Chapter 43: Demon (Part 5)

Wang Wu isn't bragging; regarding the problem Wu Lian is currently facing—specifically the restriction placed on her body—he can indeed solve it.

Although not now, because he hasn't yet begun practicing the techniques that were sent to him on the day they gave him the 【I Am the World's Number One Assassin】 manual.

A precise operation like this is well suited to the technique called the Yin Pole Divine Sect. Even though Wang Wu hasn't started cultivating it yet, both parties are monsters, so there's no shortage of time.

"But the odds are that this can't be done this year," Wang Wu said, dousing Wu Lian's hopeful eyes with a splash of cold water.

He then added, "Moreover, I can only solve the restriction inside your body, but not the other side of the problem."

Having spent over twenty years in human society, Wu Lian naturally understood what Wang Wu meant. Consequently, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

"Next year, if luck holds, around early spring, I'll come back to He Dong County. Then I'll visit your home again, under the pretext of seeing Brother Sun," Wang Wu continued.

"I'll tell him the inn where I'm staying; if you've made up your mind by then, meet me outside the inn at midnight."

"I'll help you remove the restriction, and what you choose afterward will be up to you."

"But I must still remind you, Miss Wu,"

Having said that, Wang Wu looked at her:

"Whether you choose to break the shackles and flee with the Sun family, or accept your fate, sacrifice yourself to ensure Brother Sun's family's safety."

"In the end, they may still face the worst outcome."

"Because ever since you told Xi Men Pei about your dealings with the Sun family, their destiny has been out of their own hands and out of yours as well."

"Whether they live or die, what fate they meet is decided by your master, not by you or them."

"……"

Wu Lian listened silently, saying nothing the whole time, maintaining her silence until the two of them emerged from Wang Gu Lin.

"Thank you, Young Hero."

At that moment, she gently spoke.

"I didn't help you at all; why thank me?" Wang Wu looked at her, shook his head, and sighed.

The fox spirit saved his life; although he thought the creature was rather foolish, foolish as it was, Wang Wu was indeed grateful to her.

Moreover, she is a monster, so it's normal for her to suffer from misunderstandings in human society. It's just that her luck was poor; one mishap left her with no way out.

If possible, he would of course help Wu Lian, after all it's a debt of life.

He remounted his horse and headed to the nearest Great Peng Village. Wang Wu didn't go inside; he was still a bit afraid of being recognized, so he waited outside while Wu Lian went in to give notice.

Soon, the cavalry reappeared on the Guan Dao, this time heading for West Mang Village.

After calling the people out, Wu Lian left; she was also heading toward He Xi Xian, but soon vanished from everyone's sight.

"Young Hero Wang."

On the road to West Mang Village, Wang Lan rode up to Wang Wu and called out to him.

"What's wrong?" Wang Wu asked, looking at Wang Lan.

The silver recovered from Wang Gu Lin had already been handed over to Wang Lan, and everything the Wang Clan promised Wang Wu was given to him when they set out today.

Both the silver and the provisions were stored in a larger‑dimensional Dryworld Ring—one worn on Wang Wu's left hand, the other on his right.

Because Wang Wu insisted on refusing the thirty percent of the recovered silver, the Wang Clan gave him even more provisions.

Moreover, in recent days they commissioned clothing and shoes for Wang Wu and several women he had never met, made to the measurements Wang Wu had previously provided to the tailor shop.

In addition, there were large amounts of cloth, brocade, and silk—a considerable sum of money.

Wang Wu's identity is rather odd, shrouded in mystery everywhere, but the Wang Clan had no intention of probing the secrets behind it.

After all, idly investigating a true‑realm cultivator would be courting death for a wealthy county household. As for the possibility that Wang Wu is a monster, even Xi Men Pei didn't suspect it, let alone the Wang Clan.

"Young Hero Wang, once this matter is settled, do you have any other plans?" Wang Lan asked after a moment's hesitation.

"Nothing much," Wang Wu replied. "I'll go with you to West Mang Village again to capture those two, but after that I must leave."

He bowed his hand toward Wang Lan.

"Oh…" Wang Lan nodded after hearing Wang Wu's words. Though subtle, Wang Wu could hear the faint disappointment in her tone.

"We'll meet again someday, Miss Wang," Wang Wu said with a smile.

Wang Lan said nothing, rode off to the side on her horse. After a while, Wang Wu finally heard an almost imperceptible sound coming from her:

"Alright…"

As for Li Yuan, who had grown close to Wang Wu over the past few days and now called him 'Brother Wang,' he has been absent‑minded ever since Wu Lian left.

One can only say this fellow enjoys the jokes of the Lu family, and currently he hasn't improved much in that regard.

The subsequent events proceeded without mishap; that evil cultivator's skill was only at that level, let alone the other man and woman.

Wang Wu's party smoothly captured the man and woman cultivators in West Mang Village, and under Wang Wu's overwhelming strength they immediately confessed everything.

At the same time, they revealed additional matters concerning the Song Family of He Xi Xian, which the evil cultivator was unaware of. In Great Zhou, evil cultivators are universally condemned, and colluding with them is a death‑sentence among death‑sentences.

Before leaving Wang Gu Lin, Wang Wu also took the evil cultivator's severed head as sufficient evidence. The cultivator's body differed greatly from a normal practitioner's, especially the bones—white with black streaks—and the blood reeked.

The decapitation and processing were quite bloody, but not done by Wang Wu's own hands. Moreover, Wang Wu had already witnessed far bloodier scenes before his first personal killing, so he could endure it.

After all, living in Wang Gu Lin means daily viewing countless unique death replays. Those ghosts can't do anything to a monster like you, but they have to disgust you a bit.

As for those two people and how the Song Family, who hired them, will be dealt with, that's a matter for the Wang family; it has nothing to do with him.

"Everyone."

Outside West Mang Village, Wang Wu stood on the ground, bowed to Wang Lan and the others, and said, "We part ways here."

"Part ways here!"

The others also gave Wang Wu a solemn bow.

Thus they separated; Wang Lan's group headed toward He Dong Xian, while Wang Wu went toward He Xi Xian. On the way back, Wang Lan occasionally glanced back at Wang Wu.

But when she turned back a second time, she found Wang Wu's figure had already vanished from the Guan Dao.

She sighed and never looked back again.

(End of Chapter)