Starting with a blind date with a female constable, you acquire the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Chapter 196 Wen Shuyi's Rampage (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

At the entrance of Qiongcang Academy, the sunlight was mostly blocked by thick clouds, and the shadows cast were like huge stones pressing on everyone's hearts.

Gu Guanqi and Wen Shuyi walked side by side, their steps unhurried, their white and blue robes fluttering gently in the breeze.

On the stone steps in front of the gate, more than a dozen disciples of Qiong Cang Academy held long swords, the tips of which were all pointed at the two, but no one dared to take a step forward. They retreated as the two moved forward, and many of them had already sweated profusely from their palms.

Just then, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from inside the door, like a surging tide, and rushed to the door in an instant.

A dense crowd of people filed out of the gate, a massive mass of over a hundred, taking up most of the wide bluestone plaza in front of the gate.

The first person was dressed in a black and gold Taoist robe, holding a golden scepter, with a cold and stern face. He was none other than Qin Shuo, the High Priest of the Earth Gate of the Temple.

Half a step to his side stood an elderly man with gray hair and beard, dressed in a dark blue Confucian robe, with an ashen face and cold eyes. He was Zeng Zi'ang, the vice dean of Qiongcang Academy.

Behind him followed several mountain chiefs dressed in green robes, and behind them were dozens of martial arts masters from various schools and sects, with swords and knives at their waists, their expressions varied, some glaring angrily, some watching coldly, and some looking surprised and suspicious.

Zeng Zi'ang stepped forward, pointed at Wen Shuyi, and spoke in a booming voice, filled with barely suppressed anger: "Wen Shuyi! You ungrateful wretch! Dean Qi has treated you with the utmost kindness, nurturing you from an illiterate peasant girl into a learned and talented woman. Instead of repaying his kindness, you've gone so far as to kill someone for a mere talisman! And now you dare to swagger into my Qiong Cang Academy!"

His voice, amplified by his internal energy, carried far, causing the copper bells on the eaves to hum. Behind him, the renowned martial arts figures echoed his sentiments, their angry curses rising and falling, surging across the square.

At this moment, Gu Guanqi snorted coldly, took a step forward, and was about to speak.

But just then, Wen Shuyi suddenly reached out and grabbed Gu Guanqi's sleeve, saying softly, "Alliance Leader Gu, please cover for me!"

"Hmm?" Gu Guanqi asked in surprise.

Wen Shuyi said, "You can't reason with scholars; you can only resort to force. If you try to reason with them, you'll easily suffer because of their education!"

Gu Guanqi: "??"

Is it appropriate for a scholar like you, a PhD from the Imperial Academy, to say that a commoner like me is at a disadvantage because of my education?

In that instant, Wen Shuyi's figure moved like a wisp of smoke, and before anyone could react, she had already appeared in front of Zeng Zi'ang.

His right palm shot out, the wind from it fierce, carrying a faint blue true energy, and struck straight at Zeng Zi'ang's chest. This palm came without warning, as fast as lightning. Zeng Zi'ang didn't even have time to draw his sword, he only had time to cross his arms in front of him to block.

"Bang"

A dull thud echoed across the square. Zeng Ziang felt an overwhelming force surge through him, his arms went numb instantly, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. His back slammed into a vermilion pillar behind him with a thud, and he slid down the pillar to the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face deathly pale.

The square fell silent for a moment.

Everyone was stunned.

The esteemed number one talented woman of Tianzhou, a strong contender for the title of number one talented woman of Qian Kingdom, actually attacked without saying a word right from the start.

Immediately, a renowned martial arts master dressed in a cyan outfit, a long sword at his waist, drew his sword abruptly. The sword flashed in the sunlight, drawing a dazzling arc. He roared, "You wicked villain! How arrogant! Fellow practitioners, attack together and capture her!"

Immediately, dozens of figures moved almost at the same moment, their swords flashing and gleaming in the sunlight, creating a blindingly cold light as they surged toward Wen Shuyi from all directions.

Wen Shuyi's expression remained unchanged.

She raised her right hand, her fingertips holding a palm-sized, pale gold talisman. The cinnabar patterns on the talisman's surface shimmered with a subtle luster in the sunlight.

With a slight flick of her finger, the talisman floated into the air like a leaf blown by the wind.

Then the talisman exploded instantly, instantly condensing into a circular array plate about ten feet wide. The surface of the array plate shimmered with light, its intricate patterns resembling a star map, slowly rotating and emitting a low, mechanical hum.

Wen Shuyi made a hand seal and pressed down.

The array suddenly sank, carrying an overwhelming and irresistible pressure as it crushed down on the martial arts masters rushing towards them.

Wherever the array plate passed, the air was compressed into distorted ripples, the blue bricks on the ground were crushed inch by inch, and the gravel flew in all directions.

Those martial arts masters felt an indescribable heaviness suddenly descend upon them, as if a thousand-pound burden had been placed on their shoulders.

The people at the front suddenly stopped, their knees buckled, and they almost fell to their knees. Some of them spat out blood, their faces turning red. They tried their best to steady themselves, but even straightening their backs became difficult.

The array plate slowly pressed down, and when it was still more than ten feet from the ground, seven or eight people could not hold on and collapsed directly onto the broken blue brick ground, blood seeping from their mouths and noses, their chests heaving violently.

For a moment, only the hum of the spinning array and the heavy breathing of the martial arts masters who had been forced to the ground remained in the square.

"snort."

Just then, a cold snort came from behind the crowd.

Qin Shuo slammed his golden scepter into the ground with a loud thud. A stream of golden true energy poured into the ground from the bottom of the scepter, flowing rapidly underground like a golden river, reaching the array plate in an instant. Golden light surged from the ground like a waterfall flowing upstream, precisely striking the bottom of the array plate.

The two forces collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening roar. A surge of air and a powerful gust of wind swept up the surrounding debris and dust.

The array plate trembled violently under the impact of the golden true energy. The flowing patterns on its surface flickered erratically. Then, it emitted a piercing cracking sound. The cracks spread rapidly from the center to the surroundings. In an instant, it shattered into countless tiny golden specks of light, which dissipated into the sunlight.

Those martial arts masters who had been suppressed felt a sudden lightness on their shoulders, and they all gasped for breath. Some staggered backward, while others bent over, their faces ashen. Several who had been injured earlier collapsed to the ground, clutching their chests and coughing incessantly.

Qin Shuo gripped his scepter, his expression cold and stern, his gaze sharp as a knife as he fixed it on Wen Shuyi. He said in a deep voice, "Wen Shuyi, it seems you have truly fallen into demonic ways. Even now, you still dare to act so violently, you—"

"Enough with the nonsense. No one will listen to me until I beat them all to a pulp!"

Wen Shuyi suddenly turned around to look at Qin Shuo, her robes fluttering in the wind. Before Qin Shuo could finish speaking, she suddenly raised her hands, and dozens of light blue talismans flew out from her sleeves.

The talismans scattered in the air like fallen leaves blown by the wind, but they did not fall aimlessly. Instead, they shot towards the martial arts masters, disciples of Qiong Cang Academy, and the divine guards behind Qin Shuo in the square.

Each talisman flew precisely towards a person, landing at different points—some high, some low, some straight, some in an arc—weaving together to form an overwhelming net of talismans.

Qin Shuo's expression changed drastically. He slammed his scepter into the ground, and a golden wall of energy spread out from the scepter, like a giant golden shield, blocking his way. The talismans flying towards him were deflected the moment they touched the energy wall, but many more flew away elsewhere.

The next instant, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of explosions rang out almost simultaneously, flames shooting into the sky and waves of heat surging. The talismans shattered the moment they touched their targets or the ground, turning into blazing flames that engulfed the space within a radius of several dozen feet.

Qin Shuo's pupils contracted: "Fire talisman!"

Flames licked at the blue brick ground, turning the broken bricks red-hot, and thick smoke billowed up, blotting out the sky.

Screams and cries of alarm rose and fell.

Those martial arts masters caught in the flames collapsed to the ground, writhing and desperately trying to extinguish the flames. Some had their clothes burned through and their skin scorched red, their cries of agony particularly piercing amidst the inferno. Several Qiong Cang Academy disciples who were nearby were even thrown back by the shockwave, crashing heavily into the pillars behind them, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Many others died on the spot.

Wen Shuyi did not stop.

With a light touch of her feet, she soared into the sky like a white crane spreading its wings, skimming over the surging sea of ​​fire and thick smoke, rising into the air.

Sunlight streamed down from behind her.

With a wave of her right hand, a talisman, entirely crimson with dark gold patterns flowing across its surface, shot out. The cinnabar patterns on the talisman resembled flowing magma, radiating scorching heat.

With a flick of her finger, the crimson talisman flew from her fingertip. It rose like a feather lifted by the wind, then quickly unfurled in the air.

The dark gold patterns on the talisman's surface grew brighter and brighter, as if a sun was awakening inside the talisman.

The scorching heat spread outwards from it, even the pebbles on the ground crackled and popped.

Qin Shuo's eyes were filled with shock, and he exclaimed, "Divine Fire Talisman!"

Before he could finish speaking, the talisman had already transformed into a massive array plate in mid-air. The array plate was entirely crimson, with dark golden flame patterns flowing along its edges, resembling a blazing sun that had fallen to earth.

In the center of the array plate, a fire dragon appeared and disappeared, its head held high, its eyes crimson, its entire body formed from pure flames, its scales clearly visible, gleaming with an extremely dazzling luster in the sunlight.

Wen Shuyi pressed her hands down.

The array plate suddenly sank, and the fire dragon let out a deafening roar, carrying a monstrous heatwave as it swooped down towards Qin Shuo below. Wherever the dragon passed, the air was scorched and distorted, the blue bricks on the ground were baked by the high temperature and cracked, and fragments of stone flew in all directions like raindrops.

Qin Shuo suddenly swung the golden scepter in his hand, and the golden light on the scepter shone brightly, condensing into a thick golden light shield in front of him.

The surface of the light shield was covered with fine patterns, like an inverted golden bell, completely protecting him.

The fire dragon crashed into the light shield.

"boom""

A deafening roar shook the entire plaza violently. Golden light and crimson flames clashed and erupted wildly at the point of impact, the piercing light turning everyone's faces deathly pale.

The air surged and the wind was as sharp as a knife, blowing away all those who were still standing around.

Then, the light shield shattered with a deafening roar.

Golden fragments, like shattered glass, scattered and flew in all directions, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating in mid-air. The fire dragon, still raging with its remaining flames, crashed into the scepter in Qin Shuo's hand.

"Click"

A crisp cracking sound.

The golden scepter, forged from refined gold, shattered inch by inch under the impact of the fire dragon. The broken surfaces were heated to a bright red by the high temperature, like molten iron.

Qin Shuo was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, flying backward and crashing his back into an old locust tree more than ten feet away. The trunk broke off with a crash, and the upper half of the crown fell down, sending branches and leaves flying.

He fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to get up, but just as he propped himself up on one side, Wen Shuyi descended from the sky, stepping on Qin Shuo's head and stomping it into the mud.

Qin Shuo was furious. This position was too humiliating. He spat out a mouthful of mud and roared, "Wen Shuyi, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated! You—"

"snort!"

Wen Shuyi stomped hard, pressing Qin Shuo's head deep into the mud. Then, she said coldly, "You people keep saying that I killed Dean Qi for the Divine Fire Talisman. Open your eyes and see clearly. I just used the Divine Fire Talisman."

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over the martial arts masters and disciples of Qiong Cang Academy who lay on the edge of the inferno, struggling to their feet, and said, "Dean Qi's Divine Fire Talisman isn't as good as mine. Do I need to ask him for one?"

The square was deathly silent.

Only the crackling of the flames and the suppressed groans of the wounded echoed across the empty square.

Thick smoke rose slowly, turning the afternoon sunlight into a hazy gray. All eyes were on Wen Shuyi and the disheveled Qin Shuo at her feet.

No one spoke, no one stepped forward; the previous momentum of public outrage was shattered by Wen Shuyi.

Wen Shuyi glanced around at the people, then looked at the tense red-clad guards and said, "Now, you all go and bring Qi Yangyang here to me immediately, that is, Dean Qi's daughter. Otherwise, I'll crush Qin Shuo to death right now!"

Zeng Zi'ang spat out a mouthful of blood and said angrily, "Wen Shuyi, you killed Dean Qi, and now you want to bully his orphan?"

"Are you really going to wipe them all out?"

Wen Shuyi immediately took a step forward, instantly appearing in front of Zeng Ziang. Then, she formed her fingers into a claw, grabbed Zeng Ziang's neck, and forcefully slammed his head to the ground. She then stomped on Zeng Ziang's head, crushing it into the dirt, and angrily shouted, "You old bastard, I only hit Qin Shuo, not you, right?"

Zeng Zi'ang spat out a mouthful of mud and said in a deep voice, "If you have the guts, then kill me, you—"

"Then I'll grant your wish!"

Wen Shuyi stepped on Zeng Ziang's head, and Zeng Ziang immediately bled from all seven orifices and died.

In an instant, everyone present was shocked.

Even Gu Guanqi was completely taken aback.

He never expected that Wen Shuyi, who seemed quiet and reserved, would not only be ruthless in a fight, but also so decisive in killing.

"Who else wants to die!" Wen Shuyi looked around.

No one dared to speak.

Wen Shuyi looked at the group of red-clad guards who hadn't moved and said, "It seems you don't care about Qin Shuo's life!"

Before she finished speaking, Wen Shuyi threw out a talisman, and instantly, wind blades condensed in the air, piercing through Qin Shuo's body.

Qin Shuo, who had just crawled out of the dirt, shuddered. The next moment, his body was covered in countless wounds, blood spurting out. He pointed at Wen Shuyi and stammered, "You—"

--you----"

Then, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

"Wen Shuyi, you—you—" a guard exclaimed in terror, "You killed the High Priest! Are you determined to be our temple's mortal enemy? You—"

"snort!"

Wen Shuyi sneered, "From the moment your temple went to arrest my parents and brothers, I, Wen Shuyi, have been irreconcilably at odds with your temple." As she spoke, she pointed at the group of headmasters of Qiong Cang Academy and said, "Two days ago, when I was framed, I held back and did not want to hurt you, but none of you listened to my explanation and even attacked me in the dark!"

I never deny that Qiongcang Academy has been kind to me, but over the years, I have repaid that kindness many times over. How many of the missing techniques and martial arts skills of your Qiongcang Academy were repaired by me? In the several Hundred Academy Competitions, if I hadn't fought for Qiongcang Academy, how could Qiongcang Academy have achieved its current reputation?

So don't try to morally blackmail me now. I'm saying this one last time: call Qi Yangyang here, or I'll storm in!

For a moment, the square was deathly silent.

A headmaster wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Wen Shuyi, you keep saying you were framed, but what evidence do you have?"

Wen Shuyi said coldly, "The evidence is Qi Yangyang. Let her confront me face to face, and everything will be clear."

The headmaster remained silent for a while, then looked around at the people. Some were dead, and others were seriously injured. No one could stop Wen Shuyi. Moreover, there was someone behind Wen Shuyi who seemed to be the sword immortal Gu Guanqi.

He immediately sighed and said, "Don't kill anyone anymore. We'll take you to confront Qi Yangyang."

"snort!"

Wen Shuyi snorted coldly, then turned and walked towards Gu Guanqi, her expression softening. Reaching Gu Guanqi's side, she said softly, "Alliance Leader Gu, I'll trouble you to cover for me!"

Gu Guanqi said, "I wasn't of any help."

Wen Shuyi said, "Without your support, I wouldn't dare to fight freely. After all, there's another unknown expert lurking in the shadows."

"Mm." Gu Guanqi nodded.

Wen Shuyi paused for a moment, then raised her head and said in a low voice, "Actually, I'm not usually like this. I don't like to use my fists. This time—it's only because they attacked my family that I became so violent. I'm usually a reasonable person."

Gu Guanqi smiled slightly and said, "I know. Well, let's not talk about that now. Let's go inside and confront them!"

Looking at Gu Guanqi's smile, Wen Shuyi nodded and replied, "Mm."

Soon, the group crossed the square, stepping over the broken blue bricks and the still-burning embers, and arrived at the mourning hall.

The doors of the mourning hall were wide open, and white banners fluttered gently in the breeze.

Inside the mourning hall, the mourners, who had been somewhat flustered, all turned to look at the entrance.

When they saw Wen Shuyi and Gu Guanqi walk in side by side, and then saw the martial arts masters outside the door, all covered in wounds and looking disheveled, many of them instantly lost their color, and some subconsciously took a half step back.

Qi Yangyang knelt beside the coffin, her plain white mourning clothes appearing particularly thin in the dim light. Her hands were clasped together—

Place it on your lap, head down.

"Qi Yangyang."

Wen Shuyi's voice was cold and clear, especially in the silent mourning hall.

Qi Yangyang's body trembled slightly as she slowly stood up.

"You'd better confess honestly now," Wen Shuyi took a step forward, her gaze fixed on Qi Yangyang, "or should I beat you up before you confess?"

Upon hearing this, several of Qi family members who were nearby instinctively moved closer to Qi Yangyang, shielding her behind them.

"Wen Shuyi!"

Madam Qi abruptly stood up from the prayer mat, her pale and haggard face flushed red with rage. She spread her arms, like a mother bird protecting her chicks, and shielded Qi Yangyang, her voice trembling as she said, "Killing Dean Qi wasn't enough, you're going after Yangyang too? What makes you think you can take it out on me! This old man isn't afraid of death!"

Her voice echoed in the empty mourning hall, carrying a heartbreaking sense of grief and indignation.

Wen Shuyi's gaze lingered on Madam Qi's face for a moment. Her tone was slightly lower than before as she said, "Madam Qi, there's some affection between us, and I don't want to lay a hand on you. Please step aside."

Madam Qi didn't move, and said coldly, "If you want to harm Yangyang, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

The mourning hall was so quiet that you could hear the soft rustling of incense ash falling into the bronze incense burner.

Wen Shuyi frowned slightly and said, "Madam Qi, you can't stop me—"

Just then—

"Mother, please move aside."

Qi Yangyang's voice came from behind Madam Qi, and it was very calm.

Madam Qi turned around abruptly and said, "Yangyang, you—"

Qi Yangyang finally raised her eyes, which had been lowered all along. Her eyes were bloodshot, but her gaze was calm.

She gently pushed away Madam Qi's arm, took two steps forward, and faced Wen Shuyi.

"Sister Wen," she said weakly, "I don't know why things have come to this. If you want an explanation, I'll give it to you. I just hope you won't kill anyone else."

As she spoke, she suddenly pulled a short dagger from her sleeve.

Before she could finish speaking, she flipped her wrist and slashed the blade fiercely towards her own neck.

"Yangyang——!"

Madam Qi let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Just at that critical moment, "Bang!"

A powerful palm wind surged from Wen Shuyi's palm, striking Qi Yangyang's wrist precisely.

The short dagger flew out of his hand, twirled twice in the air, and crashed onto the blue brick floor with a thud. It bounced twice and rolled to Ling Shu's feet.

Wen Shuyi took a step forward, her figure like a wisp of green smoke, and in an instant she had already reached Qi Yangyang's side.

Her fingers, like hooks, gripped Qi Yangyang's shoulders firmly, her tone turning cold: "You really have ill intentions, don't you? You still want to throw dirty water on me in front of me? So that word will spread that I drove Dean Qi's daughter to her death in front of the funeral hall?"

Qi Yangyang was held by the shoulders and couldn't move. She turned her head slightly to look at Wen Shuyi.

Then, a trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

The thick, black blood slowly trickled down her chin, and her face turned even paler in that instant, her body swaying slightly.

Wen Shuyi's pupils contracted, and she said, "You actually took poison beforehand!"

At that very moment, a figure swept past Wen Shuyi, as fast as a shadow skimming across water. It was Gu Guanqi.

He reached out with his right hand and firmly grasped Qi Yangyang's left wrist, pressing his thumb on her pulse point.

"It's alright, she just took poison not long ago," Gu Guanqi said. "With me here, she can't die even if she wants to."

Wen Shuyi loosened her grip on Qi Yangyang's shoulder, took a half step back, and gave her place to Gu Guanqi.

Gu Guanqi used his left hand to press several acupoints on Qi Yangyang's body. His finger strength was dense and precise, like a dragonfly skimming the water, yet each finger carried a warm and mellow true energy that seeped into her meridians.

Then, he grasped Qi Yangyang's wrist, and a rich and mellow stream of true energy slowly flowed into her from his palm.

Inside the mourning hall, everyone watched in silence.

Madam Qi stood to the side, her hands tightly gripping her clothes.

The next moment, Qi Yangyang suddenly arched her back and spat out a mouthful of black blood, which landed on the floor tiles in front of her.

After spitting out that mouthful of poisonous blood, her breathing gradually calmed down, and her originally ashen complexion regained a bit of color.

Madam Qi quickly came over to help Qi Yangyang up. The mother and daughter slumped to the ground, looking quite pitiful.

Gu Guanqi slowly withdrew his hand and said, "Alright."

Wen Shuyi looked down at the Qi family mother and daughter, sighed softly, and said, "Qi Yangyang, don't force me to use force. At this point, the martial arts world of Qizhou is hunting me and my family. I can't care about anything else. If you don't tell the truth, I really am capable of dragging your whole family down with me!"

Everyone looked at Qi Yangyang.

Qi Yangyang remained silent.

Wen Shuyi said, "Fine, if you won't talk, then I'll start killing from here. I know where your Qi family is. I'll take you to watch me kill them one by one. I'll stop when you finally confess!"

After saying that, Wen Shuyi raised her hand, ready to strike at the group of people dressed in mourning clothes.

"Stop! I'll talk!" Qi Yangyang shouted immediately.

Wen Shuyi stopped and looked at Qi Yangyang.

Qi Yangyang looked at Wen Shuyi and said, "Sister Wen, the person my father misjudged the most in his life was you. Not only my father, but everyone in the martial arts world thought you were always quiet and didn't fight or compete, and they all thought you were weak-willed."

Wen Shuyi said calmly, "It's just that I haven't encountered anything that I care about, so I don't compete or fight for anything."

Qi Yangyang sighed softly, pondered for a moment, then slowly stood up, looked at the headmasters and martial arts masters, and said, "Wen Shuyi was indeed wronged."

These words caused an uproar in the mourning hall.

A headmaster quickly said, "Yangyang, do you know what you're saying?"

Qi Yangyang waved her hand and said, "The day before my father was killed, I borrowed the Flowing Cloud Sword under some pretext. So, it's impossible that Wen Shuyi did the killing of my father by the Flowing Cloud Sword."

"Then why didn't you say so before?" the headmaster said angrily.

Qi Yangyang was silent for a moment, then said, "Because it was my father who wanted to frame Wen Shuyi!"

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"What's going on?"

'

""

Immediately, the mourning hall was filled with discussion.

Qi Yangyang continued, "Because my father practiced evil arts, which Wen Shuyi discovered. So, my father decided to frame Wen Shuyi, ruin her reputation, and make sure that no one would believe what she said, and that they would all think she was just throwing mud at him."

I had a good relationship with Wen Shuyi. I asked her to lend me the Flowing Cloud Sword, and she lent it to me without any hesitation. Then I gave it to my father, and he staged a scene where Wen Shuyi pretended to be enraged and attacked him after failing to get the Divine Fire Talisman.

At this moment, Madam Qi angrily said, "Yangyang, what nonsense are you spouting? Does your father need to risk his life to frame Wen Shuyi?"

"Yes," someone echoed, "that doesn't make sense. If it were a frame-up, Dean Qi only needed to suffer a minor injury, and then, with his reputation, he could tell the world that Wen Shuyi repaid kindness with enmity, and everyone would believe him, right?"

"Who would risk their life to harm someone else?"

'

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Qi Yangyang continued, "That's how it happened. As for why my father died? I don't know. When Wen Shuyi stormed out of the academy that day, I thought my father was faking his death. But I never imagined that my father was really dead! He was really dead!"

Immediately, the mourning hall was filled with discussion.

"Miss Qi, you're only saying this to protect the Qi family, aren't you?"

"These words are full of loopholes. However, Wen Shuyi is powerful. If Miss Qi hadn't said that, she would have slaughtered the entire Qi family!"

'

"Not necessarily. The claim that Wen Shuyi killed Dean Qi for the Divine Fire Talisman is flawed, as we just saw. Wen Shuyi knows the Divine Fire Talisman, so her motive for killing Dean Qi for it is questionable!"

"Why did Dean Qi die?"

Just then, Gu Guanqi spoke up: "I request to see Qi Dongjing's corpse."

Madam Qi immediately tried to stop her, but Qi Yangyang held her back.

Gu Guanqi walked to the coffin and gently pushed it open.

The corpse inside had already begun to decompose. He examined it carefully, confirming there was no disguise, then looked at Wen Shuyi and asked, "Is it him?"

"Yes," Wen Shuyi said.

Gu Guanqi took out a silk thread and pulled open Qi Dongjing's clothes at his chest, revealing a sword wound that was already rotten and not very clear.

Immediately, a dense mass of silkworm silk spread out, examining Qi Dongjing's body. It ultimately discovered that there were no other wounds, only the sword wound on his chest.

Immediately, a silkworm thread slid into the wound.

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Gu Guanqi frowned immediately.

Wen Shuyi asked, "What's wrong? Did you find something?"

Gu Guanqi slowly said, "The cause of death was indeed being stabbed in the heart by a sword, but there is a very strange point. Qi Dongjing was a martial arts grandmaster, but before he died, there was no true qi or qi in his body."

"What?" Wen Shuyi asked in surprise.

Gu Guanqi said, "After a person dies, the true energy in their body will gradually dissipate, but the traces are different from those that disappeared before death. I can confirm that Qi Dongjing had no true energy left in his body before he died."

After saying that, Gu Guanqi looked at Qi Yangyang and asked, "What kind of evil martial art does your father practice?"

Qi Yangyang shook her head and said, "I don't know, I only know that it's called the Flying Immortal Technique!"

"Is it the Flying Immortal Technique again?" Gu Guanqi frowned.

Wen Shuyi asked suspiciously, "You know about this evil skill?"

"I've already killed two people who practiced the evil Flying Immortal Technique," he said, looking at Qi Yangyang. "Can you find that manual?"

Qi Yangyang remained silent for a long while before slowly saying, "Yes!"