Uncle Tu felt guilty, after all, this was Xiaoyun Peak of the Qingyun Sect, and the Elder was stationed here. Though Uncle Tu’s cultivation was decent, he was only at the Void Comprehension Realm—enough to deal with Ye Zhiqiu, but hardly noteworthy within the Qingyun Sect.
The Sect Master of Qingyun Sect might not be particularly strong, but that was due to the sect’s rules. The other four Elders, however, were all at the Immortal Realm. Thus, Uncle Tu had to act quickly, or he risked being detected.
But no matter how carefully he planned, Uncle Tu never expected Ye Zhiqiu to be prepared in advance. This wooden cottage was supposed to be Ye Zhiqiu’s residence—so why was someone else inside?
“You… who are you?”
Uncle Tu instinctively asked, but then realized that since the assassination had failed, his priority should be escape.
With that thought, he turned to leave, only to find himself completely immobilized, unable to move a muscle.
“Since you’re already here, why rush to leave?”
“Did you really think walking away would make everything disappear?”
Chen Chang’an sneered, rising from the bed and walking over to stand before Uncle Tu.
Though it was dark, both were cultivators, and standing face to face, they could clearly see each other’s features.
When Uncle Tu saw Chen Chang’an, he was stunned—such a youthful face. But who was he?
This man wasn’t from the Qingyun Sect—was he one of Ye Zhiqiu’s people?
“Uncle Tu, you truly are Cao Jinxiu’s loyal servant, willing to go this far for her.”
Hearing this, Uncle Tu’s heart skipped a beat, but he suppressed his panic and coldly replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Cao Jinxiu? The Cao family’s young mistress? I have no connection to her.”
Admittedly, Uncle Tu wasn’t entirely witless—he didn’t pretend complete ignorance of Cao Jinxiu’s name, as that would have been too obvious.
“You’re somewhat clever, but not enough. Do you really think no one in the Qingyun Sect knows your identity?”
“Are you truly that naïve?” Chen Chang’an mocked.
Uncle Tu had been too hasty—he’d forgotten that others in the Qingyun Sect had seen him before.
“Hmph, so what if they know it’s me?”
“Ye Zhiqiu came to the Qingyun Sect to humiliate our young mistress. I merely wanted to teach him a lesson,” Uncle Tu retorted coldly.
A lesson?
Chen Chang’an scoffed. The attack earlier had clearly been meant to kill Ye Zhiqiu, not just discipline him.
“Do you think anyone will believe Cao Jinxiu had nothing to do with this?” Chen Chang’an asked with a cold smile.
“What do you want?”
“This matter has nothing to do with the young mistress! I acted on my own—she knew nothing about it!”
“You—”
“Enough. Be quiet.”
Chen Chang’an had no interest in further excuses—everyone already knew the truth.
With a wave of his hand, Chen Chang’an sealed Uncle Tu’s soul, plunging him into unconsciousness.
This man still had his uses—killing him now would be a waste.
Stepping out of the wooden cottage, Chen Chang’an found Fang Yunxi and the others waiting outside.
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at Uncle Tu, recognizing him immediately—this was the man who had accompanied Cao Jinxiu when she came to the Ye family to break off their engagement.
“Cao Jinxiu couldn’t hold back after all.”
“But what was she thinking? This move brings nothing but harm, no benefit.” Fang Yunxi frowned.
“Perhaps she simply didn’t want me alive. As for the consequences… she didn’t think them through,” Ye Zhiqiu said calmly.
“Brother Chen, how do you plan to deal with him? Hand him over to the Qingyun Sect?” Fang Yunxi asked.
“Not yet.”
“Don’t you want to see Cao Jinxiu’s reaction when Ye Zhiqiu appears on the tournament stage tomorrow?” Chen Chang’an grinned.
“Hah… that would be quite amusing.”
That night, Cao Jinxiu lay awake, her confidence in Uncle Tu’s abilities absolute.
But as she calmed down, a creeping fear took hold.
Would others truly believe Uncle Tu’s words? Would they not suspect her involvement?
Had Uncle Tu succeeded? Was he captured by Xiaoyun Peak’s people?
Tormented by endless speculation and anxiety, Cao Jinxiu sat in silence until dawn.
“What’s wrong?”
“Didn’t sleep well?”
The next day, when Lu Yun saw Cao Jinxiu, he couldn’t help but frown—why did she look so exhausted?
Cao Jinxiu forced a smile. Despite her inner turmoil, she struggled to appear normal.
“Just feeling a bit unwell. Nothing’s happened today, right?”
Her question puzzled Lu Yun. What could have happened? The martial tournament was still ongoing.
Seeing his reaction, Cao Jinxiu grew uncertain—had Uncle Tu not been caught?
Had he succeeded and fled?
If so, that would be for the best.
The eerie calm suggested nothing had occurred, leaving Cao Jinxiu conflicted.
If Ye Zhiqiu had died, things wouldn’t be this peaceful—why?
Why was nothing happening?
Boom!
Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in Cao Jinxiu’s line of sight.
The sight of Ye Zhiqiu made her soul feel as if it were about to explode.
Alive!
Ye Zhiqiu was alive?!
How?!
Had Uncle Tu failed?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Uncle Tu was at the Void Comprehension Realm—how could he fail to kill Ye Zhiqiu?
Had the Elder of Xiaoyun Peak intervened and saved him?
Her gaze darted toward the Elder of Xiaoyun Peak, but his expression was calm.
Noticing her stare, the Elder turned and met her eyes. Though puzzled, he nodded slightly—after all, she was the young sect master’s fiancée.
Not him. Not him either.
Then who?
Cao Jinxiu’s face paled, her panic evident in her trembling eyes.
Lu Yun frowned, growing increasingly concerned.
“Jinxiu, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“N-no… I just feel unwell. I’ll return to my quarters.”
“Let me escort you.”
“No need. Stay here—I’ll go alone.”
Her erratic behavior unsettled Lu Yun, but he dismissed it—perhaps she was still upset about yesterday’s incident with Ye Zhiqiu.
Chen Chang’an and the others observed Cao Jinxiu’s reaction. Watching her flee in distress, they exchanged knowing smiles.
“Zhiqiu, your task is to focus on the tournament. Leave the rest to us.”
“Understood, Master.”
“Xian’er.”
“Yes?”
“Go ahead.”
“At once, Young Master.”
Gu Xian'er nodded, then stood up and left without another word, leaving Fang Yunxi somewhat puzzled.
"Brother Chen, where is Miss Xian'er going?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"I see... very well."
"By the way, why haven’t we seen Brother Huang since last night?"
Fang Yunxi hadn’t caught sight of Da Huang since the previous evening, and his curiosity was piqued.
"Why so many questions? Just wait—you’ll know when the time comes."
"Oh..."
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