Chapter 116: Did We Walk Into the Wrong Room?

For tonight’s operation, Wu Hui had brought six people in total, one of whom was the scout who had gone ahead to survey the route.

Ordinarily, capturing a mortal clerk and a mute girl would hardly require so many men. But Wu Hui had always acted with caution. Besides, many cultivators of unknown origins had recently arrived in Yan City, and Wu Hui feared that some meddlesome person among them might interfere. He had therefore brought along several more experts from Red Wolf Hall, ensuring that nothing could go wrong.

At that moment, all seven of them, Wu Hui included, were already inside Song Ye’s courtyard.

Just as they were about to rush into one of the rooms and seize their target, they heard a creak. The door of the room opened from within.

A white-haired man stepped out. He wore blue-and-white robes that shimmered with flowing radiance, and a snowflake-shaped mark on his brow glowed faintly with white light.

More astonishing still, two dragons—one black and one white—circled around him.

Wu Hui was instantly horrified.

This was bad. They seemed to have entered the wrong room!

That white-haired man was clearly some formidable master of cultivation whom no one should provoke.

Before coming to Yan City, Wu Hui had already heard that it was a place where hidden experts lurked everywhere. The secret heir of the female sword cultivator Yu Muqiu was said to be concealed somewhere within the city as well.

Could this man be that very person?

Wu Hui immediately whispered to the scout, “Something’s wrong. We must have entered the wrong room, haven’t we?”

“We shouldn’t have,” the scout replied, bewildered. “This ought to be Song Ye’s room. Perhaps he really is Song Ye.”

Wu Hui snapped angrily, “Are you insulting my intelligence? Song Ye is merely a mortal clerk. Could he possibly dress like that? Didn’t you see the two dragons flying around him?”

“Could a mortal possibly command two dragons to circle his body?”

The scout lowered his head. “Then perhaps he entered the wrong room.”

At that moment, one of the experts from Red Wolf Hall said to Wu Hui, “Hall Master Wu, there is something strange about this man. Though he is peerlessly handsome, wears robes filled with divine radiance, commands two dragons, and bears a snowflake mark between his brows—in every way, he looks unlike an ordinary man—I cannot sense the slightest trace of cultivation from him.”

Only after being reminded did Wu Hui realize that the white-haired man before him truly possessed not even the faintest trace of cultivation.

Even an Emperor Demon Venerable or an Emperor Immortal Venerable could do no more than conceal their cultivation, preventing others from determining its depth. They could never completely erase every trace of it.

If a person possessed not the slightest trace of cultivation, then he was unquestionably a mortal.

But how could a mortal possibly cause divine radiance to flow around his body and command two dragons?

While Wu Hui remained lost in confusion, Song Ye had already made his move.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Sword Transformed into Radiant Light!

A Taiji-shaped circle of light suddenly appeared beneath the feet of the five men behind Wu Hui. At the same time, dozens of swords formed from blades of energy came crashing down from the sky.

After their bodies were pierced through by countless energy blades, the five men were instantly reduced to dust within the Taiji formation.

Earlier, Song Ye had tested the damage of the costume skill Sword Transformed into Radiant Light in the player space. Its power was not much different from that of the max-level Heaven-Cracking Earth-Shattering Slash, but it was far more flexible to use.

After all, Heaven-Cracking Earth-Shattering Slash could only strike enemies directly in front of him.

Wu Hui had brought six men in total. In the blink of an eye, only he and the scout standing beside him remained.

The reason Song Ye had not killed Wu Hui first was that he had already determined Wu Hui to be the strongest among the seven.

[Wu Hui: Void Spirit Realm, Eighth Layer]

Since Wu Hui possessed the highest cultivation among them, he was clearly their leader. Song Ye had spared his life because he wanted to learn their identities and discover what connection they had to the bone flute in Song Yan’s possession.

Seeing Song Ye reduce five elite fighters from Red Wolf Hall to dust with a single move, Wu Hui knew that he was no match for him. Without the slightest hesitation, he and the scout took to the air on currents of wind.

They intended to flee.

“Little Black!”

Song Ye called softly.

The Little Black Tree immediately shot out both of its arms like arrows loosed from a bow. In midair, they wrapped around one of Wu Hui’s feet and one of the scout’s.

Song Ye then leaped into the air and appeared before Wu Hui. His voice was cold as he said, “If you try to escape again, I will take your life at once. Do you understand?”

Wu Hui was drenched in cold sweat. His pupils widened, and he nodded obediently.

At that moment, Wu Hui happened to notice that Song Ye’s feet were constantly stamping against the air. His movements were so fast that Wu Hui could not see them clearly, only a blur of afterimages.

Could this be the legendary art of treading upon air currents?

Yet Wu Hui could not understand it. A master of cultivation like Song Ye surely knew how to fly upon the wind. Why would he need to perform such an unnecessary act as stepping on air currents to remain aloft?

Perhaps this was merely an eccentric habit the great cultivator used to show off.

Of course, Song Ye had no intention of showing off. He simply possessed no magical power at all and could only remain suspended in midair by rapidly stamping his feet against the air currents.

“Little Black, take care of the other man,” Song Ye said to the Little Black Tree below.

The Little Black Tree immediately understood. It dragged the weakly cultivated scout back to the ground, then activated its weapon skill—Dragon-Breaking Halberd. With a single hand, it wielded a long halberd and thrust it through the scout’s throat.

Throughout the entire exchange, Wu Hui did not even dare move a finger.

“I will ask you two questions. Answer truthfully, and I will spare your life. But if you dare utter even half a lie, I will make you suffer a hundred times worse than death.”

Wu Hui hurriedly replied, “How would this lowly one dare lie before a Great Immortal? Please ask whatever you wish.”

By then, Wu Hui was thoroughly terrified.

After all, the thing people feared most was the unknown.

A terrifying existence like Song Ye—one who clearly possessed no cultivation or magical power, yet could command two dragons, kill people with dazzling techniques, and even liked to tread upon air currents in order to show off—was far beyond the limits of Wu Hui’s understanding.

…

At that moment, inside the Mu Rong residence—

Wu Yi had been left behind at the estate and had not accompanied Wu Hui to Pear Blossom Lane to capture Song Ye, the minor clerk from the authorities.

However, several of Wu Yi’s drinking companions had been summoned by Wu Hui. On this long, dreary night, he had no one to drink with, and he found it thoroughly dull.

Then Wu Yi thought of Cao Yue. He had not seen that fellow for quite some time.

Could he still be wasting away in the gambling house?

This time, he had probably lost not only his saber, but even his underclothes to the gambling house.

Suddenly, someone hurled a massive object into the front courtyard of the estate. The entire residence seemed to tremble with the impact.

Wu Yi hurried over to take a look, only to discover that the enormous object was none other than the portly Cao Yue.

His body was already cold. Clearly, he had been dead for some time.

Wu Yi also noticed obvious traces of blood inside Cao Yue’s mouth. Leaning closer, he realized that Cao Yue’s tongue had actually been cut out.

A chill immediately ran down Wu Yi’s spine.

Who could have been so cruel as to kill a man and then cut out his tongue?