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The head of the Wen family knelt down again with a thud, his voice trembling with tears: "We just don't know who started the fire, that's why we've come to beg the patriarch to help us find the real culprit!"

"That fire was strangely potent; even the combined efforts of several elders couldn't extinguish it. What ordinary cultivator possesses such power? It's clearly aimed at wiping out my entire Wen family!"

Wen Henian was silent for a moment.

It's really unlucky to not even know who started the fire.

He looked at the prince, who was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

We haven't had any contact for thousands of years, so to be honest, there's definitely no deep affection between us.

But since they share the same surname and the person has come to ask for help, it wouldn't hurt to lend a hand.

"Alright, stop crying. I'll make an exception this time and check it out for you."

With a wave of his hand, a water mirror appeared out of thin air.

The mirror rippled like water for a few moments, slowly revealing the scene above the Wen residence.

He made a hand gesture, turning back time. The scene in the water mirror rapidly rewound, then froze at the moment the fire started.

Suddenly, a blurry black figure appeared in the sky above the Wen residence, hovering in mid-air.

The head of the Wen family was so excited he almost jumped up, pointing at the dark figure in the water mirror and shouting, "Yes, yes, it must be him! It's him! Ancestor, you must avenge our Wen family!"

Wen Henian ignored his shouts, his brows furrowed slightly, and his fingertips formed an even more complex hand seal.

The image in the water mirror was magnified layer by layer, attempting to penetrate the disguise of the dark figure.

However, just as it was about to touch the core, the power was bounced back by an invisible barrier.

He raised an eyebrow and tried a different method of investigation, but the result was the same.

That's interesting. If the other party could block his detection, their cultivation level must be no lower than his, or they must have used some extremely sophisticated concealment artifact.

He waved his hand to put away the water mirror, leaned back in his chair, and thoughtfully stroked his beard.

The head of the Wen family knelt before the hall, cautiously raising his head: "Ancestor, how is it? Have you found out who the other party is?"

Wen Henian slowly shook his head: "The other party used a concealment method, so it's not clear."

The Wen family head stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Even the patriarch couldn't see through the other party's disguise; how high must the arsonist's cultivation level be?

Wen Henian ignored his shock and instead asked, "Who exactly did you offend?"

The head of the Wen family racked his brains for a long time, then shook his head with a bewildered look: "No."

Although the Wen family in Nanling is not exactly low-key, they never make enemies of truly powerful figures.

Besides, he's been so busy with the black market lately that he hasn't had a moment to spare, let alone go out and cause trouble.

He suddenly thought of something, looked up, and his tone became hesitant, "My son has made two new friends these past two days, but the servants say they get along quite well with him. It couldn't have been them, could it?"

Thinking about it that way, it's not impossible.

These past few days, he seemed to have only seen that pretty boy following Wen Wuqing around, but he didn't know where that guy surnamed Li had gone.

After listening, Wen Henian shook his head in disappointment.

When people stand on their own ground, they will always idealize themselves. The victim may not be entirely innocent, and the perpetrator may not be without cause.

He waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "I can't find out anything about this. You shouldn't bother investigating either, just go back. The house burned down, so we'll figure out how to rebuild it."

The head of the Wen family was unwilling to go back so easily. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes widened as he remembered something important.

"Ancestor, Ancestor!" He crawled two steps on his knees in desperation, his voice trembling, "I've thought of a clue!"

"My son's temperament has changed drastically these past few days. He's like a completely different person. He used to be such a steady child, but now he acts outrageously."

Upon hearing this, Wen Henian's expression immediately turned serious.

His personality has changed drastically, and he is completely different from before. Could it be that he has been possessed by an evil cultivator?

"Is there anything that bears your son's scent? Or any of their personal belongings?"

The head of the Wen family quickly took out a jade clasp from his pocket and presented it with both hands: "I don't have those two's things. This jade clasp is only for direct descendants of the Wen family. My son has one too. This is mine. Please see if it can be of any use to you."

The young disciple next to him stepped forward, took the jade clasp, and presented it to Wen Henian.

Wen Henian turned the jade clasp over in his palm and nodded: "Okay. However, probing your bloodline will require a drop of your blood as a catalyst."

Without saying a word, the head of the Wen family drew a line in his palm with his fingertip and swiftly forced out a drop of essence blood.

A drop of blood hung in front of Wen Henian.

He tossed the jade clasp into the air, then flicked his fingertips with several incantations. The drop of blood essence merged with the jade clasp, transforming into a thin thread of blood that trembled slightly in mid-air, as if trying to discern some direction.

Wen Henian closed his eyes and focused his mind, extending his divine sense along the bloodline.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes, and his expression suddenly became strange.

He looked down at the jade clasp in his hand, then looked up at the expectant Wen family head kneeling in the hall. He remained silent for a long while before speaking: "Your son is indeed gone."

Although the head of the Wen family had a vague premonition of something ominous, he was still struck dumb by the confirmation from his ancestor. He collapsed to his knees, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Elder Feng couldn't believe it either.

How could he have died? Who were the people he had seen these past few days?

Could it be a ghost?

Thinking about this, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The head of the Wen family, his eyes bloodshot and his nails digging deep into his palms, asked in a hoarse voice, "Who! Who killed him? Was it those two?!"

Wen Henian didn't answer immediately, but instead asked, "It's still uncertain. Do you know their names? What do they look like?"

The head of the Wen family gritted his teeth and announced the names: "One is called Li Erniu, who seems to be just an ordinary hunter. The other is called Lin Zhixu, who is a rogue cultivator, but his cultivation level is not high."

Wen Henian's brow twitched suddenly: "What did you say his name was?"

The head of the Wen family was taken aback by his reaction and subconsciously repeated, "Li Erniu..."

"Not this one, the one behind it."

The head of the Wen family, puzzled, hesitated before uttering those three words: "Lin...Zhixu?"

Wen Henian fell silent.

It's over, it's all over.

How did he end up offending this wicked man's disciple?

Although there are many people in the world with the same name, this name is not particularly common. He didn't believe that it would be such a coincidence that he would run into a stranger with the same name.

He was 80% certain that this must be the disciple of that evil star.

They've driven people to the point of burning down ancestral homes. What despicable things have these descendants done to offend people like this?

Seeing his patriarch's expression change repeatedly, the Wen family head grew increasingly uneasy and cautiously asked, "Patriarch, is there something wrong with this person?"

It's not just wrong, it's absolutely wrong.

Wen Henian rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath, his voice tinged with exhaustion: "Let's leave it at that. There's no need to investigate further. Continuing to investigate will not benefit either of us."

Patriarch Wen exclaimed in disbelief, "Ancestor!"

Who exactly is that person? Even the patriarch is wary of him.

Did the Wen family really mess with the wrong person?

The thought that those two people were provoked by Wen Wuqing filled him with both pain and hatred.

That unfilial son! He's really harming himself and others!

The Wen family has been ruined by him!