Chapter 17: Consequences Are Your Own!

The skill card records martial arts, not martial techniques — it's internal cultivation methods.

But add the word "special," and it's different — it's an ability targeting the body's organs.

Last time it was super smell, "Heavenly Wolf Scenting the Moon."

This time it's vision — night vision!

"Among the three dead Wei Qi, was someone born with night vision?"

Chen Mu pondered.

Most ancient people had "night blindness," plainly put — a vitamin deficiency.

Because of this, once it got dark, they rarely went out.

But with so many people, occasionally one stood out — born with night vision, farsightedness, or super smell, taste, hearing, even a sixth sense.

Such people were rare, but they had always existed.

Chen Mu was clearly lucky this time, running into one of them.

Thus he picked up the "night vision" ability.

This ability was likewise very useful.

Although Chen Mu didn't have night blindness, the few times he went out at night, there was a moon in the sky casting down clear moonlight to light the road.

If the moonlight was blocked by dark clouds, he was as good as blind.

Now it was fine — with the "night vision" ability, he could go out freely at night!

……

……

Night fell.

Changde Ward.

Wu Sihai, belly full of drink, picked his teeth, swayed his body, and walked out the front door of a tavern.

"Take care on your way, Master Wu~"

The tavern's Shopkeeper, standing by the doorway, bowed to see him off. "Come again next time, ha."

"Mm~"

Wu Sihai grunted through his nose, and stepped toward the stairs.

The four big men following behind were likewise picking their teeth, or letting out belches of satisfaction.

A few diners just about to enter the door, seeing the five of them, hurriedly stepped aside. Only after Wu Sihai and his group swayed past did they huddle together to mutter, then enter the tavern.

The Shopkeeper guarding the doorway greeted them warmly — his tone far more enthusiastic than when seeing off Wu Sihai.

Wu Sihai and his group ate and drank for free.

For him to be enthusiastic — that would be a ghost!

……

The main street of Changde Ward was also a hubbub at night.

The shops on both sides of the road were basically all open.

Lantern after big red lantern hung high on the gate towers, like street lamps, lighting up the long street.

On the street, pedestrians wove through, hawkers called out.

Wu Sihai and his group of five swayed along; wherever they passed, the crowd automatically parted.

Suddenly.

Wu Sihai, walking in front, stopped his steps, raised a hand and said, "You all scatter. I didn't drink too much tonight — I can walk the rest of the way back myself."

"……Yes, boss!"

The four big men following behind heard this, cupped their fists and answered.

Then the four turned and left, chatting and laughing — one said he was going to soak in a bathhouse, another said he was going to a brothel, yet another said his hands were itching.

Wu Sihai listened to it all, with no reaction. He merely walked forward a few steps, turned into a narrow street, then into an alley, turned again and again, until he reached a secluded corner, and stopped under a willow tree.

"What is it?"

Wu Sihai suddenly spoke, his voice calm.

"The Hall Master wants to know — any news on Luo Zhaoyu's whereabouts?" a low voice rose from behind the willow tree.

"None." Wu Sihai replied. "After Luo Zhongyun died, Luo Zhaoyu vanished."

"He vanished, that's why we need you to find him — otherwise, what do we keep you around for?" The low voice behind the willow tree coldly barked. "The Hall Master says Luo Zhaoyu must be found — this is my lord's order! My lord's order must be carried out! If it can't be carried out, you know the consequences."

"……" Wu Sihai was silent.

In a dark corner less than ten meters from Wu Sihai, Chen Mu was likewise silent.

Only, deep down, somewhat startled.

Luo Zhaoyu?

Luo Zhongyun?

He remembered — Luo Zhaoyu was Luo Zhongyun's son!

Chen Mu didn't know Luo Zhaoyu.

When the Falling Cloud Martial Hall was wiped out, he had assumed Luo Zhaoyu died along with them. He hadn't expected that, coming to find Wu Sihai to cut off future trouble, he would overhear this unexpected piece of news.

Luo Zhaoyu, that survivor of Falling Cloud Martial Hall, was actually still alive!

Only, he was in hiding. Listening to the conversation between Wu Sihai and the person behind the willow tree, it seemed Luo Zhaoyu had some kind of secret on him?

The "my lord" behind them wanted that secret!

What secret Luo Zhaoyu carried, Chen Mu was certainly curious, but had no thought of investigating.

The one who wiped out Falling Cloud Martial Hall was a Heaven-Born expert.

Someone of that level — the things they want aren't something Chen Mu can touch.

Once noticed, he'd die without even knowing how.

It would also drag down Huang Feiyang and Miao Xiuxiu.

But the "Hall Master" from Wu Sihai's conversation — that piqued Chen Mu's interest.

This "Hall Master" clearly wasn't some hall master within the Blood Wolf Gang; it had to be from another gang.

The Broadsword Gang was impossible.

The Green Snake Gang?

Or the Hungry Tiger Gang to the south?

Or perhaps the Flying Dragon Gang to the north?

Thinking about it was amusing — Wu Sihai, as a big boss of the Blood Wolf Gang, was in truth a mole planted by another gang.

Interesting!

……

"Remember, you only have ten days!"

The low voice behind the willow tree said coldly, "Within ten days, you must find Luo Zhaoyu. Otherwise, bear the consequences yourself!"

As the words fell, a strange sound tore through the air with a gust, rapidly fading into the distance.

The person Wu Sihai had been talking to was gone!

Wu Sihai stood in place without moving, silent. Chen Mu also didn't move, waiting patiently.

A long while.

Wu Sihai cursed under his breath, his face dark, walked out from under the tree, and headed back the way he came.

Once the man returned to a small alley, Chen Mu, following close behind, flicked out ten flying needles.

Fwip fwip fwip~!

"Who!"

Wu Sihai, walking ahead, was suddenly alarmed. He sharply dodged to the right, evading eight needles; only two struck his arm and sank in.

"Damn it!"

Wu Sihai growled through gritted teeth. Instead of fighting back, he burst forward in a sprint.

Ambushed, with no idea of the attacker's strength.

Fleeing was the best choice.

Unfortunately…

Whoosh!

Chen Mu's figure swayed, like a slithering snake, darting after him in pursuit.

Wu Sihai sensed it again. Knowing escape was useless, he decisively let out a furious roar, mobilized all the inner force in his dantian, channeled it into both hands, turned around, and hurled a ferocious strike toward the rear.

Boom~!

Fist met palm with a muffled thud.

Then came a "crack," and along with a puff of blood mist bursting from Wu Sihai's arm, the bones of his right arm — starting from the fist — developed massive fractures.

His palm and wrist shattered outright, the entire arm looking as if it might explode.

Before Wu Sihai could scream, the tremendous force sent him stumbling backward uncontrollably.

Chen Mu pressed close behind, hands never stopping.

Bang bang boom!

Three more palms struck out. The fierce force of the Gold-Shattering Palm shattered the bones of Wu Sihai's arm, then his chest ribs, slamming his body hard into the wall. Only then did Chen Mu shift from palm to claw, locking onto Wu Sihai's throat.

"Who is the Hall Master behind you?"

Chen Mu said in a low voice.

"Mmph~"

Wu Sihai struggled to breathe, his eyes rolling white, his teeth clenched tight.

"Quite the loyal dog."

Chen Mu said coldly. No more words — with a squeeze of his hand, a "crack" rang out, the throat crushed, and Wu Sihai died on the spot.

【Corpse detected. Loot?】