Chapter 645

The manor in front of the Treasure Vault.

Hong Shu frowned and looked at Yao Wen: "Did you do this?"

"Absolutely not!" Yao Wen shook his head outright: "It couldn't be me, Elder Hong. Even if I were the biggest beneficiary, given my relationship with Feng Yue I'd be dying to kill him, but I'm no fool; how could I be stupid enough to break the sect rules and strike him?"

"If not you, who else could it be?"

"Then Elder Hong, don't you think, if it were me, my strength and Feng Yue's aren't far apart; even if I were confident enough to ambush and kill him, I couldn't deliver a fatal blow in one strike, so it would inevitably cause some commotion," Yao Wen said through clenched teeth.

Hong Shu frowned, thought carefully, and said: "Even if someone else acted, it couldn't be that group, right? Could you command them to act?"

"That would be even more impossible; Elder Hong, you could ask He Caifei!"

He Caifei stood aside, was startled, then quickly shook his head: "We have no deep grudges with Elder Feng, and besides, we're right in this time window; as long as the ancestors can be resurrected smoothly, we naturally wouldn't dare act rashly. Moreover, why should we let a mere Feng Yue affect our plan?"

"In the end, given Feng Yue's status, he's not worth us taking action against," He Caifei waved his hand and said.

Hong Shu nodded: "It's not you either, then who could it be? It can't be some Inner Gate elder who killed Feng Yue, can it?"

"Does Feng Yue hold a grudge against anyone?" Yao Wen asked.

He Caifei looked puzzled: "Aside from Elder Yao, I haven't heard anyone hold a deep grudge against him."

Yao Wen scowled; with Feng Yue's body gone, proving his own innocence is now impossible!

Two days later.

Yan Buji went to the Miscellaneous Duties Hall.

Hearing languid sounds coming from the room, Yan Buji approached for a look.

"Whoa, in broad daylight, Hall Master Wang has such refined tastes," Yan Buji laughed.

"Hehe, Hall Master Yan, shall we join?"

"No, I, Yan, have no such hobby."

Yan Buji squinted, looking at the familiar woman on the bed, and couldn't help but smile.

"Wang Daolong, Wang Daolong, you truly aren't afraid of death."

After a while, Yan Buji and Wang Daolong sat at a distance; Wang Daolong smacked his lips, and upon seeing Mo Dengqing's retreating figure, couldn't help but relish it endlessly.

"Hall Master Yan's medicine is truly excellent; I haven't felt youthful vigor in a long time!" Wang Daolong laughed.

"Hall Master Wang is overstating it; I merely helped you balance it," Yan Buji said.

Wang Daolong thought for a moment and asked: "Every time I take it, I always feel my palms heat up and my head gets a bit dizzy; what's going on?"

"That may be because the dosage is too high; you should gradually reduce it. So halve the previous pill formula's dosage, remove Gui Ming, Jin Suoyang, and deer antler; replace with Cassia seed, Schisandra, and purple turtle powder, each half a qian, and simmer over charcoal for one hour."

"Great, great, great!" Wang Daolong said joyfully: "But why did Hall Master Yan come over today? Is there something?"

"Alas, since Elder Feng left, the Internal Affairs Hall has stalled. Although the two Inner Gate elders are temporarily handling Outer Gate matters, if we don't catch the culprit early, those two elders probably won't leave either."

Wang Daolong furrowed his brows, squinted at Yan Buji: "Hall Master Yan is right, but this matter has no clue; even if we find the source of the Huadan fragrance, it's still hard to determine who did it."

"Hmm, hypothetically, if you were Hall Master Wang, what would you do?"

"Me?" Wang Daolong raised an eyebrow: "Hall Master Yan, don't joke."

"Just a supposition—if we were the culprit, why would we kill Feng Yue?"

Wang Daolong laughed: "Killing someone boils down to two reasons: revenge or profit; Elder Feng, although many in the Outer Gate accuse him of greed, that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to share, he can gauge the limits. So it's not that he holds a deep grudge with anyone; it's just fame and profit."

"Oh? So Hall Master Wang thinks Elder Yao did this?" Yan Buji asked.

"Hmm, although I can't be certain, if we talk about the biggest beneficiary, it would only be Elder Yao…" Wang Daolong thought, then looked at Yan Buji oddly: "You better not go out and spread rumors."

"Hahaha, don't worry." Yan Buji smiled: "But Elder Yao also knows that if this method is used, everyone's eyes will focus on him; any move he makes will surely trigger investigation, and then to avoid suspicion he would have to give up the power he holds, wouldn't he?"

"Is that so?" Wang Daolong raised an eyebrow: "Hall Master Yan, what do you mean by that?"

Hall Master Yan smiled: "Huadan fragrance, this spice is a specialty from Youming Jie, but some factions have researched it and can cultivate it in certain places. Of course, I don't know if Elder Feng has his own channels, but he somehow obtained authentic product from Youming Jie."

"I recall that Youming Jie recently seemed to have merged into one, and some factions heard they can still communicate and trade with Youming Jie cultivators. Nascent Soul cultivators can also send their spirit into Youming Jie; if my guess is right, could it be that Elder Feng was possessed by someone from Youming Jie?"

Wang Daolong squinted, stood up and stared at Yan Buji: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I mean is, Mo Dengqing is a Youming Jie cultivator; since Hall Master Wang knows this, how does he still dare to invite trouble? Or perhaps Elder Feng is scheming something—could it also be for that Sinful Corpse King?" Yan Buji thought carefully and realized that whether Inner Gate or Outer Gate, all anomalies actually point to one direction.

It's the Heavenly Corpse King sealed in Inner Gate legend, the founder of the Great Sinful Sect, the originator of the Blood Path!

As for whether it's real, Yan Buji has only heard of it and never seen it, but of course he wouldn't underestimate it.

However, Yan Buji noticed an anomaly; combining Mo Dengqing's oddity and the link to Wang Daolong, he thought of something.

Wang Daolong clasped his hands, smiled at Yan Buji: "Have you been to Youming Jie?"

"Indeed I have, but it seems you are a person of the Underworld?"

"That's right, I am indeed a cultivator of the Underworld," Wang Daolong's face turned serious, as if he didn't mind that Yan Buji would learn some secrets, and he began to speak:

"Some time ago, the Asura clan and the Raksha clan, under the command of the Starry Sky Sect, breached the Underworld, successfully seized Youming Jie, becoming the new rulers of Youming Jie, and we Underworld cultivators naturally had to find another way."

"Then you dare to reverse Yin and Yang and seize a mortal in the Yang realm; aren't you afraid of death?" Yan Buji asked curiously.

"The biggest difference between Youming Jie cultivators and the Five Realms cultivators is that the cultivated forces are different!"

"Even if the levels are similar, spiritual Qi and Yin‑Ming Qi are two distinct forces; how do they achieve compatibility?"

"Truly intriguing."

"And when Wang Daolong was possessed in front of us is no longer important; since Yan Buji dared to expose their identities, he must have been fully prepared."

"If you don't reap a benefit from them, isn't it just that you got blown up for nothing?"