Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 243 Unfortunate Fate
Meng Xiao frowned, feeling irritable and looking exhausted.

Even before he returned, he knew that the sect's urgent summons for him to return to the mountain must have been due to some major event.

He rushed back to the mountain yesterday, only to find that a shocking secret had indeed landed on the head of this elder of the Foreign Affairs Hall.

The group had been racking their brains on Zuo Shan all night without rest, and were completely exhausted.

Early the next morning, news came from Youshan that an elder of the Jinling Sect who had come to participate in the Divine Treasures Celebration had died on the mountain.

This was nothing short of another bolt from the blue.

The Golden Bell Sect is one of the guardian sects of the Little Chen Kingdom. With two Transformation Realm experts in charge, that's fine. Meng Xiao was sent by the Spirit Selection Pavilion, so he's not afraid of this kind of situation.

The key point is that at this juncture, coinciding with the Shenzhen Festival and the Zuoshan case, the death of such a person is hard not to make people suspicious.

There was no other way, so the elders of the sect discussed it and decided to send Meng Xiao, who was on duty outside the sect for many years and had good relations with various sects, to handle the matter.

This is a secluded grove of trees west of the sect square, near the valleys of the two mountains on either side.

The incessant crying of the young female disciple of the Golden Bell Sect filled Meng Xiao's ears, making him feel utterly disgusted.

But for now, Jinling Sect is still the victim, and as the host, he can't interrupt, so he can only patiently squat down and examine Elder Song's body.

Song Huan's body lay among the withered leaves. Her yellow robes were disheveled, but her skin was not exposed. In addition, her long sword and scabbard were lying not far away, indicating that she had been in a fight.

Meng Xiao examined her internal condition by touching her wrist. As expected, her lungs and internal organs were injured and bleeding. She had either been hit head-on by an unbearable force or her life force had been directly destroyed by surging spiritual energy.

If it were a direct, tremendous force, then a severe wound would likely be left on the chest...

Thinking about it, Meng Xiao reached out to unbutton Song Huan's clothes.

"It's spiritual energy entering the body."

A male voice suddenly came from behind.

Pei Xia walked over and, through Meng Xiao's back, took a deep look at the female elder lying on the ground, no longer able to move.

He said slowly, “A powerful external blow would not only injure the lungs and internal organs, but would also sever the meridians. The deceased would definitely bleed from all seven orifices. You see, her face is pale and clean, so she must have died from internal injuries.”

Meng Xiao glanced at him, then turned his gaze questioningly to the Su Baozhai disciple who was leading the way.

The disciple quickly lowered his head: "This is Pei Xia, an outer elder of the Changjing Sect."

"Oh...it's you."

Meng Xiao stood up, deliberately glancing away from him and not looking directly at him: "Do you know why I called you here?"

Pei Xia nodded: "Because I strolled through the night market with Elder Song last night and we had a very pleasant conversation."

Meng Xiao sneered: "You were sent on an assignment with Junior Sister Ji and then went to the night market with Elder Song. You're clearly not a kind person."

Pei Xia was too lazy to say much to this notorious lecher. He simply provided as many useful clues as possible: "The night market has a quarter-hour clock. I parted ways with Elder Song at 9:00 PM last night. There are cultivators who were selling shoes at the time who can testify to this."

Pei Xia meant that if an investigation were to be conducted, it should be into people who were capable of killing Song Huan after 9 PM and who had no alibi.

But Meng Xiao lazily replied, "I asked around, and the people who saw you traveling with Elder Song yesterday all said they didn't keep track of the time, so there's no one who can vouch for you."

What do you mean by "no one can testify for me"?

Wasn't it me, as a witness, who gave the time of the crime?

From his words, Meng Xiao seemed determined to label Pei Xia as a suspect. "Senior Meng, Elder Song and I are both witnesses who can personally testify. As for the time, with so many people at the night market, mutual corroboration confirms that someone must have checked the time."

"What? Do you expect me to interrogate everyone who came up the mountain for this celebration just for your sake?"

"...Elder Meng, death is a serious matter. Isn't capturing the real culprit Su Baozhai's goal?"

"Heh, kid, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

Pei Xia pursed her lips, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "If you don't want to investigate, you can step aside and I will investigate."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding disciples of Su Baozhai, including Song Huan's female disciple, were all stunned.

Meng Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Watch your words, Elder Pei."

Pei Xia exhaled, flicked his wrist lightly with his right hand, and the small sword tied to his wrist flew up in the wind, and the long sword made of withered wood fell into his hand.

Then he looked up and glanced at Meng Xiao.

In that instant of eye contact, it felt as if a thousand sharp swords were piercing Meng Xiao's pupils!
In a fleeting moment of pain, the bright sword light illuminated the entire forest, but in a very short time it was compressed into a thin line.

The sword energy, like a needle, with extreme sharpness, hovered above Meng Xiao's face!

Pei Xia held the sword in one hand, the seemingly withered tip of the sword carrying an invisible sword aura, pressed against the throat of Elder Su Baozhai, who had an impressive background.

Pei Xia gripped Meng Xiao's shoulder tightly with her other hand, her lips almost touching his ear.

The young outer elder of the Long Whale Sect said in an extremely suppressed voice, "Don't think that I'm in the mood to waste words on trash like you right now."

What exactly happened in that instant?
The disciples watching did not see it clearly.

Meng Xiao didn't see it clearly either.

All he saw was that audacious brat daring to draw his sword in front of him, followed by the gleaming sword light that severed all his senses and vision.

Only when the sword tip was pressed against his throat, and an inch closer would take his life, did cold sweat finally seep out from Meng Xiao's back.

Fortunately, another set of footsteps came rushing in at that moment.

Ji Shaofu, dressed in green and carrying a sword, landed breathlessly on a tree branch not far away and hurriedly called out, "Pei Xia, don't be rude!"

Pei Xia turned to look at her, and wherever her gaze fell, fallen leaves snapped as if cutting paper.

Ji Shaofu also felt a stinging pain in the corner of her eye. This sudden, sharp pressure gave her a strange sense of familiarity.

She took a deep breath, calming her impatience slightly: "Su Baozhai is a branch of Lingxuan Pavilion, and will naturally handle things impartially. With our Changjing Sect and so many fellow martial artists who participated in the Divine Treasure Celebration as witnesses, they will not act hastily, otherwise wouldn't that ruin Lingxuan Pavilion's reputation?"

These words were seen as taking Pei Xia's side.

Pei Xia returned the wooden sword to her wrist, glanced coldly at Meng Xiao, then turned and walked towards Song Huan's corpse.

The elderly woman who had strolled through the night market with him just last night seemed to be asleep.

When she was with Zhao Jia, she had doubts about herself, and because of a demon core that he gave her, she developed a lot of unrequited love.

At the same time, she is also someone who is willing to fight for ordinary people and cultivators of Yunhu Mountain, and treats the "pursuits" of younger generations with gentleness.

Pei Xia let out a soft breath, touched Song Huan's pale wrist, and began to trace the source and trace of the remaining spiritual energy in her body without any hesitation.

(End of this chapter)