Chapter 84: The Whereabouts of the Mysterious Expert (Thank you all for subscribing!)

Watching Wei Fangsong and Wang Qiyun leave, Lin Chao continued to eat his food and drink his small cup of wine.

In the pugilistic world, everyone has their own story.

Under the heavens, everyone also has their own past.

Wu Xu looked at Wei Fangsong's retreating figure: "Uncle Wei is so burly; he must be an expert in the pugilistic world!"

Lin Chao drank a cup of cloudy yellow wine.

He rarely drank the wine from outside taverns, drinking only that kind of low-quality yellow wine.

When the Old Blind Man was around, he particularly liked drinking this kind of yellow wine because it was cheap.

Lin Chao had thus acquired this habit.

He thought of Wei Fangsong: "Uncle Wei said he is a Fourth Grade martial artist."

"Fourth Grade?" Wu Xu's eyes lit up, "So strong."

Beside them, the Broken-Finger Knight spoke up: "In the pugilistic world, it isn't necessarily true that whoever is burly is strong. Fourth Grade is truly not bad.

How does that saying go? In the wilderness, there are four types of people you cannot offend."

"Which four types of people?"

"The elderly, children, seductive women, and the blind."

"I never expected that the dignified Blood-Hand Butcher would hide in a small escort agency and work as an Escort Head."

Wang Qiyun stopped his steps, a smile on his face.

The Blood-Hand Butcher was a somewhat famous expert in the pugilistic world, a Second Grade.

However, the Blood-Hand Butcher's combat power was very strong; although he was Second Grade, he had a record of defeating a First-Grade Expert.

"I also never expected that I, a mere little Escort Head, would actually trouble a Twelve File Head of the Tianji Pavilion to take action." A trace of a sigh appeared in Wei Fangsong's eyes.

The Tianji Pavilion had a total of twelve files.

The File Head of each file was at least a First-Grade Expert, with unparalleled strength.

Wei Fangsong thought that his enemies had found him through the Tianji Pavilion.

"I never thought that even after hiding my name for so many years, I would still be found by you."

Wang Qiyun was slightly stunned, but after a moment of thought, he understood the meaning behind it, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Brother Wei has misunderstood; our Tianji Pavilion has no dealings with the Blood Blade Sect.

I am looking for you this time because I have other matters to seek you out for."

"Oh?" Wei Fangsong was slightly stunned; he did not understand what the Tianji Pavilion wanted with him.

He was a Second Grade martial artist, which could be considered an expert in the pugilistic world.

But in front of a power like the Tianji Pavilion, he was just a small shrimp.

At this moment, Wang Qiyun took out a banknote: "This banknote is from the Tongbao Silver House; did it come from Brother Wei's hands?"

Wei Fangsong glanced at it, feeling puzzled inside: "I don't know, but... I did indeed spend a ten-thousand-tael banknote; I don't know if it is this one."

A look of joy appeared on Wang Qiyun's face.

"Could Brother Wei tell me how you obtained this banknote? The Tianji Pavilion will surely reward you handsomely."

Back then, the Pavilion Master gave the order to track down the whereabouts of the banknotes spent by that cloaked man.

Wang Qiyun had investigated for so many years and finally found a clue.

At that time, the wealthy merchant Liu Gangwan had exchanged six banknotes at the Tongbao Silver House.

Among them, five were the ones Wang Qiyun had received.

The remaining one was the one Wang Qiyun had recently obtained, which was the one Wei Fangsong had used.

Wei Fangsong looked at Wang Qiyun and finally spoke slowly: "Five years ago, I was passing through Feng Mountain and heard that there were rampant bandits inside.

Since my pockets were empty, I set my sights on those bandits.

However, what I didn't expect was that the Feng Mountain bandits had already been wiped out.

I just rummaged around casually at the time, and I didn't expect to find a ten-thousand-tael banknote and quite a bit of loose silver."

A ten-thousand-tael banknote was a huge sum of money for Wei Fangsong, so he naturally remembered it very clearly.

"Feng Mountain bandits?" Wang Qiyun frowned.

Although the Tianji Pavilion claimed to have the best information in the world.

However, this world was, after all, an ancient martial arts world, and information was feudal and backward.

For these years, the Tianji Pavilion had been searching for the whereabouts of the expert who wiped out the Three-Color Pavilion, but there had been no results at all.

Now, this banknote was the only clue.

"Did Brother Wei discover who wiped out the Feng Mountain bandits?" Wang Qiyun asked hurriedly.

He was searching for that cloaked man not only to know the cloaked man's identity.

More importantly, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master wished to find that person to discuss a major matter together.

Wei Fangsong shook his head: "When I arrived, the Feng Mountain bandits had all already been killed."

"What a pity." Wang Qiyun sighed.

Still no results?

Wei Fangsong looked at Wang Qiyun, his gaze filled with confusion: "This matter?"

He did not say the words that followed.

After all, this counted as prying into someone else's secrets.

Wang Qiyun laughed instead; he understood what Wei Fangsong was about to say: "This doesn't count as any secret.

You should know about the matter four years ago, when the Three-Color Pavilion was wiped out by a mysterious expert."

"Naturally, I know." Wei Fangsong's eyes lit up.

Experts of that level are naturally fascinating.

Back then, the destruction of the Three-Color Pavilion caused a huge uproar in the pugilistic world.

It was not until the last two years, when the Wind and Rain Tower appeared and replaced the Three-Color Pavilion, that the turmoil over the Three-Color Pavilion's destruction gradually calmed down.

However, information about that mysterious powerhouse has always been rumored in the pugilistic world.

The royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty even offered two million taels of silver to hunt for the whereabouts of that mysterious powerhouse.

Unfortunately, after so many years, there has been no trace at all, as if that person had never appeared.

But Wang Qiyun knew that the person truly existed, and he had even met him once.

"The silver note in your hand should be from the same batch as the one in the hands of that mysterious powerhouse."

"Ah?" Wei Fangsong was shocked.

He understood in an instant.

Could it be that the Feng Mountain bandits were killed by that mysterious powerhouse?

Just then, a figure suddenly flashed through his mind.

He immediately dismissed it.

"By the way, does that mysterious powerhouse have any other characteristics?"

Wei Fangsong was very curious.

For so many years, he had been living in seclusion at the Ping'an Escort Agency, rarely coming into real contact with the upper echelons of the pugilistic world, and his information was blocked.

"That mysterious expert was suspected to have been stabbed by the Three-Color Pavilion Master, so there should be a sword wound on his body, though the mark should not be heavy."

"So that's how it is." Wei Fangsong nodded.

Sword wounds are the most common thing for people in the pugilistic world.

Among martial arts heroes, who doesn't have a sword wound on their body?

Except for women, who might care about an ugly scar appearing on their body.

Many male martial artists even hope for more scars on their bodies to serve as their own military medals.

Wei Fangsong knew that even his own pampered young master had a faint, shallow mark on the back of his hand, which, to Wei Fangsong's discerning eye, was likely a sword wound.

Finally, Wang Qiyun asked unwillingly: "May I ask Brother Wei, when you went to the Feng Mountain bandits, did you discover any other peculiar people?"

Wei Fangsong thought for a moment and spoke slowly: "On the way to the Feng Mountain bandits, I met a youth, estimated to be twelve or thirteen years old, who found me to borrow a sword.

Seeing that he had no sword for self-defense, I lent him the sword.

He also said he would definitely pay me for borrowing the sword, but unfortunately, I never ran into him again.

That was the only living person I saw at the time."

"A youth?" Wang Qiyun shook his head, "What a pity, still no whereabouts of that senior."

"This reincarnation is still somewhat difficult."

Lin Chao sighed.

Home is indeed very difficult.

Of course, if his family were still around, perhaps it wouldn't be difficult.

But now, with his real family gone, it is very difficult.

The current Lin Chao is still living a pampered life.

Recently, three clever and dexterous maids came to the residence.

Lin Chao began to live the decadent life of a playboy.

When tired, there is someone to massage him.

When reading, there is a beauty to add fragrance to the sleeves.

Lin Chao enjoyed the treatment of a capitalist.

It felt good.

He couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder in certain societies, slaves don't think about overthrowing the slave system, but about becoming slave owners.

"As for the matter of home, I will take it one step at a time; I had better focus on improving my own strength."

Improving strength also has great benefits for Lin Chao's true self.

Although his strength will not feed back to his true self.

However, the realm, experience, and so on are all there.

This provides a lot of experience for his true self's advancement.

"Unfortunately, there seems to be no path forward." Over these four years, Lin Chao has clearly felt his cultivation slowing down.

Even though he possesses the talent of an ancient martial artist.

Ancient martial talent, the best in the world.

Yet, Lin Chao still feels that his path is nearing its end.

There is no path forward.

"In this world, is the only way to break through the bottleneck of improving strength to rely on that Immortal Corpse?"

Lin Chao frowned.

He is very familiar with the Immortal Corpse.

The destruction of the Wu'an Lord's residence was related to the finger bone of an Immortal.

Unfortunately, he did not see that finger bone.

Just then, a voice came.

"Young Master, it is I, Wei Fangsong."

Outside the courtyard, Wei Fangsong's voice came through.

"Come in." Lin Chao's gaze was calm.

Wei Fangsong entered, a conflicted expression on his face: "Young Master, there is business today, but I do not know if we should take it."

Wei Fangsong understood that although the boss was Qi Pinggui.

However, the entire vast Escort Agency was centered around the young master.

Although the young master was very young, he had always diligently practiced martial arts.

The master had hired three masters for the young master, and now the young master could be considered a Sixth Rank Martial Artist.

In this vast Ping'an Escort Agency, the young master could already be considered the second greatest expert.

"What do you mean?" Lin Chao became interested.

"The employer for this business is a Fenglan person, and they are willing to pay ten thousand taels for us to escort them to Fenglan," Wei Fangsong said slowly.

This business was indeed very absurd.

Ping'an Escort Agency was a small escort agency.

The escorts they took usually only amounted to a few hundred taels of silver.

Something like this ten thousand taels was extremely rare.

Ten thousand taels was enough to find the largest escort agency in Lin'an City, or even have several escort agencies join forces to provide the escort; this silver was enough.

"Escort them to Fenglangguo?" Lin Chao was slightly stunned, "Take it, we will take this escort."

The Immortal Corpse was closely related to Fenglangguo.

He had always wanted to go to Fenglangguo to take a look.

This time, it would be better to go and see.

As for what conspiracy might lie within this Fenglan person using ten thousand taels to hire Ping'an Escort Agency, Lin Chao did not care.

After all, Ping'an Escort Agency only had two people.

He and Wei Fangsong; he was not afraid of schemes.

"Very well."

Ping'an Escort Agency.

In the main hall.

The leading woman was somewhat restless.

Beside her, a middle-aged woman held the woman's hand: "Miss Ping, what is wrong?"

A trace of cold sweat appeared on the woman's face: "I do not know why, but staying in this Ping'an Escort Agency, I feel inexplicably terrified in my heart; I always feel that there is something unclean here."

The woman had experienced a major change since she was young, and her body was different from ordinary people.

At this moment, a maid came over and poured a cup of tea for the woman.

Miss Ping looked at this maid, a trace of terror appearing in her eyes, and she slowly opened her mouth: "Tha... thank you."

Seeing the maid leave, Miss Ping finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Ding Yi, why don't we change to another escort agency? This one makes me feel uneasy."

"Miss Ping, don't look at how small this escort agency is; in fact, the Escort Head of this escort agency is a hidden expert, the Blood-Hand Butcher.

I once saw him from afar and recognized him.

Now that we have asked him to escort us, our safety has an extra layer of protection.

Currently, Wind and Rain Tower is hunting us down, and we do not have many other choices."

Cold sweat seeped from Miss Ping's forehead, and she hesitated for a long time before replying: "Very well."

PS: I updated about 11,000 words today, doing my best.

The author will write this world slowly and unfold it gradually.

The previous world was written too quickly, so I will write this one more slowly.

After all, this is probably the last martial arts world.

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