Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 255 A Pitiful Person

Yuan Kui had no idea where Pei Xia had gone, who she had met, or whose blood she had spilled.

But for her now, anyone who walks into her shattered sanctuary with a sword can easily kill her.

What terrified her even more was that she knew all too well that no one in the entire Su Bao Zhai would care whether she lived or died.

Even if she were left here to rot and turn into bones, no one might notice.

The so-called "waking up from the dream" is a reminder to her which one is reality.

"You... Elder Pei, what is this...?" she asked, trembling.

Pei Xia walked towards the wooden box.

This time, he opened it.

Just as he had sensed it before, there was a simple-looking magic weapon, a short sword, inside.

Judging from the pattern on the hilt, it should be the one that was lost from the Xuanku.

"Later, you'll take this to the sect and say it was a gift from Song Huan, right?"

Yuan Kui shuddered, her bulging eyes staring at him, her gaze trembling.

“Duan Junhai can’t leave Zuoshan, but he gave you Yuqiong. Through Qiongxiao Yuyu, he can easily transfer the stolen goods to you, and then you can fabricate them to frame him.”

"Now that you have lost all your cultivation, no one will suspect you, whether it's theft or murder."

With each word Pei Xia spoke, Yuan Kui shrank even more.

When Pei Xia looked at her again with the short knife in his hand, she had almost buried her face in her knees, and could only look up at him humbly and tremblingly through the holes in her all-black hood.

Looking at her timid and fearful appearance, Pei Xia felt incredibly ironic: "What are you pretending to be, weak and pitiful!"

The short knife in his hand pierced through the air and embedded itself in her left shoulder with a muffled "thud".

The pain had just reached the nerves and hadn't even turned into a scream when the bright sword light had already connected into a line!
As the slanting sunlight slashed past, the entire roof slid down with a muffled sound.

Under the sunlight, the sliver of cold light at the top of the rotten wood, which had not yet fully fused together, pressed against her neck.

She dared not shout.

Yuan Kui could only say in a trembling voice, "This...this isn't my fault. I didn't kill anyone. And...and this wasn't originally supposed to be like this. Those flowers were mine, my flowers. It was because my flowers were stolen that Junhai said that Su Baozhai were all beasts, that we couldn't stay here, that we had to leave, so..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

However, the remaining words, mixed with blood and foam, could only gurgle in his throat.

Pei Xia drew his sword, and blood splattered everywhere.

……

The journey back to the Changjingmen Courtyard was not peaceful.

The Divine Treasures Celebration is underway, and the Right Mountain Sect has received a great many guests. Especially today, which is the second day of the auction, many fine treasures will be on stage, and many sect cultivators are chatting in groups of three or five about the items to be auctioned.

As we were talking, a strong smell of blood suddenly wafted past us.

The cultivators from various sects, who had been smiling, looked up and saw a young man with a blood-stained face walking past them with an air of nonchalance.

"Whose descendant is this?"

"Judging from their clothes and headbands, they seem to be disciples of the Long Whale Sect..."

"The Whale Clan? They dare to cause trouble in Su Baozhai's territory now?"

"Look, this kid is covered in blood, but he's not injured?"

Whispers echoed around her, but Pei Xia paid them no heed.

When he returned to the inn and pushed open the courtyard gate, he saw Meng Xiao already waiting for him. This elder of the Foreign Affairs Hall, even at the most critical moment of his sect career, still did not forget his original intention and was diligently circling around Ji Shaofu.

Uncle Ji sat upright on the stone bench, his hands on his knees, seemingly meditating.

However, as soon as Pei Xia returned, she saw the long sword on her back, its hilt trembling slightly, as if it was about to be drawn.

Looking up and seeing that Pei Xia had finally returned, Ji Shaofu breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stood up, and cupped her hands in greeting to Meng Xiao: "Hall Master Meng, Pei Xia is back. Didn't you have something to discuss with him?"

After saying that, she quickly went back to her bedroom.

Meng Xiao turned and glanced at Pei Xia, still showing some impatience at being interrupted.

But with business at hand, he still sat down irritably, raising his chin at Pei Xia: "You just walked back like that? What if you scared our sect's distinguished guest?"

There was a pond in the courtyard. Pei Xia washed her face first, wiped away the blood that Yuan Kui had spat out, then shook her hand and replied, "A cultivator is afraid of blood? Why don't you go home and farm?"

"Tch, pretentious," Meng Xiao rolled his eyes. "Your killing of Duan Junhai is unauthorized interference in my sect's internal affairs, do you understand?"

Pei Xia shrugged: "I went to gather evidence. He suddenly attacked me. I couldn't just stand there and wait to die, could I?"

Meng Xiao examined the blood on his body closely, snorted, and did not delve further: "In any case, you did me a favor. I originally planned to pin Song Huan's death on you, but I'll let it go now. If you still want to investigate, my Foreign Affairs Hall can also help you."

The key to connecting the two cases lies in magic and jade, which Pei Xia has no intention of revealing.

He could only reply, "Okay."

Meng Xiao then instructed him on some matters concerning secrecy, especially the security of the Siku Quanshu (Complete Library of the Four Treasuries), to which Pei Xia simply nodded in agreement.

After finishing their business, Meng Xiao wanted to keep bothering Ji Shaofu, but the aloof elder of the Changjing Sect clearly had no interest in him. Frustrated, Meng Xiao clicked his tongue and turned to leave.

Only after his figure gradually disappeared into the distance did the door to the other bedroom open.

Ji Shaofu first glanced outside the door, then looked at Pei Xia covered in blood. After a moment of silence, she seemed to have a lot to say.

For example, I clearly reminded you before that as an elder of the Changjing Sect, you should act with caution, but you actually killed Su Baozhai's disciple without authorization?
The words of blame swirled in her mind, but she finally asked coldly, "Are you alright?"

Pei Xia shook her head.

She wanted to say something more, but suddenly glanced behind her.

Song Huan's female disciple cautiously peered out.

Yesterday, her master died suddenly, and she was also quite frightened by the matter of her fellow disciples' spiritual power. The young girl lost her composure for a moment and rested in Ji Shaofu's room for a day.

She was initially startled when she saw the blood on Pei Xia, but quickly suppressed her fear and asked softly, "Um, senior, about my master..."

This should be a secret.

But after thinking about it, Pei Xia still told her without hesitation, "The murderer has been brought to justice."

The girl covered her mouth, and after a moment, tears welled up in her eyes.

That evening, a brazier was lit in the courtyard of Changjingmen.

Song Huan's female disciple squatted by the brazier, silently burning paper money for her master.

Pei Xia and Ji Shaofu watched from the side.

As the fire was almost extinguished, Pei Xia remembered something. He took off his clothes and threw the outer garment, stained with the blood of Duan Junhai and Yuan Kui, into the brazier.

Duan Junhai said he was pitiful because Su Baozhai never treated his disciples as human beings.

Yuan Kui also said that she was pitiful because after she lost power, she became physically weak and everyone bullied her.

But in Pei Xia's view, there is only one truly pitiful person in this matter.

(End of this chapter)