With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

"Give me a sniper rifle too, let's do it together," Bei Chenyan whispered to her.

"Okay." Nangong Wu handed him the sniper rifle and took out another gun for herself. "You go left, I'll go right. Shoot them in the thighs, but leave them alive."

"OK."

The two men aimed at their target and simultaneously pulled the trigger.

Bei Chenyan's shot missed, hitting the man on the left in the knee.

Nangong Wu then shot the thigh of the person on the right.

"Ahhh..."

Both of them screamed and fell to their knees.

They knew they had encountered a master, and someone with ill intentions.

The disciple on the left cried out in alarm, "Guards..."

Nangong Wu flew down and used her mind to send the two people into her spatial dimension.

Bei Chenyan followed her down. "Let's leave here first."

"Mm." Nangong Wu nodded, and the two flew away.

But instead of rushing back to Luoyan City, they climbed a nearby hill and entered the space.

Inside the space, the two people remained in the same kneeling position, their legs injured and bleeding profusely.

Disciple A looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, his eyes filled with panic.

"Who dares to injure someone from my Changyang Temple..." Disciple B, supporting himself with his sword, tried to stand up.

But the bullet hit his kneecap, and the moment he moved, he felt excruciating pain and fell to the ground with a thud.

Suddenly, two people appeared in front of him.

"Wearing white robes, he is a direct disciple," Bei Chenyan said.

"Who are you?" Disciple A raised his head and looked up at the two men.

"You don't need to know who we are." Nangong Wu looked down at him. "I'm asking you, where did Ling Yangzi hide Zhou Shaorong?"

"Zhou Shaorong..." Disciple A looked at the two faces, his pupils suddenly shrinking. "Are you from the Zhenyuan Prince's Mansion of the Western Yan Kingdom?"

"You guessed right. It seems Zhou Shaorong is hiding in your Changyang Temple, and he's still alive, isn't he?" Nangong Wu asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Disciple A's eyes flickered, his voice fierce. "I don't care who you are? You dare to harm disciples of Changyang Temple, you're dead."

"You're already in our hands, how can you expect us to die?" Nangong Wu sneered.

"Tell me where Zhou Shaorong is hiding? What is his relationship with Ling Yangzi? How could he possibly make your Changyang Temple close its gates for him for four years?"

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"You dare?" Disciple A's eyes were sinister. "Our Changyang Temple is not something your Zhenyuan Prince's Mansion can afford to offend! You'd better release us now, or else! When our master finds you, even the Emperor of Western Yan won't be able to protect your Zhenyuan Prince's Mansion!"

"Ha! What arrogance!" Aiqi scoffed, walking over to them. "Master, it seems they've offended someone. Should we teach them a lesson?"

"Alright, these two are yours! Make them talk about Zhou Shaorong and Changyang Temple. If they do, spare their lives and throw them out after the martial arts tournament."

"If they still don't know what's good for them, throw them into the crematorium," Nangong Wu ordered.

It's impossible to spare these two people's lives; saying this is just to give them the idea that there's still hope for survival.

"Alright!" Aiqi picked up one person with each hand and dragged them toward the torture chamber.

"Let's stop here for tonight. If these two still don't speak, we'll talk again tomorrow night!" Nangong Wu led Bei Chenyan out of the space, and the two returned to Luoyan City.

The next morning, Luoyan City suddenly descended into chaos, with the streets becoming extremely noisy.

Bei Chenyan was woken up by the noise, got up, opened the window, and looked outside.

Below was the main street, where the bustling pedestrians suddenly retreated to both sides, and hundreds of people dressed as disciples of Changyang Temple were inspecting each shop one by one.

"Knock knock knock..." Someone knocked on the door.

Bei Chenyan went to open the door and saw Qi Ziyang standing there. "Come in and talk."

Qi Ziyang came in, closed the door behind him, and turned around to ask, "Did you go to Changyang Temple last night too?"

"Hmm." Bei Chenyan hummed in response, walked behind the screen, picked up his clothes, and slowly put them on.

"..." Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Qi Ziyang had no idea how big a mess they had made.

"So what have you all done to make the people of Changyang Temple mobilize so much?"

"We only arrested two people," Bei Chenyan said calmly.

"No wonder." Qi Ziyang shook his head and went out again.

There's nothing these two wouldn't dare to do.

Changyang Temple holds a lofty position in the martial arts world, existing like a god. Even the emperors of great nations come to curry favor with it. Currently, apart from the Western Yan Kingdom, the national advisors of every other country come from Changyang Temple.

Now that Bei Chenyan and Nangong Wu have captured their disciple, it's like the sky has fallen.

Before long, Qi Ziyang returned, followed by Manager He carrying a water jug ​​and a waiter carrying a water basin.

The waiter put down the basin of water and left. Manager He closed the door before reporting the news outside to them:

"Master, our people have received information that someone broke into Changyang Temple last night, and two direct disciples went missing. Only two pools of blood were left on the ground. We suspect that someone deliberately retaliated against Changyang Temple."

Abbot Lingyangzi ordered a search, including checking everyone living in Luoyan City. The disciples of Changyang Temple are almost here.

"Don't worry about them." Bei Chenyan raised his hand. "If someone comes to inspect, let them inspect. If anything happens up here, you don't need to worry about it."

"Understood!" Manager He said and then left.

Qi Ziyang sat down to make tea. "It won't be that easy to get the disciples of Changyang Temple to talk."

After Bei Chenyan finished washing up, he sat down in the seat opposite him. "It's all up to us, but we have received a definite piece of information: Zhou Shaorong is in Changyang Temple."

Qi Ziyang was taken aback. "From what you're saying, this Zhou Shaorong is quite something. He can make Xuan Qingzi risk his life to save him, and he can also make Ling Yangzi close the mountain gate for him for more than four years. It really makes me curious."

Bei Chenyan drank his tea without saying a word.

Nangong Wu asked Ai Qi to interrogate the two disciples, but she didn't know how things were going.

In the room next to theirs, Nangong Wu had also woken up. After washing up, she changed into men's clothing and left the room.

Aiqi came over as soon as she saw her. "Master, there are people searching and arresting people outside."

"Hmm." Nangong Wu wasn't surprised. "How are those two doing?"

"He wouldn't say a word until he died, so I threw him into the crematorium." Aiqi said, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"I burned the body in front of that person, and he was so frightened that he confessed."

"Oh?" Nangong Wu, who had been about to leave the space, sat down on the sofa upon hearing her words. "What did you confess to?"