Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

Chapter 168 A Strange Illness

During Yang Che's convalescence, Han Fei took full charge of the case of the ghost soldiers robbing the military pay.

Based on the previous investigation, the focus had already been on Lord Longquan and Lord Anping. All the evidence pointed to the two of them. In addition, Han Fei also had the Water-Dissolving Gold that Wei Zhuang had handed over to him through the Qianlong Hall.

When the evidence left by the gatekeeper of the treasury and the gold that had been used to burn were presented to Lord Longquan and Lord Anping, there was no room for them to make any more excuses or take any chances.

The true story behind the ghost soldiers' robbery of the funds was revealed as Longquan Jun and Anping Jun confessed.

Upon receiving the news, Ji Wuye immediately dispatched assassins to kill Han Fei, but they were stopped by Wei Zhuang. From then on, Han Fei and Wei Zhuang met formally and quickly formed an alliance.

With the end of Zhang Liang's mourning period, Zhang Liang joined the team of Han Fei and Wei Zhuang.

Inside the Seven Absolutes Hall, Han Fei looked at the evidence in his hand, full of confidence. Although he had uncovered the truth, for him, this task could only be considered one-third complete.

"Brother Han, are you not prepared to hand over this evidence to the King?" Zhang Liang saw Han Fei's hesitation and knew perfectly well that Han Fei was indecisive.

"The most important thing in this case has never been the truth, but finding the 100,000 taels of gold that was part of the military pay," Han Fei said wistfully.

Yang Che had brought up the matter before he accepted the case, and now the issue was truly before him.

"I suppose you already have a plan," said Wei Zhuang, who had matured considerably since the days of Wei Family Village.

Since entering Xinzheng last year, he has subdued the Seven Absolutes Hall and used it as a base to unify most of the underground world in Xinzheng.

In the underworld of Xinzheng, only a few henchmen gangs and the Tianyi Daoist sect are still not beneath the edge of his Shark Tooth Sword.

"We can only use deception to trick Ji Wuye into revealing the whereabouts of the gold, and then send men to steal it," Han Fei said.

"We, the people of the Seven Absolutes Hall, do not engage in combat with armies," Wei Zhuang said, directly silencing Han Fei's unspoken words.

"This—" Han Fei's face darkened. He had been thinking of asking Wei Zhuang to lend a hand, since among the three of them, Wei Zhuang was the real martial arts expert.

"Brother Han, you've forgotten something." Just as Han Fei was feeling helpless, Zhang Liang suddenly spoke up to remind him.

"What have I forgotten?" Han Fei asked blankly.

"Now that you are a member of the Sikong Mansion, you can also mobilize its power. After all, you have received authorization from Sikong Yang," Zhang Liang said.

"It seems that Brother Han really doesn't know much about the Sikong Mansion. The Sikong Mansion is responsible for engineering and construction throughout the country. When Nanyang was fighting drought and providing disaster relief two years ago, Sikong Yang organized an engineering corps of tens of thousands of people. Although most of this engineering corps was disbanded after the disaster relief was completed, there is still a force of 5,000 elite soldiers. Only the elite soldiers of the Sikong Mansion can deal with the elite troops of the General's Mansion."

Zhang Liang explained that, apart from Yang Che, no one in the entire Xinzheng region knew better than him what kind of army the nominally engineering corps of the Sikong Mansion was.

It can be said that that army was definitely one of the most elite armies in South Korea, no less than the elite of the General's Mansion. Perhaps only Bai Yifei's White Armor Soldiers were slightly stronger than this engineering corps.

"The Sikong Mansion has such an elite force?" Han Fei thought with a chill, the image of the armored soldiers standing guard at the Sikong Mansion involuntarily flashing through his mind.

At the time, I don't think I noticed them. Han Fei thought to himself, feeling deeply ashamed of his mistake.

"Yes, so Brother Han can go find Yang Sikong. Currently, in Xinzheng, only Yang Sikong can stand up to Ji Wuye," Zhang Liang said.

"I'll go right away." Han Fei quickly got up. With the issue of troop strength resolved, the next step was to deal with Ji Wuye.

Wei Zhuang watched Han Fei leave in a hurry, his eyes narrowing slightly. He had been operating in Xinzheng for over a year, and the Seven Absolutes Hall under his jurisdiction, along with its branches in various places, had become a behemoth, but it was still not enough.

Because he realized that he would have to face not only Ji Wuye in the future, but also Yang Che.

He had a premonition that the two would clash sooner or later. Xinzheng was very large, but it was also very small. It was large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, but it was small because only a handful of people could control it.

Han Fei continued on his way to the Sikong Mansion without stopping. The outgoing Han Fei went straight in, but was stopped by guards when he entered the inner courtyard.

Only then did Han Fei begin to take notice of the insignificant person he had previously overlooked.

However, Han Fei wouldn't get angry about it. Since others wanted to stop him, he would just wait there. He believed that no one would make him wait any longer.

Because his sister is still here.

Sure enough, Han Fei only waited a moment before Honglian ran out from the inner courtyard. Looking at the girl running towards him, Han Fei frowned slightly. His sister was still the same sister, but she seemed a little different. Her bright smile, in addition to her former innocence, seemed to have gained a touch of charm.

"Charming?" The thought sent a shiver down Han Fei's spine, and his heart clenched. To a brother he had adopted was far too cruel a word.

"Brother, what made you decide to come here?" Honglian asked, pulling Han Fei's arm.

"There's something I need Yang Sikong's help with." Han Fei spoke with a slight unease, though he couldn't quite explain why; he just felt something was off.

"Help? Brother, have you encountered some trouble?" Honglian asked with concern.

"It's not a difficult matter, but we need to borrow a troop from Yang Sikong," Han Fei said.

"That's easy. I'll take you to see him right away, brother," Honglian said with a sigh of relief, though it was unclear whether she was speaking for Han Fei, Yang Che, or both.

When Han Fei arrived at the inner courtyard under Hong Lian's guidance, he saw Yang Che lying lazily on a soft couch under the pavilion by the fishpond. Three beauties were surrounding the couch, playing some kind of game. Yang Che himself was lying on his side, talking to a girl in green next to him.

This doesn't look like someone terminally ill at all; he's clearly some spoiled brat from a wealthy family.

"Honglian, has Yang Sikong been like this for the past few days?" Han Fei's expression was slightly unpleasant. Although a man's philandering was not a big deal at the time, this involved his sister, so the nature of the matter was different.

"No, his condition only started to improve in the last two days. It's strange, really. He seemed quite serious before, but suddenly he's gotten better these past two days. When I asked him, he said that he only needs one last ingredient to completely cure his illness. It's such a strange disease." Honglian muttered, seemingly complaining, but mostly expressing joy.

To recover is the greatest joy.

"That is indeed a strange disease," Han Fei murmured.