Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 223 The Powerful Head Manager (8.6k long chapter)

Duan Fei asked, "What did you do?"

The cook took a deep breath and said, "Six years ago, we six brothers were full of vigor and committed all sorts of robberies, doing all sorts of evil deeds. However, we always knew our place and never messed with people we couldn't afford to offend. So, although we committed many crimes, the government never paid much attention to us, and no top sects in the martial arts world hunted us down."

But on that day, when we passed through a small village, we saw a caravan. Seeing that they were just ordinary merchants and didn't claim to be from any prestigious sect, we robbed them.

To our utter surprise, that seemingly insignificant caravan was actually transporting government silver and military weapons. We immediately realized something was wrong. We didn't know why military supplies would be escorted by an ordinary caravan, but we knew we were in grave trouble.

We destroyed the body on the spot and took everything with us, pretending that those people had stolen it themselves. We didn't dare touch any of the things; we hid them all deep in the mountains. We hid in the mountains for more than a year, only occasionally going out to buy supplies, and never coming down.

During the year or so we hid in the mountains, we ate meat like crazy, didn't practice martial arts, and fattened ourselves up to the point of being unrecognizable. We lived in constant fear. Until later, we were surprised to find that the authorities hadn't investigated the matter at all; there had been no action whatsoever.

We didn't know why, but we breathed a sigh of relief, knowing our lives were safe. However, we dared not take any more risks, so we decided to change our names and live in seclusion, and lived in that small county town for four years.

Duan Fei said in a deep voice, "You mean, we can still find that batch of military supplies and pay that you robbed back then?"

"Yes, we buried it very deep, we'll definitely be found." The cook took a deep breath and said, "Lord Duan, we know we're doomed, we ask for nothing more than to be spared the agony of being slowly sliced ​​to death, for the sake of our cooperation!"

Duan Fei's pupils contracted slightly, and he said, "If what you say is true, I can ask the government office to spare you from the death by a thousand cuts and instead behead you directly!"

"Thank you, sir!" "Thank you, sir!"

The cook and the accountant were once notorious bandits, well aware of the torture methods employed by the Six Doors (a powerful government agency). Therefore, now that they were caught, all they desired was a quick and painless death.

Immediately,

Duan Fei then gathered his men and, along with the corpses of the other six bandits from Huaihai, the cook, and the accountant, returned to the Six Doors Hundred Household Office.

Upon returning to the Hundred Households Office, Duan Fei immediately issued Gu Mo an official letter from the Six Doors accepting the wanted criminal. He did not delay at all, because as a member of the Six Doors, he had long dealt with people in the martial arts world and had naturally heard about Gu Mo's eccentricities, such as his obsessive sense of ritual in killing and capturing wanted criminals.

The moment Gu Mo received the official letter...
The system notification sounded in my mind:
[Slay/Capture five-star wanted criminals]

[Received a five-star reward - a max-level Tai Xuan Scripture]

[Whether to receive it]

……

at this moment,
Gu Mo finally obtained the legendary immortal cultivation martial arts.

This profound scripture is based on Li Bai's five-character ancient poem "The Knight-Errant". The poem consists of twenty-four lines, and each line is a unique martial art, including various techniques such as swordsmanship, lightness skills, fist techniques, and internal energy cultivation, making it very comprehensive.

This martial art has a very high concept. When it is mastered, there is no need to use internal energy or memorize specific moves. It can be used at will and at will, and has transcended the worldly martial arts.

Overall, it deserves a five-star rating not because this martial art is necessarily much stronger than the Four Illuminations Divine Art or the Bright Jade Art, but mainly because it is a highly comprehensive martial art. After mastering it, one can reach a state of complete freedom and ease, a state that is unpredictable and unstoppable. It can fuse various true energies into a higher-dimensional "attributeless primordial energy," breaking through the limitations of martial arts moves.

Soon,
It felt like a single thought, yet also like many years of profound changes.

When his consciousness returned to his body, he had already grasped the entire essence of the "Tai Xuan Jing" and achieved mastery in an instant. At this moment, his martial arts realm gained another level of transcendence and sainthood.

Different martial arts have different levels of attainment, but there is no distinction between high and low. For example, the Mingyu Gong's "Wuji Shura, Yijin Nirvana, and Danmeng Xiaoyao" and the Si Zhao Shen Gong's "Martial Saint Realm" are all powerful realms in martial arts, but it is difficult to judge their level; it depends on the individual.

"Only the Lesser Formless Skill is left!"

The six attributes of the Wuji Guiyuan Qi, which represent the return of all things to one, are now only lacking the final converter, the Xiaowuxiang Gong.

Gu Mo has already made up his mind.

Once this matter is over, he will mobilize all his connections to find the Bloodhand Musician's whereabouts.

That very evening,

Gu Chudong, who had gone into the mountains with Duan Fei, returned and excitedly ran to Gu Mo, saying, "Brother, we really found it! We really found a lot of weapons and government silver in the mountains. There are tens of thousands of taels of silver, and hundreds of fine steel knives and bows and arrows. It's no small sum. It's really strange that the government hasn't made a single move about such a big thing!"

Gu Mo asked, "What did Commander Duan say?"

“He didn’t say anything,” Gu Chudong said, “but he looked really bad, deathly pale, and he insisted that everyone keep quiet. He even specifically told me not to tell anyone. Brother, is this serious? He seems a little scared!”

Gu Mo nodded and said, "It's very serious. In some ways, it might even be more serious than the abduction of 10,000 children 30 years ago."

"Is it really that bad?" Gu Chudong asked doubtfully.

Gu Mo chuckled and said, "All military supplies are fixed and specially made. Military weapons are generally top-of-the-line, far surpassing weapons used in the martial arts world. Let alone hundreds of weapons, even losing one or two is no small matter."

Losing hundreds of weapons and tens of thousands of taels of military pay at once would be a major incident in any army, yet so many years have passed without any action taken. Furthermore, under what circumstances would military supplies, weapons, and pay require transport by ordinary merchant caravans?

Gu Chudong's eyes lit up, and she said, "Brother, you mean someone is embezzling? Drawing a salary without working?"

Gu Mo nodded and said, "That's right. So, despite losing so many weapons and military pay, the other side doesn't dare to investigate. They might even be trying to cover it up. It's because they simply don't dare to make it public. Such a large amount of weapons and military pay is definitely not something an ordinary person could handle. It must be someone with connections everywhere. Do you think Commander Duan wouldn't be afraid? If he doesn't investigate, the matter will already be exposed. If he does investigate, he might inadvertently offend a powerful figure who could crush him with a single finger!"

……

Linhai City, government office.

Prefect Pei Yuanzhen was reviewing memorials in his study when there was a knock at the door. It was his advisor.

The advisor walked in, cupped his hands, and said, "Master, the matter has been investigated. The Seven Absolutes Pavilion purchased a large number of weapons from various places through some merchant guilds. Swords and knives were the basics, but there were also many bows and arrows and armor. Wang Mingxiu used his power in the Six Doors to allow those merchant guilds to pass through."

Pei Yuanzhen said in a deep voice, "Just as I guessed, the Seven Absolutes Tower still hasn't given up on their plan to rebel back then. This time, they've purchased weapons on such a large scale, it seems they want to go ashore. Have you notified the coastal defense forces?"

The advisor nodded and said, "I personally met with Lin Jing, the commander-in-chief of the coastal defense army. He was quite surprised and somewhat disbelieving when he learned that the descendants of the deposed crown prince might rebel. However, after I gave him your secret letter, although he was still somewhat skeptical, he agreed to proceed according to the plan and secretly follow them. Once he finds the hiding place of the deposed crown prince's army, he will annihilate them in one fell swoop."

Pei Yuanzhen asked, "You went to the coastal defense camp, so you should have seen their military discipline. Are you confident?"

The advisor nodded and said, "General Lin is skilled in training troops. He led the navy to victory in many major battles during the war against the State of Chu. His army's combat effectiveness is naturally beyond question. I took a walk around the military camp. Although I didn't see many soldiers, they were all in high spirits and well-trained."

The army of the deposed crown prince's descendants, confined to islands, at best masquerading as pirates to rob merchants, is certainly no match for General Lin's regular army. Furthermore, the coastal defense forces are equipped with the best weapons, while the deposed crown prince's descendants' army is only now preparing its weapons on a large scale, and those are mostly unorthodox weapons; they are even less likely to be a match for the coastal defense forces.

Pei Yuanzhen nodded and said, "Now everything is ready except for the final push. Wang Mingxiu lured Master Gu away, clearly intending to assassinate Mr. Dongjing. We're just waiting for him to make his move. If I weren't afraid of alerting General Lin, I would have taken Wang Mingxiu down right now."

The advisor chuckled and said, "Let's wait until they walk right into our trap. Then we'll take action from both sides. General Lin will track down the main base of the deposed crown prince's descendants, while we'll track down the Seven Absolutes Pavilion's headquarters on the shore!"

……

East City, Wang Family.

Wang Mingxiu entered the dimly lit room. He did not turn on the light, but focused his gaze on the swaying recliner in the middle, where a person wearing a ghost mask sat. He was the head manager of the Seven Absolutes Pavilion.

"Your Seven Absolutes Tower is really something else," Wang Mingxiu said with a hint of sarcasm. "You agreed to impersonate the Six Bandits of Huaihai to lure Gu Mo away, but now you've actually drawn out the real Six Bandits of Huaihai. Why don't you go and meet Gu Mo? Given Gu Mo's enthusiasm for wanted criminals, he might even thank you for your kindness. Who knows, you might even become friends!"

The head manager, with his eyes closed, gently rocked his chair and made a voice that was hard to distinguish as male or female: "I really admire Gu Mo. How should I put it? He and I are the same kind of people. We are both people who are out of place in this world. You are right, we will become friends."

Wang Mingxiu chuckled and said, "Do you dare to appear in front of him? He's the ghostwriter, and you're a wanted criminal. You're naturally enemies. Oh, right, he's known for the fact that no wanted criminal can escape from him."

“I’m different,” the head manager said. “I’m sure I can become friends with him. Of course, it’s not impossible that he might die at my hands.”

Wang Mingxiu slowly walked to the corner, took out a tinderbox and lit an oil lamp, instantly illuminating the room. He turned around and said, "I've done what I promised you. I've sent out all the goods you were supposed to. Now, it's your turn to fulfill your promise."

The head steward kept his eyes closed, tapping his fingers lightly on the chair, and said softly, "You can choose a place yourself, and I'll bring the Eastern Territory to you tonight. Don't worry, I always keep my word."

Wang Mingxiu thought for a moment and said, "The outskirts of the city, on the shore of Shuangqing Lake."

"it is good."

The head manager suddenly opened his eyes and slowly extended his right hand forward; it was at this moment that the draft began.

The door hinges creaked open the next moment, and the wind carrying the dust from the corridor rushed into the room. The indoor lights flickered suddenly, and the head manager's outstretched hand was only halfway through when he and the recliner vanished in the wind as a blurry green shadow.

Wang Mingxiu's pupils contracted slightly, the chair was still shaking, and the water ripples in the teacup on the table next to him were still spreading out in circles.

A sudden whirlwind arose outside the courtyard, swirling withered leaves around the pillar three times. In the hazy moonlight, a faint blue figure could be seen standing beneath the old locust tree, his wide robes billowing in the wind. The head steward stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly gazing at the sky, or perhaps deep in thought. Suddenly, the whirlwind reversed course, carrying the steward's figure soaring into the sky and vanishing in a wisp of blue smoke. The moonlight dimmed, and when one looked again, the shadows of the trees in the courtyard were swaying—not a single person had been seen!

"How could there be such lightness skill in the world?" Wang Mingxiu was shocked.

And then,
That gentle breeze had already drifted far away, reaching outside the Qingfeng Inn.

But then I saw that wisp of breeze passing through the streets and alleys, like a nimble snake, heading straight to the end of the long street.

The moonlight fell like water, and suddenly a faint blue shadow emerged from the moonlight, as if formed from clouds and mist, and in an instant it took the shape of a person. This person was tall and strong, his black cloak billowing in the wind, and a half-worn jade pendant hanging at his waist. It was none other than the elusive head manager.

He walked at a leisurely pace, his footsteps barely making a sound on the bluestone slabs, leaving only a faint afterimage behind him.

In the shadows of street corners and alleyways, the soft clatter of boots scraping against the bluestone slabs was as frequent as the fluttering of cicada wings in autumn. Thirty-seven men in black swooped down like crows to their prey, their faces veiled with black scarves, revealing only pairs of icy eyes. Short blades hidden in their sleeves gleamed coldly in the moonlight as they headed towards Qingfeng Inn.

Just as the leader stepped onto the inn's steps, three poisoned tripwires suddenly sprang out from under the threshold. A loud crash of a teacup came from inside the door, followed by three signal flares shooting into the night sky with a "whoosh," their sparks scattering onto the eaves as they exploded.

The constables from the Six Doors had been prepared for this.

In an instant, the constables of the Six Doors and the assassins of the Seven Absolutes Tower clashed.

While a fierce battle raged in the front yard, the bamboo curtain of the main house in the back yard was lifted by a corner by the wind.

The backyard remained as quiet as ever. A wisp of smoke quietly passed through the back wall, meandering around the large locust tree like a spider's thread, and headed straight for the main house. The door clicked open a crack by itself, and the head steward stepped inside.

In the hall, Mr. Dongjing sat at the octagonal table. Steam was still rising from the spout of the purple clay teapot, and tea froth was swirling in the coarse porcelain bowl. He ran his fingertips along the nick on the rim of the bowl and looked at the suddenly appearing head manager without much surprise. He was obviously used to all kinds of elusive assassins.

The sound of breaking tiles came from outside the window; it was probably an assassin or constable who had been kicked onto the roof.

Mr. Dongjing picked up his teacup and took a sip. The tea reflected the image of the head steward in the corner of the doorway, who was walking towards Mr. Dongjing. After taking only two steps, the head steward suddenly stopped, let out a soft "Eh," and whispered, "I wonder which members of the Night Department are here?"

"We haven't even shown ourselves yet, and the head manager already knows it's us?"

An elderly man with white hair appeared in the courtyard.

The head steward turned around and looked him over, saying, "Night watchman, hey, you night watchmen are all so gloomy, why bother looking at you?" The hunched figure dragged his small steps into the courtyard, his white hair as white as frost and snow spread out under the faded gray cloth headscarf, his wrinkled neck deeply shrank into the patched hemp collar, and his back was hunched.

This person was none other than the famous Night Watchman, one of the twelve commanders of the Night Department, the royal intelligence agency.

It is common knowledge in the martial arts world that the royal family has a very mysterious intelligence organization, full of talented people. However, they rarely show themselves, and no one knows how many people are in the Night Division. All that is known is that the Night Division has twelve divisions, each with a commander who possesses the combat power of a martial arts grandmaster. There are even rumors that the most mysterious boatman and mirror polisher can take on the top ten grandmasters on the Qian Kingdom's Heavenly Ranking.

The twelve leaders of the Night Division are: porter, boatman, night watchman, fisherman, woodcutter, peddler, scholar, doctor, matchmaker, embroiderer, butcher, and mirror polisher.

No one knows their names, only these twelve code names, which make them very mysterious.

……

At this moment, the night watchman, carrying a rusty gong in his left hand and a wooden mallet wrapped in tattered cloth in his right, seemed to be struggling with every step he took. His disheveled white hair obscured his face, making him look like an ordinary old man in his twilight years. He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Manager, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

The head manager cracked his neck and said, "If that's the case, why are the others still hiding?"

As soon as the head steward finished speaking, a man in a blue robe slowly appeared on the courtyard wall, with dark patterns faintly visible beneath his wide sleeves. His face was as pale as paper, his black hair was loosely tied up with a white jade hairpin, with a few strands falling down, and he held a writing brush in his hand.

This person is the scholar, one of the twelve commanders of the Night Division.

Then,

Two more people appeared in the room behind the head manager. One was as burly as an iron tower, his coarse linen clothes were covered with pine resin and grass clippings, and a few withered leaves were stuck in his gray beard. He had a very ordinary-looking rope hanging at his waist.

This man was the woodcutter, one of the twelve commanders.

Standing to Mr. Dongjing's right was a middle-aged man wearing a faded animal skin hat. He had scars on his bronze neck and arms, and his coarse cloth shirt was stained dark brown with meat juice and blood. Half a pig bone was hanging from the hemp rope haphazardly wrapped around his waist, and he held a pig-slaughtering knife in his hand.

This is the butcher among the twelve commanders.

……

The head steward glanced at the four men and chuckled softly, "You really think highly of me, sending four Night Division commanders at once. The Butcher will lead the attack, the Woodcutter will defend, the Watchman will handle ranged attacks, and the Scholar will handle hidden weapons. Not bad, not bad at all. It's been so many years since I've had a proper fight. Good, good, good!"

The night watchman said hoarsely, "I've heard that the head manager of the Seven Absolutes Pavilion considers himself a martial arts prodigy whose skills are unparalleled in three hundred years. He is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, including palm, leg, fist, claw, knife, spear, sword, halberd, etc. He is well-versed in the martial arts of all schools and always uses the victim's most proficient martial arts to kill him."

The head manager waved his hand and said, "It's just an empty reputation. It's just that you happen to know a little more. Well, since you're all going to die today anyway, I'll satisfy your curiosity."

The head steward pointed at the night watchman and said, "You're best at sonic attacks, so I'll kill you with the same sonic methods." He then pointed at the scholar and said, "You're skilled in hidden weapons and light footwork, so I'll let you run first, then catch up and kill you with hidden weapons." He then turned to the woodcutter and the butcher and said, "The woodcutter is invulnerable to swords and spears, so I'll break through your defenses with my fists. As for the butcher, his swordsmanship is very fast, perfect, I also know swordsmanship!"

"furious!"

As the watchman snorted, a muffled thunder rumbled in his throat. His wrist moved with lightning speed, striking the rusty bronze gong, producing a buzzing sound that echoed like the roots of an old tree crawling across the flagstones, stirring up dust from the cracks in the bricks. When the sound struck the pillars, it truly sounded like a thousand iron cavalry shattering the night, even causing the bronze bells on the eaves to hang upside down, their tinkling sounds shattering into dust.

The butcher's sneer was like a dull knife scraping across a whetstone. The veins on the back of his hand, gripping the knife, were thicker than the ribs on his waist, and half a piece of unmelted lard was embedded in the calluses on his palm. The butcher's knife was drawn without warning. Before the sound of the scabbard hitting the ground could even be heard, the blade had already plowed three white marks in front of the head butcher's face—so fast that the engraving of the two characters "庖丁" on the back of the blade could be seen leaving afterimages in the air, so fast that the bloodstains on his apron were blown away by the wind from the knife.

The woodcutter's body shimmered with a golden light that instantly enveloped him. The sound of his foot shattering the blue bricks was even louder than the clapper used to clear the way in the yamen. Each step felt like he was carrying an entire mountain on his shoulders, and his golden fists instantly grew many times larger, even bigger than a person's head.

The scholar still held the Xiangfei bamboo brush, the ink stains on his blue robe cuffs now three times darker than before. He tapped the brush tip lightly against his palm, and the ink droplet he flicked out condensed in mid-air into a fine silver needle, trailing a half-finished ink line at the end, much like an unfinished landscape painting in a scholar's work.

As the four attacked together, the night watchman's gong was still ringing, the butcher's blade was still lingering in mid-air, steam was still rising from the woodcutter's footprints, and half a drop of ink was still hanging from the tip of the scholar's pen.

The head manager chuckled and reached out his hand.

In an instant, a great battle was about to break out!
……

The Qingfeng Inn is extremely noisy tonight, far exceeding the scale of the assassination attempt a few days ago.

Six-door constables were fighting the assassins on all sides of the courtyard, while the battle inside the courtyard was even more intense, but it did not last long.

A snap of fingers echoed from within the courtyard, its sound spreading like waves. In that instant, all the masked assassins retreated, ignoring the corpses of their fallen comrades. Those who couldn't escape bit into the poison in their mouths and committed suicide.

Of the thirty-odd assassins, only a dozen or so escaped.

At this moment, the constables from the Six Doors realized something was wrong and rushed towards the central courtyard. They only saw, under the moonlight and in the night sky, a black-robed figure wearing a ghost mask carrying Mr. Dongjing. The black-robed figure seemed to be surrounded by clouds and mist. Before anyone could react, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the vast night.

A group of constables from the Six Doors immediately went to give chase.
Some people ran into the courtyard where Mr. Dongjing lived and witnessed a shocking scene: all four commanders of the Night Division were dead!
……

"What did you say?"

Inside the government office, Pei Yuanzhen, who was waiting for news, suddenly stood up, his face pale as he looked at the clerk in front of him and said in a deep voice, "The four commanders... are dead? How is that possible?"

The advisor wiped the cold sweat from his brow and said, "The investigation by the Six Doors revealed that the scholar was caught by the opponent's light-footed skill while fleeing, and then died from a hidden weapon piercing his heart. The woodcutter was brutally killed by having his golden body shattered, the butcher had his hands severed by an even faster blade, and then his throat was slit. The night watchman's brain was shattered by the same sonic attack! They were all killed in their own areas of expertise!"

Pei Yuanzhen's body went limp, and he slumped into a chair, muttering, "How is this possible? The four commanders are all grandmasters in their respective fields. Moreover, my grandmaster once said that although the head manager is said to be a jack-of-all-trades, he is actually only a jack of all trades and master of none. He is only good at everything. Could it be that... my grandmaster made a mistake?"

Pei Yuanzhen felt numb all over, and her mind was foggy.

According to his plan, the assassins who would attempt to kill Mr. Dongjing this time would definitely be high-ranking members of the Seven Absolutes Pavilion or even the head manager himself. And according to his prediction, if they were the only three Jade Token assassins above the Gold Token of the Seven Absolutes Pavilion, they would definitely be captured alive by the Four Commanders, who would then use this opportunity to uncover useful clues about the Seven Absolutes Pavilion.

If the head manager were to act personally, a small percentage might be captured, but the majority would likely be repelled by the four commanders, though some traces would remain. However, the chances of being traced back to him were slim. He never imagined that the four commanders, working together, would turn the tables and kill him, or that Mr. Dongjing would be kidnapped. That's why he dared to confidently allow Gu Mo to cooperate in leaving Linhai City.

But the outcome was something he never expected.

The advisor also said anxiously, "Master, don't worry about whether the Grand Preceptor's prediction is wrong or not. The most important thing now is that Mr. Dongjing has been captured. We need to find Mr. Dongjing as soon as possible!"

Pei Yuanzhen quickly snapped out of his daze and said, "Yes, yes, find Mr. Dongjing... Quick, go to the Wang family... no, go to Shuangqing Lake on the outskirts of the city. We'll gather our forces here immediately and also notify the people lying in ambush over there. Once Mr. Dongjing shows up, we must rescue him at all costs... I'll go personally!"

As he spoke, Pei Yuanzhen stood up.
The only thing he was grateful for was that he had kept an eye on Wang Mingxiu and knew that Wang Mingxiu had secretly gone to Shuangqing Lake tonight. He also knew that the head manager of Qijue Tower had kidnapped Mr. Dongjing to hand him over to Wang Mingxiu.

……

At this moment, under the cover of night, in Shuangqing Lake.

Wang Mingxiu sat quietly in a covered boat, waiting. Under the night sky, the lake was illuminated by moonlight, making it quite bright.

At a certain moment,
A sudden gust of wind rose on the lake, and two figures quietly appeared on the boat. It was the head steward carrying the somewhat disheveled Mr. Dongjing.

Wang Mingxiu's eyes immediately turned red when he saw Mr. Dongjing.

however,
At this moment,
As night fell, a large crowd surged forth from all directions, rushing toward the covered boat.

Wang Mingxiu's expression changed slightly because he recognized those people. They were all experts from the government office and the Six Doors who were supposed to be out on missions recently, but they had been keeping it from him and watching him all along.

He realized that he had been exposed.

The head steward remained calm and unhurried. With a gentle wave of his hand, the lake water rippled, instantly creating huge waves that carried the boat rapidly towards the center of the lake, leaving the arriving government officials and Six Doors experts empty-handed.

In the cabin,
Seeing that the head manager was using his powers to evade capture, Wang Mingxiu decided to stop thinking about it and walked up to Mr. Dongjing, saying coldly, "Old man, I am also a member of the Mu clan."

Although Mr. Dongjing was in a sorry state, he remained calm and showed little fear, saying, "I guessed it."

Wang Mingxiu said in a deep voice, "I really hate it. I should have killed you right here at Qingfeng Inn from the very beginning, even if it meant giving up everything."

Mr. Dongjing chuckled and said, "It's the same now, you still have nothing."

Seeing Mr. Dongjing's calm demeanor, Wang Mingxiu became enraged. He grabbed Mr. Dongjing's collar and said viciously, "Old bastard, stop pretending. You must be terrified right now, right? The wealth and fame you gained by sacrificing hundreds of lives of my Mu family are gone today. I don't believe a dog like you is not afraid of death!"

Mr. Dongjing looked surprised and said, "You still believe that your Mu clan died unjustly? Didn't the head manager tell you the truth?"

"Huh?" Wang Mingxiu asked in confusion, "What other nonsense are you spouting?"

Mr. Dongjing chuckled and said, "I thought you were still going to kill me to avenge the Mu clan even after knowing the truth? Turns out, you're still seeking revenge for something you didn't understand. Commander Wang, it's fine if you want revenge, and it's true that I ordered the massacre of the Mu clan back then, but it wasn't unjust at all." As he spoke, Mr. Dongjing turned to the head steward outside the cabin and said, "Head steward, as a fellow descendant of the Seven Divisions of the Dark Guards, it's not quite right for you to keep it from him and use him."

The head manager said, "He doesn't know the truth after all, unlike us. He has no loyalty. If I don't keep it from him, I'm afraid he won't cooperate with me."

Wang Mingxiu was stunned, and shouted angrily, "What are you talking about? Eastern Territory, Head Manager, what are you talking about!"

Mr. Dongjing sighed and said, "You should know about the rebellion of Prince Kant during the reign of Jarvan, right?"

Wang Mingxiu said in a deep voice, "What does this have to do with me?"

Mr. Dongjing said, "Prince Kangde had seven secret guards, namely Yin Yang, Wind and Thunder, Heaven, Earth, Mountain, Fire, and Water. Back then, when Prince Kangde's rebellion failed, the leaders of the seven secret guards fled with Prince Kangde's descendants."

The descendants of the Seven Secret Guards changed their identities and secretly plotted rebellion. To train their troops, they kidnapped over ten thousand children. They were eventually discovered, and during their escape, the descendants of the Yin-Yang Division chose to cover their retreat and were exterminated. These descendants of the Yin-Yang Division are the Mu Clan. Therefore, I say that seeking revenge against me is fine, but the Mu Clan is not innocent!
Back then, the Mu family was involved in the abduction of over ten thousand children. They deliberately chose to cover their tracks and mislead the investigation, causing us to miss many opportunities during our pursuit. Ultimately, their actions were entirely their own choice. So many families were destroyed because of them; it would be merciful if they weren't all executed!

"Nonsense, you're talking nonsense!"

Wang Mingxiu suddenly felt like the sky was about to collapse. As a commander of the Six Doors, he naturally knew that if what Mr. Dongjing said was true, then the Mu clan deserved to be wiped out.

What's the point of his and Mu Liu's decades of perseverance?
Mr. Dongjing continued, "Back then, the seven commanders came from the same school and divided the ancient and extraordinary skill, the Heavenly Abyss Return to Silence Seven Killings Ode, into seven parts, each cultivating one of them. The Mu clan cultivated the Yin Yang Ode!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mingxiu's mind went blank.
"The Yin-Yang Ode... The Yin-Yang Secret Manual..."

He suddenly looked up at the head manager and said, "You know?"

The head manager nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Wang Mingxiu questioned.

"Why should I tell you?" the head manager retorted.

"Didn't you tell me that this old bastard from the Eastern Territory has someone backing him?"

The head manager chuckled and said, "Isn't that right? He handled things brilliantly back then and gained the emperor's favor. The emperor is the person behind him. As for the Mu family, I never told you that the Mu family was innocent. I only told you that the Mu family alone couldn't have handled such a big case. And that's indeed the case. The Mu family alone certainly couldn't have handled such a big case. It was the seven secret guards from back then who worked together to do it!"

Wang Mingxiu slumped to the ground, muttering, "Then what am I... what has my whole life meant to me?"

At this moment,

Wang Mingxiu suddenly grabbed Mr. Dongjing and threw him away. Then he rushed towards the head manager, extending his palms, and the Yin and Yang energies surged and surged instantly.

(End of this chapter)