Chapter 331: Investigation, Meeting an Old Acquaintance

Chen Fan formulated a set of excuses in his mind, then walked toward the palace entrance with an anxious expression.

At the entrance, he was indeed stopped by the two guards.

"Without Lord Qi's summons, no one is allowed to enter!"

Chen Fan hurriedly straightened his expression and said, "I have a lead to provide!"

"Oh?" The two men's expressions immediately turned serious, and one of them hurriedly said, "You wait here!"

He turned and entered the palace, reappearing half a minute later.

"Go in!"

Chen Fan cupped his hands and walked inside with quick steps.

Passing through the courtyard and entering the main hall, what met his eyes was a scene of a group of people drinking and making merry.

There were about ten men in the hall, each with a gorgeous woman accompanying him on either side.

Chen Fan scanned the room and immediately revealed a look of surprise; a familiar figure was actually here.

It was the traitorous teacher from National Martial Arts University, Zhao Qian!

Zhao Qian seemed to have noticed Chen Fan's gaze as well; he put down his wine cup and scrutinized Chen Fan carefully.

Chen Fan hurriedly avoided his gaze and looked at the man sitting in the seat of honor.

This person had a broad back and thick waist; sitting there, he was like an iron tower, and the mass of bulging flesh on his face made him look even more fierce and malevolent.

"This must be Lord Qi," Chen Fan couldn't help but think.

This person's aura was as vast as a mountain; Chen Fan could not see through his level, but based on his intuition, he was a powerhouse of the same caliber as Huangfu Cheng.

At this moment, the man stared at Chen Fan and said indifferently, "What lead do you have? Speak. If it is useful, I will certainly reward you heavily! But if it is useless, hmph, watch your head!"

Chen Fan hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Lord Qi, this subordinate has mastered a Qi Seeking and Tracking Technique! As long as I have a single hair from that person, I can find his aura within a hundred kilometers."

"Oh?" Lord Qi was somewhat surprised, but then immediately became furious: "If you have such a secret technique, why didn't you say so earlier!"

Chen Fan shrank his neck and said respectfully, "This is also something this subordinate only recently mastered."

The man surnamed Qi gave a grunt and looked around: "Who among you has Mo Yichen's hair?"

Everyone present shook their heads; after all, who would collect someone's hair when they had nothing better to do.

Chen Fan was secretly pleased; this was precisely his scheme—to fabricate an impossible method so that he could enter to observe the strength of these high-level figures while also being able to retreat unscathed.

"Sigh, what you said is as good as nothing. Get out," the man surnamed Qi waved his hand and said.

Chen Fan bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to reach the palace entrance, a voice suddenly called out to stop him.

"Wait a moment."

It was Zhao Qian who spoke; he looked at the man surnamed Qi in the main seat and said, "Coincidentally, after I arrived at the valley, I collected a hair from Mo Yichen's room."

Chen Fan couldn't help but be startled; he hurriedly turned back and saw Zhao Qian holding a strand of hair between his fingertips.

The man surnamed Qi laughed heartily: "Teacher Zhao is indeed famous for being meticulous."

Although Zhao Qian had joined the Beast Worship Cult, people within the cult still mostly addressed him as Teacher Zhao.

Zhao Qian looked at Chen Fan and said, "I'll give this hair to you."

Chen Fan stepped forward and took it respectfully.

He bowed to the man surnamed Qi and said, "This subordinate will definitely find Mo Yichen as soon as possible and will not fail your expectations, my Lord."

"Easy, easy." The man surnamed Qi waved his hand, signaling for Chen Fan to withdraw.

At this moment, Zhao Qian spoke again: "Wait a moment, why don't you perform your secret technique here? Perhaps Mo Yichen is hiding somewhere nearby."

Chen Fan's footsteps stopped abruptly; he struggled to suppress the agitation in his heart.

"What is wrong with this Zhao Qian? Could he have seen through my disguise?" Chen Fan muttered to himself.

But his expression remained unchanged; he pressed the hair against his glabella and feigned a set of strange movements, adding the crackling lightning at his fingertips, which actually looked somewhat like a secret technique.

After ten breaths, Chen Fan sighed and said, "My Lords, there is no sign of Mo Yichen within a hundred kilometers of here."

"Withdraw then. If you can truly find Mo Yichen with just a single hair, I will record a great merit for you!"

"Yes!" Chen Fan hurriedly withdrew.

And just at this moment, Zhao Qian spoke for the third time: "Lord Qi, I have nothing to do, so let me accompany him on this trip. If he can find Mo Yichen's tracks, I can also take action immediately to capture that old fellow."

The man surnamed Qi was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled: "Teacher Zhao is as thoughtful as ever. Then I will trouble you, Teacher Zhao."

Chen Fan and Zhao Qian walked out of the palace together, and Chen Fan cursed Zhao Qian wildly in his heart.

He did not want to waste this projection avatar.

He looked at Zhao Qian fawningly and said, "The sea is vast, and searching for people is exhausting. Lord Zhao, why not rest here? It won't be too late to notify you once I find Mo Yichen."

Zhao Qian, however, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "No need, I'll go with you."

After saying this, Zhao Qian grabbed Chen Fan and flew toward the sea.

"I'll take you to find him; that will be much faster!"

Zhao Qian's speed was extremely fast; not long after, he flew over a hundred kilometers and landed on another Island.

He tossed Chen Fan onto the ground casually, his face no longer showing a trace of a smile: "Perform your secret technique here."

Chen Fan cursed wildly in his heart; while pondering a plan to escape, he feigned the movements of that secret technique.

After ten breaths, Chen Fan said apologetically, "I didn't find him."

Zhao Qian had been staring into his eyes the whole time; the corners of his mouth suddenly curled into a smile: "Can't find him? Why don't you try again?"

Chen Fan became alert immediately: "What does Lord Zhao mean?"

"Do you know that this strand of hair is not Mo Yichen's, but my own? I am standing right in front of you, and you are telling me your secret technique cannot find the person?"

"What?!" Chen Fan's heart was shocked instantly.

This Zhao Qian had such a terrifying mind; he had actually seen through his lie so easily.

"Speak, who are you?" Zhao Qian looked at Chen Fan coldly.

"I... I don't understand what you are talking about?" Chen Fan feigned cowardice, his body involuntarily retreating.

"From the first moment you entered the great hall, I sensed that the way you looked at me was wrong; it carried hostility." Zhao Qian brushed his finger across the ring on his hand, and a Long Sword radiating a bone-chilling cold appeared in his hand.

"I guess you must be from the National Martial Arts University, right? Otherwise, there shouldn't be any other high-level Ability User harboring hostility toward me." Zhao Qian pressed forward step by step.

"How many people did your National Martial Arts University send? Tell me your scheme, how do you intend to deal with me?"

Chen Fan couldn't help but be stunned; he hadn't expected Zhao Qian to misunderstand, actually thinking he had come specifically to deal with him.

Chen Fan did not want to arouse Zhao Qian's vigilance, so he shook his head and said, "I am not a person from the National Martial Arts University, but I simply want to kill you!"

Boom! Having said that, Chen Fan unleashed his full momentum!

The next moment, a dark purple long blade appeared in his hand.

Although this was a clone, it could still communicate with the system, and he used his last ten million Killing Points to exchange for the Void Heaven-Splitting Blade.

He prepared to test whether he could kill Zhao Qian!

Of course, even if he couldn't kill him, it didn't matter; at the very least, he would cripple that high-grade Battle Soldier in his hand.

Seeing that he dared to make a move against him, Zhao Qian couldn't help but snort coldly; he flicked his wrist, and the Long Sword pointed straight at Chen Fan's heart like a silver bolt of lightning.