bestfiction Chapter 194 Young Master Yan's Sorrow
Chapter 194 Young Master Yan's Sorrow
Young Master Yan strolled through the medicinal herb field, the refreshing fragrance of the herbs dispelling his gloomy mood. He had sent many people to search for the Immortal Rat Taoist, but their fate remained unknown.
This is the most troublesome part. Not knowing whether he is dead or alive means that we have no idea where he died. If he fell into the mouth of a monster, wouldn't that be a complete loss of an important seed?
This thing is not so easy to find. Even if he has no responsibility for this incident, as the person in charge of this operation, he will be under great pressure, and criticism and ridicule will fall on his head like snowflakes.
Within the Yan family, the competition is fierce. If you fall behind even slightly, you'll fall behind at every step. Your other siblings will definitely seize this opportunity to try and leave you behind.
Thinking about this made him even more depressed.
"Huang Qi, come here, still no news?"
"Young Master, no." The maid cautiously approached. It was not a good thing for Young Master Yan to call her by her name directly; it usually meant that he was very angry.
"Tell me, what are all the clues we have now?" Young Master Yan glanced sideways at the area where a pitiful mining mole was hanging upside down, the jade pendant around its neck used for communication swaying back and forth.
“Young master, this is the only clue we have about the living creature. Should we ask your second uncle to come out of seclusion and investigate its aura and spiritual power?”
"You don't have to worry about that."
Young Master Yan was very annoyed. His opponent was no ordinary person. He hadn't even established any soul contract with this demon beast, making it impossible to trace him. Could he be a professional mercenary?
"Now report to me all the information we've received since the start of the operation, I need to reorganize my thoughts."
Huang Qi dared not be negligent and, relying on her excellent memory, recounted everything one by one, including her assessment of the group that the Immortal Rat Taoist was pursuing.
"According to the information, the one in the wheelchair should be a cultivator from Wanbing Valley. Because it is very special and easy to remember, the woman is also very likely a cultivator from Wanbing Valley."
"Wanbing Valley... Hmph, it's far away, I'm not afraid. If it really falls into their hands, then we'll just find an opportunity to make our move. Once we're in the military camp, we'll be responsible for our own lives. I doubt they'll turn against the dynasty for one or two Qi Refining disciples."
“But…” Huang Qi hesitated. It would be best not to provoke trouble at this time, but she had to fulfill her duty. She forced herself to remind him, “Young master, but they will demand the enemy’s identity, and they will also participate in the endless pursuit.”
Young Master Yan's eyes instantly turned icy cold. He could think of dozens of ways to kill someone without being detected, yet this girl couldn't think of any? This...
He raised his hand to strike, but suddenly, like a deflated balloon, he slowly lowered it, his spirit and energy dissipating.
Alas, there are so many powerful beings. If they were disciples of some Nascent Soul monster, how could we even imagine their supernatural abilities?
Just like when we watch a wild beast gradually conceal itself and launch a sneak attack, successfully hunting it down, it thinks it's invincible, unaware that in our eyes it's just a fun and entertaining live stream.
Huang Qi closed her eyes in fright, but the slap didn't come down for a long time. She quietly opened her eyes again. Young Master Yan's hand moved quickly, and his palm instantly turned from a fan into a chop, striking her on the head with a hand chop.
"Did I tell you to stop? Keep talking."
"Yes, young master..."
......
After searching for a long time without success, Zhong Ming had no choice but to get on the Red Heron and leave, silently thinking to himself, "It's my fault for hurting you."
If the secret realm opens again and I'm still in the Qi Refining stage, I'll come in to find you. If I'm lucky enough to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, I'll ask someone to come to me. If I unfortunately die... well, good luck to you.
On the way back, Yue Kaishan offered to help him bandage his wound. The two grown men sat on a red heron, which made the heron fly noticeably slower.
Xuan Jing whispered to Chen Dahai, "Hey, why is this Fellow Daoist Yue so eager? If he had just stepped aside, Fairy Crimson Eyes might have gone over to help. He really has no sense of propriety."
"Fellow Daoist, please don't say that. Fellow Daoist Yue means well, and I believe the captain won't mind."
Neither of them noticed that Akame's ears twitched, and then he tapped the head of the red heron beneath him with his longbow, causing it to shriek in pain.
Meanwhile, Zhong Ming was pondering something else... what to do with the Immortal Rat Taoist's corpse.
This is concrete evidence of an attack launched by an unknown hostile force. If one had even a shred of conscience, one would surely hand it over to the higher-ups.
But I can't explain it.
I absolutely cannot hand over this Ten Thousand Souls Banner to the Spirit Retirement Home; it would be a sin not to accept what Heaven has given me.
But this Myriad Souls Blood Jade Flower is this person's ultimate goal, so...
Why would I need to know his target? I just need to know that he didn't know why he was chasing me with his beasts, and then I killed him, right?
But who should it be given to? This person is a supervisor, a "noble" position, and there might be a traitor within the army.
The person he knew was General Mu, the commander of the Canglang Army, but how could he possibly know his whereabouts? And it would be even more difficult for Yuan Xuzi, who was at the next level, to find him.
Handing it over to Xueyan felt like betraying their own people; they didn't seem to have the right to deal with this.
Zhong Ming made up his mind: he absolutely could not hand the corpse over directly to the person reviewing the points; he had to find a way to hand it over secretly.
The Foundation Establishment Realm's Su Long Mountain, I've chosen you!
Zhong Ming sighed and said to his comrades, "We'll split up and leave. You pretend I've disappeared, go out dejected, and don't bother earning those points. Keep them for yourselves."
"Brother Cuihong, what happened? Tell me, and I'll do everything I can to help you."
"I just don't know if that old guy has any accomplices. Anyway, they definitely won't recognize me now. I'll go alone."
Zhong Ming piloted the Red Heron, flew above the Crimson-Eyed Fairy, and with a somersault, threw Yue Kaishan down. The Red Heron shrieked again upon impact.
Isn't this bullying the honest heron?
Several days later, the four of them, "with faces full of grief," rushed out of the gate at the last moment before the secret realm was about to close.
Of course, it flew out of the sky.
At that moment, almost simultaneously, Young Master Yan, who had just emerged from the ground, froze. A trace of murderous intent emanated from between his brows, but he concealed it well, and the murderous intent quickly dissipated on its own, just like many people who had just crawled out of a pile of monster corpses.
Akame looked around, searching for Zhong Ming, and then... she saw that timid guy in the first squad.
A team of four is normal.
Matt stood speechlessly in front, and together with the second captain who was covering his mouth to try not to laugh too loudly, they covered most of Zhong Ming's body, leaving only his bald head exposed.