Chapter 495: Could It Really Be Yao Wen Ju?

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

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

Although I secretly despised Pangzi's dishonesty, I also didn't dare hesitate; my mind quickly began to think of countermeasures.

According to the Great Holy Sect's Child Body Method, there are three types of child bodies: master child, divination child, and war child. This masked person has definitely summoned a war child; I just don't know if he has practiced the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Tianpeng Method. If not, water would be his nemesis.

But, leaving aside whether she has practiced the Tianpeng Method, even if she hasn't, in these wild mountains I don't know where to find water. This approach seems unworkable; perhaps... while looking for weaknesses in the masked person's evil spirits, 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 is said that after the upper child, the human body has two weakest points: one is the testicles, and the other is naturally the chrysanthemum.

Taking advantage of the moment when the masked person had his back to me and Pangzi fighting, I sprinted at top speed to his rear.

"Hehe, master, I'll help you open the Ren and Du meridians to further your martial arts." I gave him a sinister, bewitching smile, and without waiting for his reaction, I immediately changed my grip on the command flag, holding it straight and thrusting it into his anus.

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

However, I saw the masked person's glasses had regained clarity, showing some concern and gloom, no longer as fierce as before. This indicates the divine law embodiment has departed, and the masked person should have returned to a normal person's state.

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

Pangzi didn't go forward to block him, the key being he couldn't stop this masked person. Although my command flag thrust had driven off the child spirit on his body, his own martial arts were not bad, and Pangzi, having been seriously wounded in the earlier fight, didn't go forward to stop him; instead he watched him walk away, then came over to help me up.

"Serves you right for scheming against your father; look, you've even knocked out your own front teeth from all that scheming." Pangzi rubbed his swollen arm, gritting his teeth as he breathed heavily.

His arm was covered in one big swelling 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 was really from 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, panting from the pain; with a front tooth knocked out, my speech was leaking air.

"This water's getting deeper and deeper—first it was people from the Mei Shan Master's sect, then disciples of your Yin Shan Law Sect. Now even the Great Holy Sect, renowned as the top in Child Body Method, has shown up. Who knows, later on we might even get mixed in with the Mao Shan and Lu Shan sects; if those two sects' people appear too, this could turn into a real big dragon-phoenix affair." Pangzi slumped on the ground, vigorously rubbing his arm.

"You jinx, just these three are already enough to provoke; 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 thinking, after a moment of contemplation he suddenly jumped up.

"Oh no, Hai Sheng, the Yang Family Ancestral Tomb might be in trouble over there."

As Pangzi jumped, his left foot instantly stepped on my palm lying on the ground, making me yell out in pain with tears streaming.

"Speak properly, why rush? How could the Yang Family Ancestral Tomb possibly have trouble? You know we and the uncle have been guarding the main tomb all along." I hadn't finished speaking when Pangzi became anxious.

"No, don't you find it a bit strange? This masked black-clothed person doesn't seem like someone who broke in and got discovered; he seems more like he came out of the tomb, then was spotted by the mountain guard."

"Um... you mean this scoundrel got into the Yang Family Ancestral Tomb?" I stared at Pangzi in shock, momentarily froze, and involuntarily lowered my hand from my face. I had only noticed the masked person fighting the guard, not which direction he came from.

"Exactly, did you notice where the masked person came out? That place isn't a naturally formed cave; it was dug open by an Earth Master... thief, thief, holy shit!" Pangzi had started to mutter back to me, but before he finished speaking he suddenly widened his eyes 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, your face, there's writing on your face." Pangzi swallowed, staring fixedly at my swollen cheek.

"Writing, what characters?" I asked doubtfully.

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; is such a reaction necessary? But as soon as I said that, damn it, I also 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 true?"

"En," Pangzi nodded silently. 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 the broken glass clearly saw a Yao character about the size of a finger clearly imprinted on my swollen cheek.

This... this is real!

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

But that's not the main point; the main point is I clearly remember that Yao Wen Ju also wore a jade thumb ring on his hand, with the same kind of engraving on it. I'm not sure if it's the Yao character, but any fool 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? Could he truly be the mastermind, directing Wu Fei and Han Duo to cause trouble to no avail, then personally stepping in to sabotage the Yang family's feng shui?

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

"Pangzi, let's go—we'll first return to the ancestral tomb and meet up with QingShu Shu before saying more." I stepped forward solemnly, retracing our path.

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

From this we can infer that the masked person might also have escaped from the Yang family tomb. However, because I previously saw him fighting the guard, I mistakenly thought he had sneaked into the Yang family ancestral tomb and was discovered by the mountain guard, leading to the clash.

Moreover, shocking things didn't stop there; when Pangzi and I emerged from the tree cover, one of the mountain guards sprinted toward us at high speed.

When he reached us, he panted: "Two little... little... little masters, hurry back, the young master, the young master has died."

"What?" Pangzi and I exclaimed in unison, our hearts shocked again.

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