Chapter 42: Displaying Divine Might Before the Crowd

Cang Yin Yue’s eyebrows were like smoke, her figure standing solitary among the constables, her face veiled, her true features hidden.

Yet her gaze at the man before her now revealed unmasked scorn:

“Fu Yu, if you don’t believe, then don’t believe—have you played at false sincerity for so long that you’ve forgotten how to speak the truth?”

At these words, Fu Yu’s usually gentle expression froze; he narrowed his eyes slightly, preparing to speak.

But at that moment, Cang Yin Yue shifted her gaze past him, directly toward Ji Feiyun behind him, and asked:

“You tell me—do you believe I captured that Da Qi remnant?”

At this, Ji Feiyun fell silent for an instant, then shook his head:

“I don’t believe it at all.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than he flipped his palm and suddenly struck out.

A powerful palm wind surged forward, ripping the black cloth tightly wrapped over the cart.

The next instant, the four corpses lying on the cart were fully exposed before everyone.

The constables before the Six Ministries Hall all turned to stare at the bodies; soon, they began shouting in shock.

“The Dead-Faced Old Man!”

“Crippled Grass-Flyer!”

“This must be… the Crimson She-Demon…”

“And as for this soldier with the severed arm… could he really be the Da Qi remnant we’ve been hunting all along?”

…

At that moment, Ji Feiyun also stood frozen, staring at the four corpses on the cart, his pale face shifting with conflicting emotions.

Gong Lishan, who had been standing beside him, stepped forward quickly and approached the cart to examine the four bodies closely.

After a moment, Gong Lishan drew a deep breath, raised his head, and nodded toward Fu Yu, who had turned to look:

“Preliminary confirmation—this is undoubtedly the Da Qi remnant. I’ve seen him before; the wound on his severed arm matches precisely the injury inflicted by the elite of the Da Li Imperial Palace using the ‘Shadow-Splitting Cloud Sword Art.’”

Then, Gong Lishan’s gaze swept over the other three corpses and said:

“They are all wanted criminals of the Six Ministries. You’re surely familiar with them—they were deeply connected to the cases you previously investigated. But now, they’re all dead.”

With that, Gong Lishan turned his eyes to the necks of the four corpses, where each bore a faint dark line of blood—clearly their true cause of death.

Fu Yu stood motionless, his expression unreadable; the air around them seemed to slowly harden.

Cang Yin Yue stood nearby, arms crossed, saying nothing, merely watching calmly as the constables around her—now utterly silent—showed expressions of shock, disbelief, admiration, and more.

This feeling was even more satisfying than the time at Guanshan Snow; no wonder Li Muxian had once sighed to her:

“If a man cultivates profound martial arts but never uses them to show off, it’s utterly meaningless!”

Now she understood those words deeply.

Since she had captured criminals even the Six Ministries and the Tianjin Guard couldn’t touch, she naturally had to display her prowess before them—otherwise, such a perfect opportunity would be wasted.

“Captain Cang, how did you manage this?”

At last, Gong Lishan broke the silence, addressing Cang Yin Yue.

At these words, Fu Yu slowly turned his head toward her.

Around them, including Ji Feiyun, all the constables turned their gazes toward her.

Cang Yin Yue shook her head, offering no explanation; she only looked at Fu Yu and sneered:

“What you cannot do, others can. I’ve delivered the person you wanted—your credit must be recorded in full.”

Saying this, she turned her gaze away, scanning the surrounding constables.

At that moment, the constable who had guarded the gate hurried in with a middle-aged man in a white robe and said quickly:

“Captain Cang, I’ve brought the Records Clerk for your official report.”

Cang Yin Yue nodded, then turned to leave. But halfway, she suddenly stopped.

“By the way, one more thing.”

Cang Yin Yue turned back to Fu Yu, her voice cold and indifferent:

“Remember—I, Cang Yin Yue, do not acknowledge our engagement. I hope you will never again tell others I am your fiancée.”

With that, she turned and walked away without hesitation, disappearing swiftly into the Six Ministries Hall.

The matter of Qingshan Tower was too grave—she must personally report it to the Divine Catcher.

Meanwhile, after hearing Cang Yin Yue’s words, the surrounding constables all gaped in astonishment.

They stared at the fading back of Cang Yin Yue, then stole glances at Fu Yu, who had said nothing all along.

The leader of the Ten Famous Captains, usually so composed and level-headed, now wore a distinctly grim expression.

“Brother Fu.”

Ji Feiyun quickly spoke up to remind him.

Fu Yu finally closed his eyes gently, then slowly opened them again, shaking his head and speaking low:

“It’s fine. Yin Yue is angry because I didn’t trust her earlier. I’ll explain later—it’ll be resolved.”

With that, he glanced once at the four corpses on the cart, gave Gong Lishan a look, then turned and walked away, ignoring the constables around him.

Not long after, Gong Lishan pushed open the door to Fu Yu’s room.

“What did you find?”

Fu Yu asked coldly; Ji Feiyun, standing beside him, also turned to look at Gong Lishan.

“The Dead-Faced Old Man’s bones were shattered, his organs crushed—he’d been struck by immense force before death. The Crimson She-Demon’s skull was completely broken. Both were already incapacitated before Captain Cang killed them.”

Gong Lishan spoke slowly, then frowned and continued:

“But the Crippled Grass-Flyer and the Da Qi remnant showed no fatal injuries prior—they truly died at Captain Cang’s hands.”

“Also, before killing the Da Qi remnant, Captain Cang must have interrogated him.”

At this, Fu Yu’s expression turned thoughtful:

“Someone must have helped her—and that person is extremely powerful. Judging by the evidence, likely a half-step Martial Grandmaster… possibly even a full Martial Grandmaster.”

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned to Ji Feiyun:

“Go inform the Cang Yuan Marquis Mansion of today’s events. Also, investigate whether any strangers accompanied Cang Yin Yue on this recent trip—I need every detail related to this.”

Ji Feiyun nodded slightly, then suddenly remembered something and said:

“I once saw someone with Cang Yin Yue—he was quite unusual.”

He then recounted in full detail his encounters with Li Muxian at the tavern and the Aurora Pavilion to Fu Yu.

Fu Yu’s expression remained impassive, his eyes revealing no emotion:

“She’s becoming more interesting—she’s brought back a seven imperial prince whose identity may be fake?”

Ji Feiyun shook his head:

“Cang Yin Yue is so ugly—Brother Fu, you taking an interest in her is her greatest fortune. Yet she dares to act so spoiled and arrogant.”

At this, Fu Yu glanced at him, a flash of icy frost in his eyes.

Seeing this, Ji Feiyun immediately bowed his head:

“I spoke out of turn.”

Fu Yu withdrew his gaze and waved his hand:

“Do as I said—investigate that man’s identity. I’ll decide what to do next.”

(End of Chapter)