Chapter 827: Chapter 81: Seeing the Situation
In Deqiao Island, Wu Yiyu had already been living for nearly a month.
Since setting out to sea, he had actually drifted through many places, and ultimately chose to settle on this relatively peaceful and tranquil island.
The Near Sea Archipelago had its own scenery, as well as its own solitude.
The smaller sects like the Yu Chan Sect, limited by their power, did not "meddle" much; their control over the islands was far from what major sects like Diao Hai Building could exercise, let alone compare to the military-like Yang Valley.
Therefore, it suited for hiding.
Leaving the seaside, he entered a common dwelling, put away his cloak, changed into a hooded robe, carefully erased his traces, and left through the back door.
He navigated through the disorderly alleys, circling around for a long time, and only after confirming that no one was tracking him did he leave a subtle mark at the corner of a wall.
This is how he always contacted Hell Has No Door.
When that little ghost from Hell Has No Door saw this mark, they would come to find him. It was rather surprising for him this time to be able to directly meet Wang the Coroner, and that Wang the Coroner was also on Deqiao Island.
Perhaps Wang the Coroner was skilled and bold, or perhaps, to join Hell Has No Door, one must face Yama in person.
Wu Yiyu, having stealthily left the mark, turned and left; and when he entered another alleyway, he had already discarded the black robe and put on a dusty grey outfit, donning another cloak.
And with an abrupt turn, he stepped out of the alley.
After circling two streets, he arrived in front of a secluded courtyard.
This was his current refuge, and also the fifth residence he had had since arriving at Deqiao Island.
In the same place, he would not stay for more than ten days.
Because he knew that no matter how careful or meticulous, inadvertent traces could not be completely avoided.
Because he understood just how terrifying Qi Country’s Green Tiles were.
The assassins from Hell Has No Door, who constantly roamed the edge of life and death and specialized in hidden assassinations, could not fully escape the pursuit. And he was far from having Yin Guan’s strength and courage attained through a breakthrough with God Arrives.
Sometimes he thought if he hadn’t been so impulsive back then, he would still be a revered Medical Practitioner, an elder of the Gold Needle Sect, respected in Zhuhe County, honored wherever he went. He could walk brazenly in the sunlight, without having to conceal his face, without the need to hide...
What would he be afraid of Hell Has No Door for? Even if Hell Has No Door wanted to kill him, it had to pay with the lives of several Yamas, because of Qi Country! Qi Country protected its citizens.
And now? If any Yama decided to kill him, it would be like squashing a bug, causing no stir at all, unnoticed by anyone.
If he had not been so consumed by rage fire at that time...
But Wu Yiyu went too far! Just like that dead old ghost, rotten, rigid, foul! Did they ever really consider him? Did they ever really respect him?
But... there are no ifs.
The events had happened, and things had come this far. Wu Yiyu reminded himself of this during the numerous times he woke up startled in the middle of the night.
People and incidents that pass with time are more insoluble than incurable diseases, because they are in the past.
His days of wandering and living in constant fear were not easy, but thankfully, he had previously accumulated quite a sum of Prime Stones through grey channels, allowing him to maintain relative cultivation resources even as he dodged and hid.
It’ll all be better once I cultivate the Secret Needle, he thought again.
But being rejected by King Qin Guang indeed cut off the escape he had envisioned—something he had thought was almost certain. Was he really not worthy of a position as Yama in an assassin organization?
The most hateful of all was the Gold Needle Sect.
Damn it, just let Hell Has No Door slaughter all of them! He thought bitterly in his heart.
Hell Has No Door was certainly hateful, but after all he had no options, so he just let it be.
The courtyard had quite a few years to it; he purchased it only after being extra cautious and going through three intermediaries, so it was impossible to trace any leads back to him.
During his days on Deqiao Island hiding his trace and disguising his form, he did not live comfortably.
But at least he was still alive.
Being alive was already a victory over many people.
He was a medical practitioner, used to life and death, but he couldn’t shake off the fear that came with it.
Qinglinghua, Cuifangluo, and Qiudiubai—these three medicinal herbs he had searched for a long time, always searching. He had found Qinglinghua and Qiudiubai, but only Cuifangluo remained elusive.
That thing was delicate, not easily surviving without extra care.
When he learned that Cuifangluo would be up for sale at the Haimen Island auction, he was ecstatic.
But he still didn’t let his guard down.
Even though the auction seemed entirely normal, with almost nothing suspicious in its proceedings.
He had people make several rounds of inquiries, layer upon layer, before he finally bought the Cuifangluo. Throughout the process, he monitored everything discreetly in his own way. Any sign of trouble at any step, and he would have abandoned the purchase instantly.
Fortunately, the Cuifangluo safely reached his hands without any incident or ambush set for him.
After his failed attempt to join Hell Has No Door, he resolutely decided to pay the organization to kill the master and disciple of the Gold Needle Sect. Then he would immediately change his residence and devote himself to learning the Secret Needle technique. Once he mastered it, he would look for an opportunity to move to the Southern Territory.
The world was wide, and being an offender of Qi Country’s laws didn’t mean he couldn’t survive.
The Summer Country was a good option. If not the Summer Country, then Chu, and if not Chu, then there was Qin. After all, as an External Building Environment cultivator, there would always be a place he could go to.
At this moment, his courtyard was right in front of him, just a gentle push away, and he would return to his temporary safe haven, where he could finally relax for a while.
But his footsteps stopped.
There shouldn’t be any trouble...
The Cuifangluo had been wrapped and placed in the Storage Box throughout the exchange process. Theoretically, as long as the item can fit inside, the Storage Box should block all scents. Of course, that didn’t apply to some specially enchanted objects,
but Cuifangluo, a type of herbal material, obviously wasn’t one of them.
After getting his hands on it, he had also hidden in his room to inspect it for a while and found no issues.
He shouldn’t have been tracked here.
But the traps set up around his dwelling were clearly telling him...
Someone had been in the courtyard!
A sense of alarm surged in Wu Yiyi’s heart, and he was about to make a quick retreat.
But almost at the same time, a voice sounded from behind him.
"Why don’t you go in?"
It was a young, firm, confident voice.
Wu Yiyi whirled around violently; first, he saw a dazzling sword light, then heard a clear sword cry, and finally saw the young man with a handsome face and determined eyes.
This scene could be said to have occurred all at once, but in his perception, it unfolded in three separate layers.
In the distant sky, a tiny star twinkled.
The power of the Star Tower had crossed some imperceptible distance and descended upon him.
A hazy starlight shimmered on his body, granting him immense strength and courage. It allowed him to break free from the sword’s pressure, quickly flicking his fingers, sending Golden Needles shooting forth. Golden rays formed lines, weaving back and forth like a net of thread.
Azure Dragon Saint Tower, the healer’s heart of benevolence!
Drawing inspiration from "benevolence," his recovery was imminent.
