Chapter 1158: Chapter 638: No Need to Inquire (Double-Length)
Wu Meng struggled, disregarding the searing pain of his severed arm, and bowed repeatedly in the direction of Chen Yi, his forehead hitting the cold floor tiles with a heavy thud, producing a muffled sound,
"Ming Venerable above! One receives joy without trouble, if there is suffering, it is groundless. Always in joy and brightness, if there is illness, it is groundless."
He cried and shouted hoarsely, tears and snot mingling, and then, using an ancient and strange tone, he began loudly chanting obscure scriptures recklessly:
"If one is to stay in that land, ultimately there will be universal tranquility without sorrow. The place is pure and dignified, all evils are inherently absent."
He appeared deranged, crying and laughing, bowing to Chen Yi, the sound of chanting echoed within the silent hall of the Zige Bureau, filled with an indescribable eeriness and fervor.
Yue Tingyun and Liu Hanyan watched, stunned, completely unable to understand what was happening.
"Mad." Chen Yi said coldly.
Wu Meng knelt on the ground, chanting continuously, looking completely deranged.
With a slight gesture from Chen Yi, without needing to speak, the jailer escorted Wu Meng away, returning him to the prison cell.
"The thief went mad on the spot." Chen Yi paused, glancing back, "It’s your turn for questioning."
Yue Tingyun and Liu Hanyan shivered involuntarily, witnessing the previous scene, both felt lingering fear, knowing that regardless of this person’s true origins, there was certainly a deep connection with the Demon Sect.
Moreover, this person’s martial arts were formidable, strong like Wu Meng had no chance to retaliate under his hand, now willing to communicate nicely, they naturally would say all they know without reservation.
"Focus on the main points, you accepted the Prince Mansion’s Zige Bureau bounty, do you know who the principal is?"
"Reply, Lord, we don’t know, we were just relying on some martial strength, came to the Southern Border to earn some money for living." Yue Tingyun paused, then said, "The principal could be... the Divine Sect?"
"Don’t speak nonsense, I can find that out."
"Yes..." Yue Tingyun continued, "We accepted the bounty and planned to search for people in several locations mentioned in the notice, searched for several days without finding, my wife just thought..."
Liu Hanyan muttered, "Who is your wife?"
"If not you, then who..." Yue Tingyun quickly replied.
Liu Hanyan felt a burst of sweetness in her heart, just about to continue speaking.
Then, the person abruptly interrupted, "Don’t flirt."
Both froze, silently nodded.
Yue Tingyun grumbled internally, realizing the person before them was somewhat indifferent, and that his appearance was too young relative to his martial prowess, also having ties with the Ming Venerable of the Demon Sect, perhaps even practicing Child Skill.
Ignoring the internal grumbling, he quickly said, "Yes, she thought of acting contrarily, maybe Wu Meng was hiding under Gaoliang Mountain’s unnoticeable spot, once there, we found him."
He was about to elaborate on the details, but saw the person glanced at Liu Hanyan, asking, "How did you think of it?"
Liu Hanyan was slightly startled, replied, "Just... just thought of it suddenly."
"When you thought of it, what were you doing?"
"This... how can one describe... practicing sword?"
"Demonstrate the sword moves once."
Under Chen Yi’s indisputable tone, Liu Hanyan had no choice but to draw her sword, performing a set of sword moves on the spot, the swordsmanship, sword momentum, and Sword Intent appeared ordinary, merely second-rate skills in the Jianghu.
The expected trope of passing messages through swordsmanship in martial arts fiction did not occur.
Sunk into a dead end, the whole matter appeared perplexing, Chen Yi was uncertain which clue was crucial and which clue was insignificant.
Perhaps, communicate with Wu Meng’s spirit?
Chen Yi thought for a moment, then shook his head, he had tried to communicate with a Demon Sect elder before, yet the elder died instantly, soul scattered and impossible to communicate, this time communication might trigger some prohibition.
Better to leave him, let the jailer listen to those mad words.
"You two, your accent doesn’t sound like Southern Border natives, why did you come?" Chen Yi asked casually.
Liu Hanyan and Yue Tingyun glanced at each other, after hesitating, Liu Hanyan took the initiative, "I come from an unremarkable sect in the Central Plains, I am the Sect Leader’s daughter, this time I eloped with my senior brother to avoid my father, traveled southward, with no Jianghu experience, provoked many enemies, and fled all the way to the Southern Border."
Chen Yi calculated slightly, confirming she did not lie.
With nothing left to interrogate, tonight had to be called off.
.........
The dawn of the next morning arrived.
Chen Yi stayed awake all night, aside from pressuring the Old Saintess in the Square Land, he took out the Holy Fire Order to study and play with.
Although merely a fragment, it also possesses an extremely unusual texture, believed to have played a very special role within the Demon Sect before.
Wu Meng’s words were not false, this was indeed the root of his betrayal, and the key Ming’an Divine Sect pursued relentlessly.
Counting this Holy Fire Order, the things of Ming’an Divine Sect in his hand were already numerous, especially the two golden papers of Gongsun Guan.
World-Holding Bright Envoy inheritance...
Chen Yi’s gaze slightly lowered.
Originally intended to wait a few days, stabilize relations with Qin Qingluo then seek exploration, now had to be scheduled earlier.
So, now...
Go play... no, find Qin Yue to play.
Giving birth to a child is meaningless if not for play.
Chen Yi never intended to be a strict father, his nature ruled out such a possibility, he would certainly discipline Qin Yue, but as long as she didn’t misbehave, more often than not, he would enjoy playing along with the child.
He found the grassland in the back garden, surely saw the little figure.
Qin Yue was sitting on a flat big rock, her small hands holding a red lacquer rattle, unconsciously shaking it, making a monotonous "thump, thump, thump" sound.
The sunlight shone upon her fine soft hair, casting a fuzzy halo, Chen Yi took a few steps closer, and saw a bit of white milk stain still linger at the corner of her mouth.
