Start with acting, and you'll achieve immortality!

What could that junior sister, whom he had yet to meet, possibly bring? Li Ping couldn't figure it out all night.

As the hour of Si approached, he braved the drizzle and hurried to the prefectural governor's residence.

The rain was not very heavy.

The bluestone slabs were blackened from being polished, and the stone lions on either side of the gate were wet.

It felt like I had two breaths of cool air in my mouth.

When Li Ping arrived, Gao Min was already standing under the door waiting.

This staff member from the prefectural governor's office was still wearing a worn-out gray robe, and was carrying a stack of files.

After he walked in, he simply pointed towards the side courtyard.

"Miss Su is inside."

"Has a bad temper"

"Has the teacher already avoided the topic?"

It's best not to try and guess what's on an adult's mind.

Gao Min paused slightly.

"The events that occurred at Tingyu Garden last night have already been placed on the desks of various families this morning."

"Keep your mouth shut when you enter the mansion today."

"Open your eyes wide"

Li Ping made a cupped-hands gesture.

"I have taken Mr. Gao's teachings to heart."

He stepped through the corridor.

Rainwater dripped continuously from the corners of the eaves, pattering onto the stone steps.

It made one sound after another.

The side gate was open

A woman stood in the middle of the courtyard.

She was dressed in a black, form-fitting outfit, with a sword hanging at her waist.

The hair was tied up with an ebony hairpin

The raindrops fell three feet in front of her, as if hitting an invisible layer of air.

Sliding silently to both sides

This is the realm of Foundation Establishment.

Li Ping paused for a moment as he walked forward.

The woman also looked at him.

Her face appeared very pale, which was not due to illness.

Instead, it seems more like the cold caused by years of lack of sunlight.

However, her eyes remained perfectly calm, showing absolutely none of the enthusiasm one would expect when first meeting one's fellow disciples.

"You're Li Ping?"

"Li Ping, as a disciple, pays his respects to Senior Sister."

"I am Su Wan."

"We are currently in the early stages of foundation building."

She gave her name and tossed a wooden box over.

Li Ping reached out and caught it.

The box wasn't heavy, but it had a faint smell of blood inside.

"The teacher wants to observe whether this new piece has any value worth keeping."

Su Wandao

"The body of the man who died last night in Liuxiang, Xicheng, has just been brought into the mortuary."

Li Ping raised his gaze upwards.

"Were the dead people from the Inspector's Office?"

"The deceased's name was Zhou Cheng, and he originally worked as a clerk in the Inspector's Office."

"He disappeared three months ago, and Ren Jun had always believed that he had died in that place in the north."

Su Wan gazed at him with her eyes.

"Your good senior brother sent you to your death, but he didn't mention there was someone alive in the house."

Li Ping's heart sank for a moment.

Ren Jun did not say

The teacher was fully aware of this matter.

The junior sister standing before him was also aware of this matter.

In Jiangning's game of chess, he had just looked up

Then I discovered that there were lines all over my head.

"Where exactly was the fatal wound located?"

"A sword piercing the heart"

"This wound is very clean and neat, belonging to the unique sword technique of the Shangguan clan."

Su Wandao

"But deep within the wound lies the malevolent energy of the Si clan."

"The Shangguan family chose to openly arrest people, while the Si family chose to commit murder in secret."

"The teamwork in this play was absolutely superb."

"Is it really just what it seems?"

Li Ping repeated what he had just said.

Su Wan did not respond verbally, but simply started walking towards the outside of the mansion.

"Get on the bus"

This mortuary was located next to a mass grave in the west of the city.

As the carriage drove out of the inner city, the houses on the street gradually became shorter.

The glass lamps, spirit wine, and magnificent robes at last night's banquet for the powerful and wealthy seemed to belong to another place.

The alleyway in this place was very narrow, and sewage was constantly flowing down the base of the walls.

Several women draped in burlap were squatting under the eaves washing vegetables when they saw the carriage belonging to the prefectural governor.

He immediately lowered his head.

Su Wan sat in the car without saying a word.

Li Ping gently lifted a small portion of the carriage curtain.

A lame man was carrying a bundle of firewood on his shoulder by the roadside.

Two cultivators dressed in blue robes passed by, and the man was a little slow to dodge.

He was kicked into the mud by one of them.

The cultivator didn't even turn his head once.

The burly man got up from the ground and first glanced at the firewood he had gathered.

Then, with his head lowered, he continued walking forward.

Li Ping lowered the carriage curtain.

Do cultivators in Jiangning kill ordinary mortals without any reason?

"Do you consider mortals to be human?"

Su Wan asked the question.

They kicked the person right into the mud in the middle of the street, without even turning their head.

The person who was kicked down had to bow their head and apologize.

Su Wan remained silent for a moment

Those who dared to raise their voices in resistance have had their bones completely melted into fertilizer in the spirit field.

The car fell silent again.

The doors of this mortuary were in a crooked and askew state.

The old man guarding the gate was huddled inside the gatehouse, warming himself by the fire, when he saw the prefect's token hanging at Su Wan's waist.

They immediately led the person into the backyard.

There were seven or eight wooden planks in the room.

A white cloth was covering the corpse.

The air was filled with the mixed smells of incense ash, herbs, and rotting flesh.

Li Ping spotted Zhou Cheng in the innermost corner.

The corpse was nearly forty years old, and his facial skin was bluish-gray.

There is a sword hole in his chest that runs from the left side to the right side.

Black frost had formed around the wound, making it look as if it had been frozen by some cold, eerie object.

Su Wan took out a silver needle and inserted it into the corpse's wound.

The silver needles turned black in the blink of an eye.

"The needle tip is blackened; it is indeed the Si family's Bone-Melting Yin Sha."

She began to speak.

Li Ping first focused his gaze on Zhou Cheng's hands.

The palms of both hands are rough from being worn down, and there are thick calluses on the base of the thumbs.

There was still a little cinnabar on my right index finger.

As a clerk in the governor's office, my daily work involved writing and reviewing files.

So it's not surprising that he has calluses on his palms.

But embedded in the nail crease of his right little finger was a speck of bluish-green rust.

Li Ping bent his legs, lowered his body, and squatted down.

"There was verdigris under his fingernails, which suggests he had scratched at rusty bronze objects before he died."

Su Wan glanced at him

Have you ever been to No. 7 Willow Lane?

Li Pingdao

"Last night I only glanced at it briefly from outside the wall; there was a dried-up well in the yard."

"Furthermore, the rim of the dry well was covered with a layer of copper."

Su Wan's eyes shifted slightly at this moment.

"The copper plating on the well rim is not visible from outside the wall."

"A large part of the courtyard wall has collapsed, and the moonlight shines very precisely at night."

"This way, people can see it clearly."

These words were all a test.