Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

The secluded nest is rife with undercurrents.

Jia Minggong's revenge came faster and more fiercely than his outwardly gloomy demeanor suggested.

After Feng Dao left with Hen Bufeng's body, he immediately summoned all his intelligence agents and spies.

"Investigate." Jia Minggong uttered only one word, his voice icy cold. "Report everything about everyone who has recently had contact with Hen Bufeng, regardless of their relationship or grudges, down to the smallest detail."

Clearly, Jia Minggong did not fully believe Feng Dao's information.

Intelligence poured in like water, and the whereabouts of the trio of Qin Jiaxian, Yinshiren, and Yetuling were repeatedly checked; Lao Wuyan's background, martial arts style, and recent movements were carefully analyzed; Jianghu figures who had quarreled or had business dealings with Henbufeng, and even prostitutes, were all included in the scope of investigation.

Jia Minggong listened with his eyes closed, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the cold stone table.

First, Qin Jiaxian and his two companions were ruled out as suspects, since they were just comedic characters and it would be great if any of them could take on thirty of them.

Next is Lao Wuyan. Although she is strange, she has an agreement with Hen Bufeng, and her method of killing is inconsistent with poison, so she can be temporarily ruled out.

The remaining clues gradually come together, leaving only Butterfly-kun, who had a quarrel with Henbufeng.

And coincidentally, Butterfly Lord was once a top assassin, and even more coincidentally, Butterfly Lord used a knife...

"Butterfly Lord..." Jia Minggong murmured the name, his eyes growing colder.

All the fragments seem to point to the same answer.

The motivation may be insufficient, but the ability is a perfect match, and the timing is also coincidental.

In Jia Minggong's view, how many coincidences are there in this world? Often, the simplest answer is the most likely answer.

"It must be him!" Jia Minggong finally concluded, his tone resolute.

A secret order, accompanied by a hefty reward, was swiftly transmitted through clandestine channels to the numerous assassins of Youyan Zhengfu.

Outside Crystal Lake, a forest path.

Butterfly Lord, Gongsun Yue, and Se Wuji had just left Crystal Lake and were strolling along a forest path to relax.

Just then, Butterfly's brows furrowed slightly.

His killer instincts gave him an unusually keen sense of danger.

"Ah Yue," he suddenly stopped, gently pulled Gongsun Yue behind him, and lowered his voice slightly, "something's not right."

Gongsun Yue's expression hardened, and she tacitly refrained from asking further questions, instead remaining quietly on guard.

Se Wuji immediately became alert and grabbed Gongsun Yue's arm.

Almost as soon as Butterfly finished speaking, the harmonious chirping of insects and birds around them suddenly disappeared, replaced by a deathly silence.

The wind in the forest seemed to have stopped, and the air was so still it was suffocating.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

A sudden whooshing sound rang out, and dozens of dark figures burst forth from the surrounding trees, bushes, and even the ground!

They were dressed in matching dark outfits, their faces covered with black cloths, revealing only pairs of cold, ruthless eyes. Their weapons gleamed coldly, and they instantly formed a tight encirclement around the three.

Their movements were synchronized and their killing intent was palpable; they were clearly well-trained professional assassins.

The leader, exceptionally tall and imposing, wielding a short sword, slowly emerged from the shadows. His gaze, like that of a venomous snake, was fixed firmly on Butterfly King, his voice hoarse and filled with murderous intent:

"Yinchuan Butterfly Lord, a life for a life, are you prepared?"

Butterfly looked at the group of uninvited guests before him, frowned slightly, and seemed somewhat bewildered.

"Hey, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. I, Butterfly Lord, retired from the assassin world a long time ago. A life for a life? I haven't even killed a chicken lately, whose life would I pay for?"

"Lies!" the assassin leader roared, giving Butterfly King no chance to explain. "Kill!"

The moment the word "kill" was uttered, the dozens of assassins around him moved instantly, like hungry wolves that had received a command!

Amidst the clash of swords and the whistling of hidden weapons, the three figures at the core attacked from all directions!

Their offensive was ruthless and cunning, and their teamwork was impeccable; clearly, they aimed for a fatal blow, leaving no room for error.

"Tsk, what a hassle." Butterfly sighed, but his eyes instantly turned as sharp as knives.

"Ah Yue, you lecherous fool, watch yourself!"

Before he finished speaking, Butterfly had already disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, a stunningly beautiful crimson blade of light, fluttering like a butterfly, suddenly shone brightly amidst the dense black killing array!

It was Butterfly Lord who drew his Butterfly Heaven Slash.

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a series of soft but teeth-grinding "hissing" sounds, and the muffled sounds of weapons breaking and flesh being cut open.

Butterfly Lord's movements were so fast that only afterimages remained. The butterfly slash in his hand transformed into a dance of death, each flash precisely taking away a life.

Those well-trained assassins from Youyan were like paper in front of him; their blades broke and they died.

Where the crimson blade flashed, blood bloomed like flowers, only to be quickly swept away by an even faster blade, leaving no time for it to splatter.

Butterfly's knife has long transcended mere "speed"; it is a skill that incorporates ultimate aesthetics and the rhythm of death.

Gorgeous, yet deadly...

The battle started quickly and ended even faster.

In just a dozen breaths, besides Butterfly Lord, Gongsun Yue, and Se Wuji, all that remained on the forest path were the scattered corpses and the thick, overwhelming stench of blood.

Dozens of assassins from Youyan were killed, and none survived.

The leader, who was the last to fall, had a deep, almost cleaving, gash on his chest.

He staggered backward, leaning against a tree, staring incredulously at the blood gushing from his chest, then at Butterfly Lord standing not far away, his sword sheathed and his breathing steady as ever.

"Cough... Butterfly Lord... killed our young master," with each word he uttered, more blood and foam gushed from his mouth, "Youyan Conqueror... will not... let you go..."

With his last breath, the assassin leader uttered this threat, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last, his eyes filled with resentment and horror.

Butterfly Lord flicked off non-existent blood droplets from the Butterfly Slash and sheathed the sword.

He glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, his brows furrowing even deeper. "Youyan soldiers, this is utterly baffling!"

More importantly, he had absolutely no idea what was going on.

And what about the young master who killed them? Did you do it yourself?

How did this pot of dirt fall from the sky and land on my head?

"Butterfly Lord..." Gongsun Yue walked to his side, her eyes filled with worry.

"Don't worry, Ah Yue, I'm fine!" Butterfly held her hand and forced a smile, but his eyes were unusually serious.

Just then, a round of applause rang out, "As expected of the world-renowned Butterfly Lord, his charm remains undiminished!"

Looking towards the sound, they saw Ye Jinming walking slowly towards them with a smile on his lips.

It was quite a coincidence that Ye Jinming had originally planned to explore Crystal Lake after leaving the Realm of Nothingness.

Unexpectedly, I witnessed Youyan Zhengfu assassinating Butterfly Lord on the road.

At first, Ye Jinming was quite surprised, not understanding why Butterfly Lord and Youyan Zhengfu had gotten together. But after hearing what the assassin leader said, Ye Jinming suddenly realized.

So it turns out that Butterfly-kun took the blame for himself...

However, upon a little thought, this point is not hard to come up with.

If it was the "Heartless Letter" that was involved, then Butterfly Lord would definitely be the scapegoat.

If Fengdu were to intervene, the blame would fall on Lao Wuyan.

I never expected that my slightest move would result in perfect invisibility...