!
Dark Broadsword had no time to react. He watched helplessly as Soul-chasing Demon Monarch fled in terror. The cabin door of the junk ship opened and an elegant middle-aged man in a green robe walked in. His temples were white and he looked slightly weathered. The middle-aged man stared at him indifferently.
"It's really Merciless Tyrant!"
"What great Devil Might!"
…
In the mourning hall, Third Childe of the Ruan Clan plucked the zither strings, producing a high-pitched sound.
The sound of the zither came one after another. It seemed as if mist had accumulated in the air.
Just as He Jiu was frowning, there was a sudden explosion in the distance. He sensed that it was a deep blue explosion in the pond of the Tie Mansion!
Along with the sound of the zither, a deep blue color gushed out from the underground river and the harbor.
"A zither sound directed at the Blue-blooded People?" Huang Taichong was quite shocked. He looked around and saw that the ordinary people were not affected.
Suddenly, the waves surged up and surged into the clouds. The deep blue color was vivid!
