What a Disappointment

"You, go back to Qingshan Gate. Report back immediately if there is any news," the Xuanwu Patriarch patted Yuwu Jie on the chest with one palm. Yuwu Jie opened his mouth in pain, and an ice cicada flew into his mouth before being thrown out again.

"Master, is it not good to send Junior Brother Wuchen alone?" Yao Ling'er looked at the frowning Xuanwu Patriarch with concern and asked.

"No problem."

The Xuanwu Patriarch waved his hand.

"Aren't you afraid that Junior Brother Wuchen will encounter some danger?" Yao Ling'er frowned and asked.

"Junior sister, don't worry!" At this time, a man in a long robe walked over and said, "I think that so-called expert in Pingjiang City is just a smokescreen released by Qingshan Gate. It's best to let Junior Brother Wuchen take care of it."

"But..."

Yao Ling'er still seemed worried, her eyes looking towards the Xuanwu Patriarch.

"No need to worry so much," the Xuanwu Patriarch said. "Wuchen has my Skyshaking Stone with him. Even if something unexpected happens, the Skyshaking Stone can ensure he has no worries. So we just need to wait quietly in the sect for Wuchen's news."

Upon hearing this, Yao Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief.

With the Skyshaking Stone at hand, she really didn't need to worry. This was one of the Xuanwu Patriarch's few treasured artifacts.

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In less than half a day, Jing Wuchen had arrived at Pingjiang City.

Although Pingjiang City was close to the Xiuxian Sect, there were more mortals, so the city had many martial arts schools of all sizes.

However, this was not a problem for Jing Wuchen. His solution was simple and crude – go directly to kill.

He walked out of a martial arts school with a twisted smile on his sickly face, evil and cold-blooded. All the people in that martial arts school had been slaughtered.

He went to the next martial arts school.

After killing dozens of people in the martial arts school, men and women, young and old, he stepped on the head of the martial arts school and said coldly, "Tell me, what is your relationship with Qingshan Gate?"

"I, I, I really have no relationship with Qingshan Gate, please spare me..." Before he could finish speaking, a flash of cold light had already swept past his neck.

"How boring!"

The demonic face flickered with impatience. He licked the fresh blood on the dagger, stomped and smashed the martial arts school head's brains, then continued on to the next martial arts school.

Thus, following the map of Pingjiang City, Jing Wuchen massacred one martial arts school after another, leaving no one alive, men or women, young or old...

"My disciple, I bought you some candy to take with your medicine."

Yi Feng walked back with a beaming smile, holding bags large and small. He took meticulous care of this disciple.

"Thank you for your concern, Master."

Zhong Qing's face was full of gratitude, his eyes brimming with mist. Since he could remember, apart from his parents, only Yi Feng had truly been kind to him, and he secretly kept this kindness in his heart.

"Ouch."

However, as soon as Yi Feng entered, he tripped on the steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Master, are you alright!"

Zhong Qing hurried over to support Yi Feng.

"Damn these steps." Yi Feng glared at the steps. This was not the first time he had tripped over them. The design was simply inhuman.

If you stepped one step per stair, they were too short and you had to tiptoe like a woman.

If you stepped two steps per stair, it strained your hips and was even more uncomfortable!

"Master, let me fix these steps tomorrow," Zhong Qing said quickly, sincerely wanting the best for Yi Feng. He was also very enthusiastic about doing things for Yi Feng.

"Good boy."

Yi Feng rubbed his head and said, "You've just recovered from illness. We'll talk about these things after you've fully recovered. Come on, take your medicine first."

Then, master and disciple walked into the inner courtyard. After watching Zhong Qing take his medicine, Yi Feng finally relaxed, lying in a recliner basking in the sun.

Recently, he had been in a good mood.

Zhong Qing had recovered from illness.

He also had money now.

He just felt a little bored. It seemed he had become a layabout!

"Dog, come here."

Yi Feng beckoned Ao Qing. The dog wagged his tail and ran over, lying obediently under Yi Feng's feet for him to rub its belly.

On the street.

A breeze blew by, messing up the leaves on the trees.

A figure landed in front of the martial arts school. He looked at the map with his bony hand and squinted, "The last few martial arts schools, getting smaller and smaller, really disappointing!"

Licking his lips, he walked towards the martial arts school ahead.

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