Chapter 438 - 108 Parting (2/2)

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After he had eaten the bland white noodle dish, Wang Anfeng stood up to bid farewell to the old man and the youth. He didn't know whether it was psychological, but as he walked out of the charity house, he felt slightly warmer. Yan Ling was ahead of him by a step, holding a saber, while Hong Feibai bowed his head, following behind him, just stepping out of the charity house's entrance. Even if he wanted to take the coffin and the young girl inside, it wasn't something he could just carry away immediately. With Hong Feibai's martial arts at the peak of the Eighth Rank, he simply couldn't carry the coffin at full speed without damaging the girl's corpse. He would rather go slower, much slower, than allow his junior sister to be harmed. Wang Anfeng stopped, looked at Hong Feibai, but ultimately did not speak. He was a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, capable of soaring and traveling thousands of miles in a day with ease. However, the issue was that the core technique of the Divine Thieves Sect's qinggong he practiced was soaring with the wind. With his current realm, while navigating through the air, there were always two streams of Qi Force entangling around him. Naturally, his speed was extremely fast and he could also control these two streams of Qi Force to strike from midair. However, these were concentrated by the movement technique of Qinggong and not his own Inner Strength. Carrying the coffin wouldn't be a problem, but there was a significant gap in the coffin around the young girl. The pressure from rapid changes in his movements could likely cause frequent collisions with the coffin itself, injuring the corpse. After much thought, the only somewhat reliable method turned out to be as Yan Ling had mentioned, buying several fast horses in the city and traveling by cart along the official road. This would take more time, but the official road was smooth and would not likely damage the corpse. The speed of the carts also wouldn't cause the corpse and coffin to collide. From the charity house to the inner parts of Fengyue City was merely a distance of about ten miles. The three used their qinggong and hastened in the direction of the county city. From a bird's-eye view, they appeared as three streaks tearing through the morning fog, heading straight towards Fengyue, and the usually silent Hong Feibai suddenly spoke: "Mr. Wang, Brother Yan, did the two of you find the true identity of the murderer last night?" Wang Anfeng had previously stated he found 'Yi Nanping', so he maintained his silence and did not speak. Yan Ling raised his eyes, glanced at Hong Feibai and Wang Anfeng, his expression still stern and calm, and shook his head, saying: "I did find the murderer, or at least, the murderer's accomplice." "Last night I fought with him, couldn't restrain myself, and he was tight-lipped. I didn't manage to get anything out of him." "I'm sorry, Feibai." The young man's voice was calm as if reading a verdict. "I am powerless in this matter." Hong Feibai shook his head in silence, did not continue to ask, carried his junior sister's belongings on his shoulder, and his right hand tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, just subconsciously speeding up his movement technique heading towards Fengyue City. Through the thin morning fog, the tall and thick blue stone walls of the city were already distinctly visible. In the city were horse dealers, among them merchants from the herders of the Northern Lands. The north of Great Qin was an endless grassland extremely vast enough to accommodate various good horses to gallop throughout their lives, hence it produced fine horses. Therefore, the horse dealers here also sold good horses. Although they were not those famous horses with exotic beast bloodlines, many could be considered well-built and sturdy in Jianghu. After entering the city, Hong Feibai and Wang Anfeng parted ways, directly heading to the city's horse dealers. Horses and carts were a major transaction, not just something one could take away with money in the city. It required some procedures, taking some time and effort. At this moment, it was about the same time of day as when Wang Anfeng and the others had arrived in Fengyue City the day before. It was just when the civilians had finished breakfast and came out to stir around, the streets abuzz with many pedestrians, which greatly diluted the complex feelings in Wang Anfeng's heart. Traveling with Yan Ling, he pondered how to start a conversation with him when suddenly, Yan Ling stopped, turned to look at him. The young man's eyes were calm and composed, making Wang Anfeng feel somewhat uneasy inside. After sizing up the youth next to him, Yan Ling suddenly spoke, saying: "Anfeng, do you want to go with Hong Feibai to escort him back to his sect?" seaʀᴄh thё nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Wang Anfeng was slightly startled inside. Seeing his reaction, Yan Ling became even more certain, fell silent for a moment as if wanting to say something, but eventually, he only said: "Be careful on the road." "However, according to what Hong Feibai said last night, there should be no danger on this journey. Since you're worried about your friend, it's natural to accompany him. With your martial arts skills, you can also better protect the girl's body." "But if you encounter any dangers, remember to prioritize your safety." "Living people are always more important than the dead, do you understand?" Wang Anfeng felt a sense of relief inside and nodded, agreeing to each point. Yan Ling's voice paused slightly, then he suddenly shook his head, his face showing a hint of self-mockery and helplessness, and said: "I almost forgot, your martial arts skills have already surpassed mine." "This matter shouldn't be dangerous, but when traveling in Jianghu, you must be cautious. Even though your martial skill is high, it doesn't mean you'll be safe from all harm. There are many who use sinister and ruthless tactics. Especially be wary of knockout drugs when in remote taverns. Always be vigilant. Before eating, remember to check for poison..." Yan Ling kept talking as he walked with Wang Anfeng, drawing occasional glances from passersby, until they reached the Ministry of Punishment, where he finally stopped his lecture. After considering if he had forgotten anything and looking at Wang Anfeng, he paused for a few moments, then emphasized his tone and said: "Be careful on the road." Wang Anfeng laughed in response, saying: "Don't worry, Yan big brother, this time I'm just worried about a friend in trouble." "I have traveled Jianghu more than once myself." A real farewell, no matter how many words are spoken beforehand, ultimately comes down to that one word—"goodbye." Yan Ling stood under the signboard of the Ministry's courtyard, watching Wang Anfeng wave at him and then blending into the crowd, presumably going to the stables to look for Hong Feibai. Gathering his thoughts, he withdrew his gaze and walked into the Fengyue City's Ministry of Punishment. In the courtyard ahead, a tall constable wielding a steel saber was practicing a saber technique under the sunlight, casting a trail of cold glints, displaying a fair level of skill. After practicing several times and seeing Yan Ling enter, he felt a jolt of nervousness, stopped his movements, and hurried forward to bow, lifting his head and noticing no one followed behind, asked curiously: "Lord Yan, where is Constable Wang?" Yan Ling paused slightly, glanced at him, and said indifferently: "He has other urgent matters and has gone ahead. Seeing as you're here though, I have a task for you." This constable, who was nearly frightened out of his wits by the 'demon' yesterday, let out a big sigh of relief and relaxed a bit. But the gaze of Yan Ling landed on him, sending a chill down his spine, as if a glaring broad saber were slung across his back, not daring to slacken in the slightest, he bowed again, saying: "Yes!" "I don't know what instructions you have, my lord, but I will get on it right away." Yan Ling rubbed his brow, possibly due to having almost pulled an all-nighter the day before; his dark circles had grown more pronounced. After thinking a bit, he said: "Out west beyond the city gates, on the road, I left markings of the Ministry of Punishment." "There lies a corpse dressed in Nightwalker Clothes, the murderer from the recent case. Have someone bring his body back." The tall constable was startled. He then noticed the evident signs of fighting on the young man's body, his right hand wrapped in a bloodstained cloth, still clutching the Great Qin Broad Saber tightly. The blade remained sheathed, but he could already feel a strong scent of blood. This made his heart race and further deterred any laxity; he bowed again and rushed towards the inner area, soon after, the sound of him calling out loudly could be heard. Yan Ling massaged his brow again. The events of the past two days had been plentiful and chaotic, causing his forehead to ache. Murder cases, White Tiger Hall, Yi Nanping. Especially White Tiger Hall... Yan Ling's movements slightly paused; his eyes narrowed, giving a sharp, ice-cold impression. In this Jianghu, in this Imperial Court, in this world under heaven. Knowing too much means facing more dangers. Yan Ling stepped into an office room; the appointed dagger with a tiger head carving was now tucked in his robe, and the county magistrate was dozing in a chair, snoring lightly. His massive belly rhythmically rising and falling with the snores. Sometimes, knowing nothing at all is a good thing. Yan Ling approached the desk, knocked on it to wake the magistrate, who was still dazed from sleep. Before the latter could fully awake, Yan Ling threw his waist badge in front of his eyes and said lightly: "I need an urgent dispatch from Fengyue's Ministry of Punishment. Bring it quickly." PS: Today's second update is hereby delivered...

Chapter 438 - 108 Parting (2/2)

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