Chapter 489

Ji Senior Wuming paid no heed, merely holding his sword and scanning the hall endlessly.

As if with these eyes alone, he could uncover even the faintest trace.

"Are there any upper rooms left?"

Just as the group was struggling with how to deal with Ji Senior Wuming.

At the entrance, another martial figure entered—cold-eyed, draped in a red cloak, strikingly heroic.

Guo Furong happened to be bringing out food; seeing this man's distinguished bearing, her eyes widened.

She immediately rushed forward.

"Yes, yes, yes, Young Master, please come in."

Saying this, she led the fine young man inside, cleared a table for him, and had him sit down.

Then she began to ask:

"Where are you from, Young Master? What brings you to Seven Heroes Village?"

"Bu Jingyun."

The man was none other than the former head of Feiyun Hall of the Zhoutianxia Society from Yunzhou, now a member of the Qinglong Society.

Since childhood, he had been peculiar in character, disliking speech.

At the Huo Family Manor, he was deeply favored by the Lord of the manor.

Later, when the Huo Family Manor defied the Zhoutianxia Society, Xiong Na ordered them massacred in full.

Though Bu Jingyun was heartbroken beyond measure, not a single tear fell, nor did he utter a word.

Because of this, Xiong Na's men assumed he was not of the Huo family, and spared his life.

They brought him back to the Zhoutianxia Society.

Later, Bu Jingyun was taken as a disciple by Xiong Na, taught the Paiyun Palm, and his strength surged forward rapidly, fighting for Xiong Na across the land.

Because of his cold, heartless, and taciturn nature.

He earned the nickname: The Unweeping Death God!

Upon hearing he was from Yunzhou, many in the room turned to look.

Yan Xiao Liu was especially pained—he was still pretending to tally accounts.

Where had this Yunzhou man come from? Was he trying to make trouble for me?

Ji Senior Wuming merely glanced at Nie Feng, then resumed scanning the main hall.

"Young Master Bu, do you have official credentials and travel permits?"

Guo Furong, seeing the two constables weren't looking, whispered quietly while lowering her head.

"No."

Bu Jingyun said no more, pulling a pouch of silver from his chest and tossing it onto the table.

The pouch contained at least a hundred taels of silver.

Seeing so much silver, Guo Furong desperately wanted to take it.

"Bang!"

A loud crash—suddenly, a figure flew out from a room upstairs.

Then he smashed through the railing and fell into the main hall, landing right at Ji Senior Wuming's feet.

"My lord…"

The man wore a constable's uniform—he was clearly a Constable.

"Well? Did you find him?"

Ji Senior Wuming didn't even look at him, his gaze fixed on the room he'd emerged from.

"Who dares send someone to sneak into my room?"

At that moment, a man stepped out from that room—the martial guest who had earlier offered a large reward.

"Who are you? How dare you injure a Liushan Sect Constable?"

Ji Senior Wuming's eyes sharpened as he stared at the man.

"Hah! Can Liushan Sect Constables break into private homes at will?"

"Which Constable are you? State your name."

The martial guest glared back at Ji Senior Wuming, defiant and unyielding.

"I am Ji Senior Wuming, Silver Badge Constable of the Liushan Sect."

Ji Senior Wuming replied,

"And who are you?"

This man was clearly not Ji Senior Wuming's target, but to publicly challenge him—how could Ji Senior Wuming back down?

"Ji Senior Wuming? Never heard of you. I'm surnamed Xiao, a merchant from the south…"

As the man surnamed Xiao spoke, the woman traveling with him stepped out.

Though veiled, anyone who saw her could sense her anxiety.

"Big Brother Xiao, he's caught up with us…"

"So soon? Truly a haunting spirit."

The man surnamed Xiao frowned, then ignored Ji Senior Wuming entirely.

He dashed back, grabbed his pack, and prepared to leave with the woman.

Ji Senior Wuming had heard every word, yet still feared one of them might be the person he sought.

Instantly, he crossed his sword, blocking their path.

"Both of you, produce your official credentials and travel permits—I must inspect them."

As he spoke, Ji Senior Wuming kept staring at the woman.

Those who knew understood he was studying her face, confirming whether she was his target.

Those who didn't know would likely think Ji Senior Wuming was lecherous.

The man of the Xiao family clearly cherished the woman beside him; seeing Ji Senior Wuming act this way,

he didn't care what the true purpose was—he slashed out a palm strike directly.

Ji Senior Wuming flicked his wrist, and the sword shot out of its scabbard.

A streak of sword light flashed past, blocking the Xiao man's palm strike.

Then, without waiting for the Xiao man to change tactics, his other hand shot out like lightning.

"Kuihua Dianxue Shou…"

Bai Zhantang, seeing this point-striking technique, stared in awe.

Could this man be from the Kuihua Sect? But how had he never seen him before?

The Xiao man reacted with astonishing speed—he tapped lightly and used lightness skill to retreat several steps, dragging the woman with him.

Ji Senior Wuming tried to pursue further, but the Xiao man's lightness skill was truly exceptional.

Mid-air, he pulled the woman sideways and flew off.

"Bold! Intercept them!"

Ji Senior Wuming missed his target and roared in fury.

"Stay where you are!"

Suddenly, two figures burst forth along the Xiao man's path.

Their faces were identical to Ji Senior Wuming's!

In an instant, the three formed a triangular formation, surrounding the man and woman at the center.

Though the Xiao man's Wu Gong was high, carrying the woman made escape far from easy.

After dodging several rounds of Kuihua Dianxue Shou, he grew impatient.

"Ji Senior Wuming, if you keep harassing me like this, Xiao Shiyilang will no longer hold back!"

"Ah? He's Xiao Shiyilang?"

Several onlookers hiding at a distance all gasped in shock.

In the Da Song Wulin, there was a righteous bandit named Xiao Shiyilang.

His Wu Gong and lightness skill were both extraordinarily outstanding.

The imperial court had sent out the Four Famous Captains, yet none could capture him.