Chapter 234: Fear of Suicide

Mingxian stood up immediately and looked to the side.

A figure burst out of the courtyard, face dark: "I hid it so well, yet you found me?!"

"Yumian Wuchang?!"

Yan Buji widened his eyes: "Isn't that the guy I clashed with at the black market that day while trying to concoct miscellaneous pills for Foundation Establishment, a Foundation Establishment cultivator named Xu Fuzi?"

Yumian Wuchang glared hatefully at Mingxian, then at Yan Buji beside him with a vicious look, saying: "Gong Feiyu, is it you? Where's that Longqing fellow?!"

"No need for my senior brother to act! Hahaha, you brat, you've finally been caught by me!" Mingxian laughed loudly, flew over and began fighting Yumian Wuchang.

Both were Foundation Establishment cultivators, their battle range vast; Yan Buji hurriedly dodged to the side.

"Phew, phew, I just sensed a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy out of nowhere—truly a blind cat hitting a dead rat." Yan Buji's face darkened, looking at the path Mingxian had just taken; if he hadn't paused here, passing by that courtyard might have gotten him ambushed, which would be troublesome.

Though battles between Foundation Establishment cultivators are rare, Yan Buji glanced twice and saw Mingxian unleash some powerful water secret art, forming a water curtain that enclosed the surrounding space, after which he could no longer see inside.

Nor could he hear any sound!

Moreover, the commotion was significant; likely the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the city will arrive soon.

Inside the water curtain, Mingxian did not strike directly, watching the indifferent Yumian Wuchang.

"Yumian Wuchang, why did you injure Xu Fuzi?"

"I have a grudge against him, that's all!"

"Cut the nonsense—are you doing this because of that matter...? I can tell you, the Evil Dao Three Sects want your life after learning of this; you don't know Xu Fuzi's background or what important mission he bears?"

Yumian Wuchang snorted: "A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator—he can't even shoulder a dung basket, let alone an important mission."

Mingxian frowned: "Do you truly not know, or are you pretending?"

"What are you talking about?"

Mingxian waved his hand: "Forget it, you're as good as dead anyway—consider this known. This Xu Fuzi is a spy planted by Xuankan Dao into the Blood Demon Sect, aiming to assist the Blood Demon Sect in creating that Bone-Corroding Soul-Enticing Wind. You also know Xuankan Dao's territory seals something extraordinary, right?"

Yumian Wuchang staggered, his face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembling: "Could... could it be that severed limb?"

"Looks like you're not stupid—you crippled Xu Fuzi, nearly killing him; now only he knows the cultivation method of the Bone-Corroding Soul-Enticing Wind. Do you realize you've caused a huge disaster?"

Yumian Wuchang went limp as if his bones were being pulled out, sitting weakly, his face full of despair.

"Gong Feiyu, I know I deserve death, but I beg you to do something for me—if you agree, I'll give you all the resources I've gathered over the years."

"Speak."

"Watch over my wife; she's in that small cottage. Best to wait until the turmoil passes, then help her find a good husband to rely on." Having said that, Yumian Wuchang threw his Storage Accumulation Device over.

Mingxian frowned, nodded: "Alright."

Yumian Wuchang shook his head helplessly, gave a bitter smile: "Sorry, Flower, I can't spend the rest of my life with you."

Having said that, Yumian Wuchang slapped his own forehead; only a crack was heard as Yumian Wuchang bled from his seven orifices and collapsed dead.

Mingxian frowned, opened the water curtain to watch Yumian Wuchang's corpse fall to the ground, involuntarily shaking his head:

"To be bewitched by a mere mortal woman—how unworthy of a cultivator!"

"Martial Uncle?!"

Yan Buji hurried over, looking at the corpse of Yumian Wuchang that had died violently, astonished: "Martial Uncle, you're amazing—you dealt with a Foundation Establishment cultivator in such a short time?!"

"Not me, he did it himself... Well, Yuejin, you have a task: settle that woman properly, after a while."

Yan Buji organized Mingxian's words, puzzled: "You mean let the disciple avoid this turmoil and then settle that woman?"

"Exactly, and not let you work for nothing..."

Mingxian opened Yumian Wuchang's Storage Accumulation Device, casually took some things and stuffed them into Yan Buji's hands—of course the real good stuff is still inside.

Yan Buji clung to a pile of Spiritual Stones and assorted items, standing blankly to the side.

Mingxian smiled: "All right, go rest. Today you've been a big help—you caught this guy as soon as you arrived."

"Oh, yes, Martial Uncle."

Yan Buji put away the things in his bosom, turned and left.

After a while.

Hongcai Xianzi led people over, saw the corpse on the ground, puzzled: "Did he commit suicide?"

"Yeah, knowing he couldn't escape, he killed himself. But he probably didn't know Xu Fuzi's identity; he just attacked out of grudge." Mingxian said.

Hongcai frowned: "Are you sure no third party knows?"

"Besides the disciple I brought who helped me capture him, no one else knows. That disciple you needn't worry about—I never told him anything. As for you, hurry up and wake Xu Fuzi to extract the Bone-Corroding Soul-Enticing Wind cultivation method, otherwise Xuankan Dao won't let you off lightly."

"Hmph, I'll first take this corpse away; we'll talk about the rest later."

"Fine."

Mingxian watched Hongcai carry the corpse away, brows locked:

"What exactly does Xuankan Dao intend to do with that severed limb? Really melt it? If it could be melted, why back then didn't they simply seal the undying Martial Dao Grand Cultivator in five parts?"

Mingxian found it strange; even he couldn't possibly know all these high-level affairs, after all he's merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Meanwhile.

Yan Buji returned to his dwelling, began sorting through the things Mingxian had given him.

Though likely nothing valuable, still, since it seemed to come from an Evil Dao cultivator, he was curious to have a look.

"Two hundred Spiritual Stones, Spiritual Material... what's this?!"

Yan Buji froze; while tidying up he suddenly spotted a familiar object, picked it up, and was shocked:

"Isn't this the... on that small wooden square hammer?"

Yan Buji quickly retrieved the small wooden square hammer he'd left gathering dust in his Storage Accumulation Device, looked at the connecting surface on the wooden square, and shoved this wooden rod into it.

Success!

"Indeed it's from this wooden square—could this thing really be a rudder?" Yan Buji said with a puzzled expression.

Even now, having found the part, there's still no change; it can only stay in the Storage Accumulation Device awaiting opportunity.

Then Yan Buji also looked at other things, and indeed found a piece of animal hide.

On the hide was drawn something like a map, but there were no markings; he didn't know which place this map was of.