Chapter 117: Eradicate the Root

Wu Yi knew in his heart that the person who killed Cao Yue was surely still lurking in the shadows, watching everything here. Instantly, he unleashed his true qi to shield his body, holding his breath and focusing his mind.

Around him, the silence was deathly. The few skilled fighters in the mansion had already been taken away by Wu Hun. The remaining dozen or so were merely spoiled scions of the Murong family’s third branch, weak in cultivation. If a powerful enemy appeared, these men would be of no help.

At that moment, Wu Yi heard the sound of a blade slicing through the night air. Realizing he had to leave immediately, before he could react, a jet-black long sword pierced through his protective qi and struck through his throat.

…

Meanwhile, within Song Ye’s courtyard, Wu Hun, a proud hall master of the Red Wolf Hall under the Murong clan, stood before Song Ye as meek as a lamb awaiting slaughter, not daring to move.

“The first question,” Song Ye began, “Who are you?”

Wu Hun quickly answered, “I am a hall master of the Red Wolf Hall under the Murong clan. The six men I brought along are all loyal death warriors of the Red Wolf Hall.”

“Second question.” Song Ye immediately produced the Yunluo Bone Whistle. “What is this?”

“This is the Yunluo Bone Whistle, the life-bound artifact of Su Nian, the ‘Guardian of the Abyss’ of the ancient Fanyuan Sect,” Wu Hun replied.

“So you came here for this?” Song Ye asked.

Wu Hun nodded.

“Where is Su Nian now?” Song Ye pressed further.

“Master, that’s... that’s more than two questions,” Wu Hun said cautiously.

“Then will you answer or not?”

“I will, I will,” Wu Hun hurriedly said. “Su Nian is already dead. It was an order from Murong Xiao, the head of the Murong family. The Red Wolf Hall carried out the attack, but I was not involved. I did not take part in that operation.”

The first part of Wu Hun’s words was true, but the latter half was a lie. He was present at the ambush on Su Nian.

Upon hearing this, Song Ye had roughly pieced together the truth.

Su Nian was probably a close relative of Song Yan—her uncle, maternal uncle, or even her biological father. Su Nian had once been the Guardian of the Abyss for the Fanyuan Sect, meaning he must have known Qin Xuanxi.

This implied that after Su Nian’s death, someone must have entrusted the then three-year-old Song Yan to Qin Xuanxi’s care. But Qin Xuanxi, without a word, had passed this “burden” on to Song Ye, pretending to be completely ignorant of Song Yan’s origins.

It was clear without doubt that Wu Hun and his men had come tonight to eliminate all traces.

As for the grudge between the Murong family and Su Nian, Song Ye had no desire to know, nor did it concern him. Moreover, he could hardly trust that every word Wu Hun spoke was truthful.

“One last question,” Song Ye said to Wu Hun, “Who else knows that you would come here tonight?”

At this question, Wu Hun’s heart trembled. He knew that a poor answer here would mean death.

“Countless people know I’m here tonight,” Wu Hun quickly said. “Everyone in the Murong mansion knows, several young masters from the Huangfu family know as well.”

“Right, even Prefect Wang knows. At dusk today, I passed by the prefect’s office and saw Prefect Wang. I told him there’s a constable named Song Ye in your office, quite handsome. I wanted to introduce my cousin to him and planned to visit him tonight to chat—”

But Wu Hun’s voice was abruptly cut off as Song Ye’s hand flashed like lightning, severing his head entirely.

Though Wu Hun had poured his full cultivation into forming a dense protective qi, he was only at the eighth tier of the Void Spirit Realm. Song Ye, relying on his physical body alone, wielded the power equivalent to the third tier of the Void Break Realm. The disparity between them was vast.

Song Ye never intended to spare Wu Hun’s life. After all, he had to complete the title task “Life Stealer.” Wu Hun had already started babbling nonsense; any further questioning would yield little truth.

Wu Hun’s head and body collapsed to the ground side by side, near the corpse of the scout.

Sword light shimmered!

Beneath the bodies, a Tai Chi pattern appeared, and dozens of swords materialized, piercing into the corpses, pulverizing them into dust.

Song Ye once again unleashed the Sword Flowing Light technique, solely to destroy the bodies and erase all traces.

At the same moment, the cold, emotionless voice of the game system sounded in his mind:

“Beep! Congratulations, player, for completing the title task [Life Stealer].”

“Beep! Congratulations, player, for obtaining the title task reward: [Life Stealer] title.”

“Beep! Congratulations, player, for receiving 500,000 experience points.”

Title tasks were rarer than ordinary chance encounters because each title task’s reward was unique. If a player missed the opportunity to complete the title task on time, there would be no other way to obtain the corresponding title reward.

Upon receiving the title, its attributes automatically merged with Song Ye’s physical attributes.

Song Ye’s latest stats were as follows:

[Level]: 103.

[Health]: 3244 + 300.

[Essence]: 150 + 50.

[Title]: Life Stealer.

The numbers following the “+” sign indicated the title’s attribute bonuses.

Next, Song Ye had to do what Wu Hun had come to do tonight—to eradicate the Murong family’s roots.

Song Ye didn’t know exactly who else Wu Hun had informed about tonight’s operation, but at the very least, no one from the Murong mansion in Yancheng could be spared.

The people there likely knew of the Yunluo Bone Whistle’s existence; if left alive, trouble would be unending.

In truth, Wu Hun’s choice to come at midnight showed he didn’t want this matter to be widely known. Thus, only a few were aware. Removing the Murong mansion in Yancheng promptly should cut off any future troubles.

Song Ye cared little whether anyone in the Murong mansion was innocent; to him, they were all NPCs to be eliminated.

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