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Chapter 288 The Traceless Young Master, Blood-Red Bewitching Grass
The sedan chair was not enclosed on all sides, but was tightly wrapped and hung down with a thin, white gauze as thin as a cicada's wing.

The fabric is of excellent quality, with a hazy transparency. Under the surrounding dazzling lights, it looks as if it is shrouded in a layer of flowing jade-colored mist.

What's peculiar is that, although the sedan chair was carried by only four seemingly delicate and beautiful women, the bamboo sedan chair moved exceptionally smoothly, without any bumps on the not-so-flat street, and its steps were so quiet that it seemed to glide in mid-air.

Not only Gu Shaoan sensed something was wrong, but Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo also noticed that the four women who raised their feet had heavy steps, long breaths, and faint fluctuations of internal energy flowing through their bodies.

Their faces were indifferent, showing no signs of strain. Their gazes were fixed straight ahead, and their eyes and expressions even carried a hint of dazedness.

It seemed to be simply carrying out some predetermined instructions, completely out of place with the noisy surroundings.

As the bamboo sedan chair slowly approached, the scene inside was extremely difficult to see clearly, shrouded in the flowing shadows of the lanterns and the hazy gauze curtains.

Only through the outline of the sedan chair and the gaps in the gauze curtains, barely visible by the lamplight, could one vaguely discern a tall, slender figure sitting inside.

The figure exuded an indescribable languor and casualness, yet also seemed to possess an air of complete control.

However, there are many strange people in the martial arts world, and some martial artists have unique hobbies and peculiar interests.

Just like Zuo Lengchan, whose appearance at the Hengshan Sect was extremely bizarre, his entourage was even more extravagant than the people in the sedan chair at this moment.

As the four women and the bamboo sedan chair they were carrying passed by, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo looked away.

Immediately afterwards, a peculiar scent suddenly entered Gu Shaoan's nose.

It was upon smelling this scent that Gu Shaoan, whose expression had remained unchanged, instantly distinguished among the aromas as "Epimedium, Deer Antler Grass, Triangular Begonia, and Cypress Blood Vine".

As Gu Shaoan deciphered dozens of auras, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"This taste?"

As the scent entered his nostrils, as if sensing something, Gu Shaoan paused in his steps and turned to look at the four women carrying the sedan chair who had walked away behind him.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Yang Yan, who was standing nearby, noticed Gu Shaoan's actions and asked him curiously.

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan replied, "It's nothing, I just felt that the smell of medicine on those four maids who carried the sedan chair was a bit strange."

Zhou Zhiruo asked, "Does Master mean that those people have a problem?"

Gu Shaoan shook his head and said, "The scent of the medicine is very faint, and it is difficult to detect from this slight trace of the medicine. We don't need to worry about it for now."

Upon hearing this, the two women nodded in acknowledgment and then gathered their thoughts.

Gu Shaoan also took a deep look at the departing women before turning his gaze away.

A moment later, the three asked a few questions of the locals and, following their recommendations, arrived at a restaurant in the city.

Led by the waiter, the three of them went up to the second floor of the restaurant and chose a spot to lean against the railing.

After ordering some of the waiter's signature dishes, Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan sat by the railing, enjoying the night view of Jinzhou Prefecture.

Gu Shaoan would sometimes gaze into the distance, focusing his gaze on the myriad lights of Jinzhou Prefecture, and sometimes on the pretty faces of the two people in front of him, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face.

"Thump, thump"

However, at that moment, a sound of footsteps different from those of ordinary people suddenly reached Gu Shaoan's ears.

Turning my head, I saw the four women I had seen on the street earlier carrying a small bamboo chair up the stairs.

And sitting on that bamboo chair was a person.

Judging from his build, he should be a man.

He wore a snow-white long robe and held a folding fan in his hand.

She wore a white conical hat on her head, and her face was covered by fine veil.

At first glance, it immediately evokes the word "obsessive-compulsive disorder" (OCD).

Led by the waiter, four women carried bamboo chairs to a table next to each other that was also leaning against the railing.

After four maids lowered the sedan chair in front of the table, they stepped forward and spread clean white cloths on the table and stools, and placed some jade bowls and plates on the table.

At this point, the man sitting on the chair leaned forward, his body rising like a kite before slowly landing on the stool covered with a fine cloth.

Just as his feet touched the ground, a specially made bamboo stool was placed at the man's feet by a maid.

The white-clad man's imposing manner drew the attention of all the other diners on the second floor.

However, seeing the four beautiful women serving the man like royalty, the diners couldn't help but feel envious when they looked at him.

Who wouldn't want such a grand lifestyle?
On Gu Shaoan's side, Yang Yan used her true essence to transmit her voice: "Senior brother, senior sister, don't you think this man's situation looks a bit familiar?"

Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows slightly: "You mean, Young Master Wuhen?"

Yang Yan nodded and said, "It is said that Young Master Wuhen loves to wear white clothes and has severe mysophobia. Legend has it that when he appears, his feet never touch the ground, and there are always four women carrying his sedan chair. It seems that this person's situation is completely consistent with that Young Master Wuhen."

Immediately, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo both turned their heads to look at Gu Shaoan.

Meeting the gazes of the two women, Gu Shaoan nodded slightly and said, "When he just used his lightness skill, the fluctuations in his body were Gang Yuan, which means he was able to reach the level of Condensing Yuan into Gang in his internal energy cultivation."

With Gu Shaoan's confirmation, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo both looked enlightened.

Zhou Zhiruo transmitted her voice and said, "Legend has it that Young Master Wuhen is elusive and rarely seen. I never expected to meet him in Jinzhou Prefecture today."

Yang Yan asked curiously, "It is said that this Wuhen Gongzi had already reached the level of Ningyuan Chenggang in internal energy twenty years ago. He was knowledgeable in astronomy, geography, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, Qimen Dunjia, farmland irrigation, economics and military strategy, and could be called a genius of his generation."

"It is said that no one in the world has ever seen the true face of this Master Wuchen, and no one knows what he looks like?"

Faced with the two gossiping, Gu Shaoan couldn't help but chuckle.

However, when Gu Shaoan looked up at the Wuhen Gongzi opposite him, a hint of intriguing coldness appeared in his eyes.

Others may not know, but Gu Shaoan does.

This so-called "Traceless Gentleman" is hardly a good person.

Knowing the identity of the Unmarked Young Master, Gu Shaoan understood why he had encountered him twice in such a short period of time.

A moment later, as the food was served and Gu Shaoan took the initiative to start eating, the two women also began to eat with peace of mind.

Perhaps because of the presence of the Unmarked Young Master, Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan spoke much less than usual during the conversation.

Some topics that cannot be known to outsiders are never mentioned.

However, at that moment, a faint fragrance quietly entered Gu Shaoan's nose.

The moment the aroma filled his nostrils, Gu Shaoan's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly paused, a look of realization crossing his face. But the next instant, a cold glint flashed in Gu Shaoan's eyes as he came to his senses.

After putting down his chopsticks, Gu Shaoan picked up the teapot and refilled Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan's teacups with water.

Immediately afterward, under the questioning gazes of the two women, Gu Shaoan poured the tea and then suddenly extended his index finger and gently touched the tea in their cups.

Under the gaze of Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, the tea that Gu Shaoan touched with his index finger turned from its original bluish-green color to wine red.

Faced with this scene, the two women couldn't help but look at Gu Shaoan in astonishment.

Gu Shaoan winked slightly in response.

Years of tacit understanding led Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo to exchange a glance, then silently pick up their teacups and drink the tea in one gulp.

Setting down her teacup and picking up her chopsticks again, Zhou Zhiruo subtly activated her inner energy and transmitted her voice, "Junior brother, is there a problem?"

In response to Zhou Zhiruo's question, Gu Shaoan replied, "Yes! There was some Bewitching Poison just now."

"That is, the smell of drugs I just told you about, which I detected on the four maids who carried the sedan chair."

Influenced by Gu Shaoan, Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan also studied medicine.

However, the two women's medical skills are only considered above average in the martial arts world.

Moreover, the focus is on treating and saving lives, and we have only started to learn about detoxification and poisons in recent years.

The two might be familiar with common poisons, but they only had a superficial understanding of some special poisons.

In response, Gu Shaoan explained: "The Bewitching Powder is a special kind of poison, mainly composed of Blood Fire Bewitching Grass, which grows in places with dense poisonous miasma and has a mind-altering effect."

"The Bewitching Powder is made by combining Blood-Fire Bewitching Grass with dozens of other medicines. It has the effect of bewitching the mind and bewitching the soul."

"Generally speaking, it is used by people with ulterior motives to brainwash and control others."

"However, this medicine is rare, and the Blood-Fire Heart Grass is difficult to cultivate, so very few people know how to refine it."

"The scent of the Bewitching Powder on those four women was very faint, with only a few other drugs being noticeable. That's why I couldn't immediately tell that the scent on those four women was actually the Bewitching Powder."

Zhou Zhiruo transmitted her voice, "So, the one who poisoned you is Young Master Wuhen?"

Gu Shaoan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Yang Yan suddenly realized and transmitted her voice, "No wonder the four maids carrying the sedan chair looked a little dazed just now. It turns out they were poisoned by this Bewitching Powder."

"So, this 'Traceless Young Master' isn't a good person?"

Gu Shaoan raised his eyes and glanced at the two maids standing behind Wuhen Gongzi. He then said to his own two maids, "If they were good people, how could they use the Bewitching Heart Powder? Moreover, the four maids just now had blank and vacant eyes. It's not just the effect of the Bewitching Heart Powder; they may also have been affected by mind-controlling secret techniques such as the Soul Transfer Technique."

Zhou Zhiruo asked, "So, you're saying that my junior sister and I are being watched?"

Gu Shaoan nodded in response: "There are too many people here, let's find another place first."

After the two women nodded, Gu Shaoan called over a waiter, then took out two taels of silver from his pocket and placed it on the table before leaving with Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan.

Throughout the entire process, the Unmarked Young Master maintained a posture of drinking and eating with his head down. However, when Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan walked past him, his hand holding the jade chopsticks paused slightly.

As they caught a glimpse of Wuhen Gongzi's subtle actions, Yang Yan and Zhou Zhiruo felt a chill run down their spines.

It was at this moment that Gu Shaoan, who happened to brush past Wuhen Gongzi and his group, suddenly flicked his sleeve and put his right hand behind his back.

As her sleeves swayed, they stirred up wisps of breeze that seemed unintentional.

As the three stepped out of the restaurant, led by Gu Shaoan, they headed along the main road, their pace quickening.

The three of them eventually moved to a wooded park in the south of the city.

After stopping, Yang Yan turned her head to look behind her.

However, nothing unusual was observed.

"Senior brother, will that guy chase after us?"

In response to Yang Yan's question, Gu Shaoan calmly replied, "He has already poisoned you, which shows that he has designs on you. How could he not come after you?"

No sooner had he said that than, as if sensing something, Gu Shaoan immediately said, "They've arrived."

As soon as the words were spoken, under the cool moonlight, several snow-white figures suddenly cut through the dappled, swaying shadows of the trees deep in the garden.

But then they saw four expressionless, beautiful maids carrying a light bamboo chair, their toes gliding silently through the jagged bamboo tips and ancient pine branches in the forest.

Their dresses fluttered, yet eerily without making a sound, as if they were separated from this noisy world by a transparent barrier.

The moonlight cast flickering shadows on their pale, expressionless faces, highlighting their empty, lifeless eyes, which appeared somewhat sinister and eerie.

Ten breaths later, the bamboo chair carrying the snow-white figure of the person leaning on landed steadily on a flat bluestone about three zhang away from Gu Shaoan and the other two.

The movements were fluid and the coordination seamless, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

However, the four women's lightness skills were not top-notch, only above average, which somewhat spoiled the momentum.

As the bamboo chair fell, the four maids immediately retreated behind it like lifeless sculptures, standing with their hands at their sides, staring straight ahead into the air, their expressions utterly wooden.

His blank stare was fixed on a certain point in the void, and he lost all reaction to everything around him, including the three people opposite him, including Gu Shaoan.

It was as if the soul had already been extracted, leaving only a body driven by precise commands.

The evening breeze swept through the garden, rustling the bamboo leaves, but it couldn't dispel the somber atmosphere that had suddenly descended upon the area.

On the bamboo chair, the elusive young master, who was wrapped in snow-white from head to toe, still leaned back lazily.

He didn't rush to make a move, but through the thin, seemingly indestructible white veil of the conical hat, his invisible gaze leisurely swept over Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan.

His gaze moved slowly and clearly over the two women's exquisite faces and graceful figures.

It carries a cold and greedy quality, as if examining a precious object and evaluating it.

After a few breaths, he seemed to reluctantly spare a sliver of his gaze and place it on Gu Shaoan, who was upright and dignified in his blue robe.

The voice slowly rang out from beneath the veil of the Unmarked Young Master.

The voice was soft and casual, even somewhat nonchalant.

"Interesting. You were able to sense something was wrong and leave immediately. Tell me, how did you realize something was amiss?"

(End of this chapter)