Chapter 31: Peace of Mind
Chapter 31: Peace of Mind
The pond's crystal-clear water shimmered, and the masked figure's hand dipped into it.
Several black carp immediately swam towards the masked figure, seemingly believing him to be a feeder.
The masked figure caught one of the fish, its body slippery and sticky.
The fish lay still, not struggling at all.
Suddenly, the masked figure laughed, "I guess I won't be eating fish after all."
With a wave of his hand, a stream of water rose, and the fish in his hand entered the flow.
The masked figure looked at the black carp, "Quickly tell your mother that you're about to embark on a journey."
He placed the fish into a bamboo tube and attached it to his waist.
His gaze fell upon the corpses on the ground, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Should I touch a corpse?"
...
Zheng Jianghe wore a black, tight-fitting outfit, his expression somber.
"Are the Black Mountain Sect disciples staying at the Chen Manor?"
The law enforcement disciple from the Golden Light Hall nodded, his eyes filled with anger that seemed ready to burst forth.
"Yes!"
Zheng Jianghe clenched a Yin Wood Pearl in his hand and crushed it.
"The Black Mountain Sect has gone too far!"
Half a month ago, Chu Tian Xiong had slaughtered the Chen family.
The family had been in the midst of a joyous celebration, but instead, dozens of them were brutally murdered in a single night, including the bride who had also descended to the Underworld.
When Zheng Jianghe arrived at the Chen Manor, he witnessed a hellish scene.
At that time, the bride's father, weary from his travels, had rushed to the Chen Manor and continuously kowtowed before Zheng Jianghe.
Zheng Jianghe couldn't forget the sight of the white-haired elder kneeling before him.
Especially later, after Chu Tian Xiong left, that stubborn father, together with his wife, had knelt outside the Divine Light Sect's mountain gate for over ten days.
Zheng Jianghe remembered it vividly.
And now, Chu Tian Xiong had chosen to stay at the Chen Manor again, with such intentions?
"Let's go to the Chen Manor!" Zheng Jianghe clenched his teeth.
Originally, he had planned to send some people to keep watch outside the Chen Manor, in case Chu Tian Xiong committed more atrocities, but after some thought, he decided to go himself.
A group of people, taking advantage of the night's cover, rushed towards the Chen Manor.
Their faces were grim, carrying a heavy atmosphere.
They knew they were powerless against Chu Tian Xiong and the other Black Mountain Sect disciples.
It was like this last time, and it would be the same this time.
"The stench of blood!" Suddenly, Zheng Jianghe halted, sniffing intently. He then demonstrated a scent amplification Dao technique, and the stench of blood became even more intense.
The source of the stench was coming from the Chen Manor, where Chu Tian Xiong and the other Black Mountain Sect disciples were.
Worry filled Zheng Jianghe's eyes.
Could it be that the Black Mountain Sect disciples had caused another slaughter in Rongcheng?
"Hurry!"
Everyone quickly increased their speed, rushing towards the Chen Manor.
At that moment, the creaking sound of the gate echoed, and a white-robed figure wearing a strange mask emerged from the Chen Manor.
Zheng Jianghe's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the masked figure, feeling wary.
A Black Mountain Sect disciple?
No, that's not right! Black Mountain Sect disciples always carried a faint stench of blood.
But this masked figure didn't have it.
How did he come out of the Chen Manor? And where were the other Black Mountain Sect disciples?
"Senior..." Zheng Jianghe hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up, "There are quite a few Black Mountain Sect disciples inside the Chen Manor. Senior, please be careful, as they are known for their ferocity."
Although the masked figure might be familiar with the Black Mountain Sect, he still issued a warning to avoid any mishaps.
When Qi Yuan saw Zheng Jianghe, he recognized him as well.
His voice was hoarse, "The Black Mountain Sect disciples are quite well-behaved. I wanted to catch some fish, so I specifically opened the gate to let me in."
Zheng Jianghe was stunned.
The other Divine Light Sect disciples were also surprised, feeling confused.
"My wife is about to give birth, so I must leave." Qi Yuan finished speaking and quickly disappeared.
Only Zheng Jianghe and the others were left, bewildered in the night.
However, Zheng Jianghe soon focused his attention on the Chen Manor's gate.
As they drew closer, the stench of blood became more intense.
He stepped forward.
Knock! Knock!
The sound of knocking echoed in the quiet night, making the surroundings seem even more mysterious.
Inside the Chen Manor, all was silent, and there was no response.
Zheng Jiang He exchanged glances with the others, a chilling thought forming in his mind.
He suppressed the excitement within.
They looked at each other, then Zheng Jiang He lifted his foot and kicked forcefully.
The Chen Manor gate swung open in response.
The group looked inside, and they all inhaled a breath of cold air.
In the courtyard of the Chen Manor, over a dozen corpses were laid out.
Zheng Jiang He spotted a severed head—it was Chu Tian Xiong's!
"Chicken Worshipping Ancestor, it's the Chicken Worshipping Ancestor!" A Divine Light Sect disciple trembled and shouted.
Zheng Jiang He looked over, and indeed, the once-mighty Chicken Worshipping Ancestor had been beheaded, his eyes wide open in disbelief.
This was a Gold Core Cultivator, a Yuan Dan True Immortal!
To die like this!
Zheng Jiang He burst into laughter, exclaiming "Good!" three times in a row.
He recalled the eccentric man he had met briefly.
Could it be...that man who did this!
Although he had his suspicions, actually witnessing it still left him in utter shock.
However, Zheng Jiang He quickly composed himself.
He knew this matter was huge, with extremely serious consequences.
The Black Mountain Sect wasn't powerful, with only a few Yuan Dan True Immortals, but behind them was the Black Chicken Old Demon.
Zheng Jiang He gave direct orders, "Someone, light a fire and burn this place down!"
The Divine Light Sect disciples hurriedly sprang into action, preparing torches to set the Chen Manor ablaze.
Zheng Jiang He wanted to destroy the evidence for the masked figure.
Though the effect might not be significant.
But it was better than nothing.
...
Outside the Divine Light Sect's mountain gate.
The sunset had long passed, and the moon slowly rose.
The Divine Light Sect at night exuded a chilly atmosphere.
An elderly man with white hair knelt outside the mountain gate, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
In his twilight years, he could lose his life at any moment.
Perhaps from a fall, perhaps from a sleep.
"Old man, go back," said an elderly woman, her once-neat hair now slightly disheveled, but her attire revealed a refined past.
"I'll kneel a while longer. If a passing immortal sees me, they might be moved to help and avenge my poor daughter, Xi Xi!"
The old woman looked at the stubborn old man, her eyes misting over.
Living in the world of cultivation as mere mortals, their fate was in the hands of the immortals.
Born in the region of the Black Mountain Sect, their destiny was grim.
But under the rule of a righteous sect like the Divine Light Sect, they might be luckier.
Yet, in the eyes of the lofty immortals, weren't they still like ants?
Facing Chu Tian Xiong, they were powerless to seek revenge, relying on the Divine Light Sect for justice.
At this moment, they were like petitioners blocking the imperial procession.
Fortunately, no one here tried to persuade them to leave.
Just then, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded.
"Today's catch is a blue-and-white fish, so I'm in a good mood. Please enjoy some fish soup."
Qi Yuan appeared, holding two bowls of fish soup.
The aroma was enticing.
The old man's face lit up with excitement, and he was about to kowtow, "Please, immortal, help my pitiful daughter!"
Qi Yuan flicked his fingers, and a surge of spiritual power stabilized the old man, preventing him from bowing.
Qi Yuan brought the fish soup to the couple.
"Your matter has come to the attention of the sect."
"Drink this soup and rest well."
Qi Yuan turned, a realization dawning on him, "The Great Sage spoke truly, 'If Heaven Has Feelings, It Would Grow Old, The Righteous Path of Mortals Is Changing.'"
"'Love Has Always Been Wasted, This Grudge Goes On Without End.
Justice That Comes Too Late Is Not Justice, Where My Heart Is, There Is Peace.'"
Qi Yuan continued his nonsensical ramblings.
Finally, he added one more thought.
"I hope those who hear my words won't be misled."
With that, his figure vanished.
The elderly couple repeatedly kowtowed, their eyes now filled with joy.
The immortal had noticed them!
Their perseverance had not been in vain.
Of course, in this world, most perseverance ended without resolution.
(End of Chapter)
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