Chapter 223: Could it really be Yao Wenju?

Pangzi was being chased all over by that masked person, one hand flailing to block the masked person's fierce assault, while shouting at me, cursing: Chen Hai Sheng, you're even less reliable than Shen Yuan Ning's coward, who the hell throws sticks around like that?

I was sweating bullets, who said Shen Yuan Ning isn't reliable? He's far more reliable than you.

Although I secretly despised Pangzi's dishonesty, I didn't dare hesitate; my mind raced to think of a countermeasure.

According to the Great Holy Sect's Child Body Technique, there are three types of child bodies: attendant, diviner attendant, and warrior attendant. This masked person has definitely summoned a warrior attendant; I just don't know if he's cultivated the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Tianpeng Technique. If not, water should be his bane.

But never mind whether she's practiced the Tianpeng Technique; even if she hasn't, in these wild mountains I don't know where to find water. This plan seems unfeasible; perhaps... while looking for weaknesses in the masked person's evil influences, I noticed his perfectly round buttocks, not inferior to a woman's.

"Let's try this..." I took out the command flag, stared at the masked person's buttocks, and gave a sinister grin.

It's said that after the upper attendant, the human body has two weakest spots: one is the testicles, the other naturally is the anus.

Taking advantage of the moment when the masked person's back was turned while fighting me and Pangzi, I sprinted to his rear at top speed.

"Heh heh, master, I'll help you open the Ren and Du meridians to further your martial arts." I gave him a sinister, bewitching smile, and before he could react, I immediately changed my grip on the flag, thrusting the straight pole into his anus.

With a hum, this masked person is also a tough guy; if an ordinary person's butt were pierced like that, it would have burst open long ago, or at least they'd howl in pain. But he merely let out a muffled grunt, feeling neither pain nor itch.

However, I saw the masked person's glasses had cleared up, showing some concern and gloom, no longer as fierce as before. This indicates the divine dharma body has departed; the masked person should have reverted to a normal human state.

With a slap, just as I was feeling pleased, the masked person backhanded me hard across the mouth, flinging me away; he then pulled out the flag and staggered off toward the mountains.

Pangzi didn't go forward to block him, the key being he couldn't stop the masked person. Although my flag thrust had driven off the child spirit from his body, his own martial arts were still formidable, and Pangzi, having been badly wounded in the earlier fight, couldn't stop him either. So Pangzi just watched him leave, then came over to help me up.

"You damn trouble‑maker, look what you've done—now you've even knocked out your own front teeth." Pangzi rubbed his swollen arm, gritting his teeth as he breathed heavily.

His arm was covered in one swollen bump after another, all from blocking the masked person's stick. My condition wasn't much better either: besides losing a front tooth, my arm was flung out and hit the ground, suffering a minor injury.

"I was just testing to see if he really belonged to the Great Holy Sect, not trying to screw you over. Besides, if it weren't for me, you'd probably still be getting beaten badly by him." I covered my swollen cheek, gasping in pain; with a front tooth knocked out, my speech leaked air.

"These waters are getting deeper and deeper—first came the Mei Mountain Master's followers, then your Yin Mountain Dharma Sect brethren. Now even the top Child Body Technique sect, the Great Holy Sect, has shown up. Damn it, who knows if later the Mao Mountain Sect and Lu Mountain Sect will join in; if both those sects appear, this could turn into a real grand dragon‑phoenix showdown." Pangzi collapsed onto the ground, kneading his arm hard.

"You jinx, just these three are already enough trouble; do you really want more people? Can you handle them?" I gave him a harsh stare, continuing to rub my cheek.

Pangzi sat to the side, pondering; after a moment's silence, he suddenly sprang up.

"Shit, Hai Sheng, the Yang family ancestral tomb might be in trouble."

As Pangzi jumped, his left foot instantly stepped on the palm I had placed on the ground; I yelled out in pain, tears streaming.

"Let's talk calmly, why rush? How could anything happen at the Yang family ancestral tomb? We and Uncle have been guarding the main tomb all along." I hadn't finished speaking when Pangzi got agitated.

"No, don't you find it strange? That masked black‑clothed person doesn't seem like someone who broke in and got caught; he seems more like he came out of the grave, then was spotted by the mountain guards."

"Uh… you mean this scoundrel got into the Yang family ancestral grave?" I stared at Pangzi in disbelief, momentarily frozen, and involuntarily lowered the hand covering my face. I had only noticed the fight between the masked person and the guards, not which direction he came from.

"Exactly, did you notice where the masked person came out earlier? That spot isn't a natural cave—it looks like it was dug open by a earth‑master… stealing, stealing, holy shit!" Pangzi had been mulling it over and turned back to me, but before he could finish, his eyes widened as he stared at me, frozen like he'd seen a ghost.

"What's wrong? Keep talking, why are you staring at me? Do I have a rash on my face?" I touched my cheek; aside from the left side being more swollen, I didn't see any other problem.

"No, it's your face—there's writing on it." Pangzi swallowed, staring fixedly at my swollen cheek.

"Writing? What does it say?" I asked, puzzled.

Pangzi stammered: "One, one 'Yao' character—the Yao from Yao Yirong."

"Oh, it's just a Yao character," I snapped. What's the big deal? It's only a Yao character; do we need to overreact? But as soon as I said that, damn it, I jumped up as if I'd seen a ghost, grabbed Pangzi's sleeve and asked again: "What did you say? A Yao character—is it really there?"

"En," Pangzi nodded wordlessly. After getting his confirmation, I still wasn't fully convinced, so I rushed back to the fight scene, picked up the damaged Bagua mirror, and through its cracked glass I clearly saw a Yao character about the size of a fingertip clearly printed on my swollen cheek.

This… this is real!

I weakly lowered the Bagua mirror; my whole body felt as if struck by lightning, rooted to the ground. I carefully replayed the scene of my struggle with the masked person in my mind—his hand indeed bore a green jade thumb ring. The Yao character must have been stamped when he backhanded me too hard, leaving the mark on my face.

But that's not the point; the real issue is that I clearly remember Yao Wen Ju also wearing a jade thumb ring on his hand, with the same kind of engraving. I don't know if it's the Yao character, but anyone with half a brain knows Yao Wen Ju's surname is Yao—his thumb ring certainly wouldn't be engraved with a Yang character!

Could it be that the masked person just now really was Yao Wen Ju? He might indeed be the mastermind, having directed Wu Fei and Han Duo to cause trouble to no avail, then personally stepped in to sabotage the Yang family's feng shui?

At that moment, my heart churned like a raging river; the more I thought, the more wrong it felt, the heavier my heart became. All signs pointed to Yao Wen Ju truly being the behind‑the‑scenes mastermind.

"Pangzi, let's go—we'll head back to the ancestral tomb first, meet up with QingSongShu, then talk." I stepped forward solemnly, retracing our path.

Upon reaching the small hill where the body was found, I examined it carefully. As Pangzi said, the cave connects to the Yang family ancestral grave; its entrance is covered by dense trees, but pushing aside the foliage and looking closely at the cave's edges, one can see its shape is not natural—it was dug out by a Luoyang shovel.

From this we can infer that the masked person might also have escaped from the Yang family tomb. Only, because I'd seen him fighting the guards earlier, I got the impression he had sneaked into the Yang family ancestral tomb and was then discovered by the mountain guards, leading to the clash.

Moreover, there's more shocking news: when Pangzi and I emerged from the trees' cover, one of the mountain guards sprinted toward us at breakneck speed.

When he reached us, he panted, "You two little… little… little masters, hurry back—the young master, the young master has died."

"What?" Pangzi and I exclaimed in unison, our hearts pounding with fresh shock.

ps: I'm currently in the hospital; the night‑shift nurse is terrifying. Who said nurses are all pretty girls? I was supposed to post one chapter today, but San Ge recommended a copy to me here—thanks, Dou Ge San, for the recommendation and support. From now on, when flirting I'll test the waters first; if it's safe I won't call you, if it's unsafe I'll call you—haha… Shan Hai has returned, and Hai Sheng sincerely hopes Shan Hai will create another legend!.