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Chapter 95 Zhang Hong, You Died of Your Own Kind (4k Long Chapter, Seeking First Subscription)

Cheng Laiyun's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling of the roof.

At that moment, only one thought occupied his mind.

"Zhang Hong, how should we kill him?"

Wu Qiufeng's death was an insurmountable obstacle in his heart.

He himself didn't know why.

He had only met Wu Qiufeng three times.

But in the Wu family courtyard, there were the unfamiliar old woman and the young girl's corpse.

Wu Qiufeng's body hanging from the roof beam.

It lingered in his mind, impossible for him to shake off.

"A fifth-rank Confucian scholar with supernatural powers."

"High position and great power".

"The Zhang family of Quzhou."

"Jian is in the Emperor's heart."

Zhang Qu was able to receive the life bone bestowed by the sage and become a Confucian scholar with supernatural powers, regardless of his status, cultivation, or any other aspect.

None of them are things that he, a mere eighth-grade Mo cultivator, can contend with.

Let alone killing him?

If this idea were to get out, people would probably laugh at it.

"Should I ask my master?" Cheng Laiyun stroked his chin, smacked his lips, and nipped the idea in the bud.

impossible.

Zhang Hong is not some hermit monk.

Regardless of whether Xu Miaozhen was willing or not, even if he were really killed...

what's next?

No matter how you look at it, Zhang Hong can be considered a high-ranking official in charge of a region.

With such a high-ranking official dead, would the imperial court not investigate?

Assassination?

Nor is it possible.

He was merely an eighth-rank calligrapher.

Even though he cultivates both ink and martial arts, has the giant statue of the Ink Sect, and has many supernatural powers and trump cards at his disposal.

But assassinating someone of a higher rank is ultimately a pipe dream.

Just as he was pondering this.

"Cough cough."

A dry cough sounded from outside the door, followed by rather robust footsteps.

Cheng Laiyun turned his head and looked towards the door.

Qi Dazhuang's tall figure had arrived at some point.

"Dazhuang, you're recovering really fast!"

Cheng Laiyun stood up and walked towards the door. Looking at Qi Dazhuang, who had a rosy complexion and was completely unharmed, he clicked his tongue in amazement.

It's been less than a day.

He remembered that Qi Dazhuang had several broken bones and his body was covered in sores from being beaten.

"My supernatural powers are physical."

Qi Dazhuang's complexion wasn't good; he looked rather sullen, and his voice was hoarse: "Brother Qiufeng—"

Cheng Laiyun's good mood, which was originally good because Qi Dazhuang had recovered, vanished after being asked this question.

After a long pause, he said in a low voice, "He was buried with his mother and his sister."

"Um."

Qi Dazhuang opened his mouth and looked at Cheng Laiyun's face.

The two grown men remained silent for a long time.

Cheng Laiyun walked slowly to the table, sat down, picked up a teacup, and poured a cup for both Qi Dazhuang and himself.

After handing it to Qi Dazhuang, he broke the silence in the room first: "I won't let him die in vain."

His gaze was calm.

The tone was also nonchalant.

Qi Dazhuang took the teacup and looked at Cheng Laiyun's calm face, his heart stirred with emotion.

He frowned and said, "Isn't Zhang Lai already dead?"

Cheng Laiyun shook his head, staring intently at the teacup in his hand, and said softly, "But the person who orchestrated this matter is Zhang Hong."

Qi Dazhuang looked completely bewildered.

His憨憨 (simple-minded) eyes gleamed with wisdom: "What do you mean?"

Cheng Laiyun glanced at him, got up and walked to the window, looked out the window, and after a while said to Qi Dazhuang, "The life bone of the Tongpan Division."

"It was Zhang Hong who embezzled the funds."

"Wu Qiufeng's death was to silence him."

This is a very simple logic.

Neither Zhang Hong nor his son Zhang Lai expected that setting a trap to silence a mere guard would cost Zhang Lai his life.

Wu Qiufeng left behind only a farewell letter.

But the letter has already made everything clear.

Qi Dazhuang never doubted Cheng Laiyun's words.

His simple, honest eyes immediately lit up with a "wise" light.

"Bang!!"

His burly body, nearly ten feet tall, immediately stood up, almost knocking Cheng Laiyun's table over.

If Cheng Laiyun hadn't reacted quickly and shoved the table, the bed would probably have been smashed to pieces by now.

"Qi Dazhuang!!"

"What are you trying to do?!"

Cheng Laiyun was startled by Qi Dazhuang's sudden outburst.

"Hehe." Qi Dazhuang scratched his head sheepishly, then looked intently at Cheng Laiyun.

"I'll tell my uncle about this when he arrives!"

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Cheng Laiyun frowned: "Your martial uncle?"

Who is it?

"Hoo~" Qi Dazhuang took a deep breath, then his eyes revealed admiration: "A martial arts genius of the Wuji Sect."

"At the age of twenty-seven, he had already reached the fifth rank."

"The runner-up in this year's martial arts examination!"

"Bestowed by the sage the divine power of the life bone."

"General Advisor of Qingzhou, concurrently serving as Commander of the Prefectural Office."

"I can arrive here and take up my post in no more than half a month!"

"I'll have to bring the disciples of the Wuji Sect to welcome him at the Qujiang Wharf!"

Hearing his words.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Cheng Laiyun's eyes!

Just when I was wondering how to deal with Zhang Hong, a sharp sword appeared?!

But he wasn't happy too soon.

Instead, he took a deep breath and slowly shook his head, saying, "He stole a low-grade metal life bone from his own entourage."

"At most, we'll just find one weakness to use against us."

"It's simply not enough to bring down Zhang Hong."

Zhang Hong is backed by the Zhang family of Quzhou, a family with a history spanning thousands of years.

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He was also a highly accomplished Confucian scholar appointed by the emperor.

As long as it's not something that violates the fundamental principles of the nation.

At most, the emperor could only lift it high and then gently lower it.

At most, it's just a matter of tapping or banging.

Moreover—once they get their hands on the life bone, they'll definitely use it immediately. Why would they wait for you to come and check it?

"Alright." Qi Dazhuang sat down reluctantly.

Cheng Laiyun seemed to remember something and glanced at him: "You're an eighth-rank martial artist, and you've awakened a supernatural ability. Logically speaking, dealing with an ordinary seventh-rank martial artist shouldn't be a problem, right? How come you got beaten so badly yesterday?"

Qi Dazhuang opened his mouth, somewhat agitated, and said, "Actually, I wouldn't have lost so quickly yesterday at the Wu family's courtyard."

"Even on the way there, I had already figured out how to deal with Zhang Lai's guards."

"His original bodyguard was a big, clumsy guy. We saw each other all the time in the Tongpan Division, so we all knew each other."

At this point, Qi Dazhuang simply shrugged: "Who knew he would just change his guards?"

"

"I've never seen the one from yesterday."

"Moreover, besides him, there were two ninth-rank and one eighth-rank soldiers, all ganging up on me and beating me up—"

Ok.

Cheng Laiyun also understood.

Two fists can't beat four hands.

Qi Dazhuang had no regrets about his defeat.

"You should focus on your training from now on," Cheng Laiyun patted Qi Dazhuang on the shoulder.

Qi Dazhuang is like an old woman who lost an argument and then regrets it afterwards.

His face flushed slightly with anxiety: "It's true!"

"That big, goofy guy of mine was always inseparable from Zhang Lai!"

"We even sparred together at the Tongpan Si (prefectural magistrate's office) on weekdays."

"Basically, the moves are all understood by each other."

"His twelve-foot-long sword is no match for mine!"

Cheng Laiyun simply pursed his lips, crossed his arms, and stared indifferently at Qi Dazhuang's sophistry.

Qi Dazhuang couldn't stand the gaze any longer, his voice grew softer and softer, and then he turned his face away: "To be honest, it's been about ten days since I last saw that big, dumb guy."

"Alright." Cheng Laiyun rolled his eyes, then frowned and said, "Go and see Sister Xinxiang quickly."

"Wu Qiufeng—it's truly a pity."

"Why."

When Wu Qiufeng is mentioned...

Qi Dazhuang's eyes dimmed slightly, then he stood up and walked forward.

Watching his departing figure.

Cheng Laiyun frowned and murmured, "Zhou Linghe—"

"President Zhang Hong's military and political affairs in Qingzhou."

"Suddenly, Zhou Linghe from the Wuji Sect appeared to share power with him."

"The two of them are definitely naturally on opposite sides —"

"Using someone else to do the dirty work—is that feasible?"

Cheng Laiyun was reasoning in his mind.

This leads to the possibility of collaborating with the martial uncle mentioned by Qi Dazhuang.

He still wanted to kill Zhang Hong.

Tiangong Institute.

"Uncle Cheng! That Tang Sanzang is absolutely despicable!"

"Sun Wukong was clearly helping him fight the White Bone Demon, protecting him! And yet he still wants to drive Sun Wukong away!!"

Feng Ruoyu's petite face flushed slightly with anger as she stood aside, filled with righteous indignation.

Cheng Laiyun nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Cheng Laiyun agreed with her, Feng Ruoyu began to talk non-stop: "Tang Sanzang's brain wasn't very good either."

"A family suddenly appeared out of the deep mountains and forests. I was worried for him, but he didn't even suspect anything."

Cheng Laiyun wanted to say something more.

But then we saw something ahead.

The figure of Ling Ziyun, the master of medicine, appeared.

"Junior Brother Cheng."

Ling Ziyun looked much more haggard than usual.

With dark circles under her eyes and unsteady steps, she lay down on the grass nearby after seeing Cheng Laiyun: "I'm exhausted!"

As he spoke, he lay down in a spread-eagle position, panting heavily.

Cheng Laiyun gently patted Feng Ruoyu's head, looked at Ling Ziyun, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Don't even mention it." Ling Ziyun sighed, gazing up at the azure sky with lifeless eyes, "The entire Qujiang River, the Fujiang River, and even the Luhe River south of Qingzhou, my disciples from the Medical Sect and the yamen runners from the Tongpan Division have searched them all."

"We couldn't find any trace of the black-bellied giant serpent of the demon race."

"Later, we didn't give up and searched all the villages around Qingzhou County and the city itself, but we still found nothing."

"I feel that we can now rule out the possibility that the Black Viper infiltrated Qingzhou."

As he spoke, he pulled out the dark Spirit Tracking Disc from his robes: "Here, the Spirit Tracking Disc of the Mo Clan, returned to its rightful owner."

Cheng Laiyun took the spirit-tracing disc, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

impossible.

He used the River of Oblivion to read the memories of the dead.

It's confirmed to be in Qujiang.

Are you sure?

"What if there really are black vipers?"

Cheng Laiyun couldn't say it outright, so he could only hint at it indirectly.

The Qujiang River is very long, even meandering across the entire Dayuan River to the south.

"Impossible." Ling Ziyun struggled to sit up from the ground, let out a long breath, and looked at Cheng Laiyun, saying, "The intelligence of the lowly demon race is no different from that of ordinary livestock."

"If they have indeed infiltrated Qingzhou."

"Then it will always cause trouble."

"But it's been so long—and there's still no news of any demons causing trouble."

Cheng Laiyun's sleeve tightened slightly.

If we accept Ling Ziyun's explanation...

So—these are demons who have gained sentience?!

"What if it has developed sentience?"

Cheng Laiyun didn't want to say it outright, so he just treated it as a joke and said it with a smile.

Ling Ziyun glanced at Cheng Laiyun as if he were an idiot.

Then I realized that my gaze might have been a bit off.

He changed his expression again, nonchalantly saying, "No."

"After our Great Yuan Dynasty unified the six kingdoms, Meng Qian, the Confucian and Taoist sage of that time, set up a long Confucian and Taoist formation on the border of our Great Yuan Dynasty to resist the demon and barbarian tribes."

"Anyone with even a little bit of real strength who cultivates demonic energy will be blocked by the great formation."

"Not to mention that for a demon to awaken its intelligence, it must be at least a fifth-grade great demon."

Cheng Laiyun's expression turned serious.

In other words.

A fifth-rank demon has infiltrated Qingzhou?

What the hell is this news about breaking up the alliance?

However—it couldn't be found in the entire Qingzhou Prefecture.

If Ling Ziyun's statement is true, and there is a Confucian and Taoist formation blocking the border, how did this snake demon infiltrate Qingzhou?

"If, I mean if."

Cheng Laiyun took a deep breath: "Is there a way for the demon race, who have gained sentience, to enter the Great Yuan Dynasty?"

Ling Ziyun spread his hands: "How would I know? The Confucian-Taoist Grand Array was set up by the Confucian sage. You'd have to ask a Confucian cultivator. I'm just a medical student—"

After saying that, he lay back down on the lawn, mumbling sleepily, "I'm a little sleepy—"

Then, the sound of snoring began.

He really did fall asleep.

Looking at Ling Ziyun as she drifted off to sleep.

Cheng Laiyun's phoenix eyes slowly narrowed.

Confucianism —

Zhang Hong ————

Black viper —

Zhou Linghe————

Xuanzhu————

Zhang Lai's personal bodyguard —

Life bone —

Wu Qiufeng —

Everything that happened these days.

All the clues.

It slowly gathered in his mind.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, pieces are joined together, transformed, and then formed into a sturdy chain!

"Whoosh!"

Cheng Laiyun immediately stood up from his chair, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes!

"So that's how it is—"

He took a deep breath.

His gaze was incredibly deep and unfathomable.

"Zhang Hong, oh Zhang Hong."

"Whether it's Yan or not—Gao can't escape it."

"Uncle Cheng—Gao is a bit scary." Feng Ruoyu looked at Cheng Laiyun's sinister face.

He swallowed hard, a hint of fear showing in his large eyes.

Uh.

Cheng Laiyun came to his senses.

Meeting Feng Ruoyu's timid gaze, he gently lifted Dan, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and patted her head reassuringly.

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"It's nothing, I was just thinking about something."

"Alright then~"

For some reason, Feng Ruoyu enjoyed the feeling of Cheng Laiyun stroking her head.

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

A piercing sound came from the side.

Xu Jiayin suddenly appeared at some unknown time.

She crossed her arms and looked at Cheng Laiyun with a strange expression: "What are you doing here in broad daylight instead of cultivating?!"

"And I even boasted about my diligence to my master!"

No.

Cheng Laiyun felt that Xu Jiayin might have some kind of karmic connection to him.

Why does she always appear at a specific time?

And they can't even figure out how she got here?

"Senior sister."

Cheng Laiyun slowly stood up, offering no explanation, his eyes filled with a profound depth: "I know who stole the Xuanzhu."

Listen to this.

Xu Jiayin was somewhat bewildered.

They stole the Mystic Pearl?

Who is it?

Wasn't Xuanzhu always on Gao's body?

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