My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chapter 491: Chapter 187: Great Turmoil in Liangzhou, War Breaks Out Again_5

Dongyi City Zhang Huaimin.

The unidentified drugs of Ci Yun Temple.

Both of these matters have yet to be clarified.

“General?”

“What is this?!”

The people of Moon Splitting Mountain Villa were taken aback as the armored soldiers barged into the villa without a greeting and were momentarily at a loss.

“Beiliang Army is here to investigate!”

Xia Cong instructed, “Leave one person to detail the recent events, and the rest of you, withdraw!”

In the end,

Moon Splitting Mountain Villa chose an older martial artist, one of the four Elders, Liu Rongquan.

“I’ve seen Mr. Chen!”

Liu Rongquan said respectfully, “May I know how you would like to proceed with the investigation?”

Chen Sansi said indifferently, “Tell me everything about how your disciples died in the past four months, where, when, and if there was anything unusual before their deaths—tell me everything.”

“This is what happened…”

Liu Rongquan narrated everything in detail.

“It is indeed peculiar.”

That was Chen Sansi’s conclusion after hearing the summary.

These disciples,

the majority of them died within the sect, and their deaths were silent without any unusual disturbance. Typically, they were only discovered when they were not seen the next day.

The time of death

was generally after midnight.

Reportedly,

Moon Splitting Mountain Villa was not without vigilance; on the contrary, they had arranged meticulous patrols starting two years ago, round the clock, without interruption. Oddly enough, they never spotted anything; the ones destined to die still died, rendering the measures entirely ineffective.

“And just last night…”

Liu Rongquan said, “The second young master also met with disaster, just ahead.”

“Is Master Wen’s residence right next to it?”

Chen Sansi observed the terrain from atop the roof.

“That’s right.”

Liu Rongquan said, “To prevent accidents, the Master lives in the neighboring courtyard.”

“That’s too close.”

Chen Sansi looked at the two courtyards, no more than a hundred steps apart.

For a Martial Saint, it’s basically akin to living together, and any disturbances should be noticed immediately.

Yet, the father knew nothing of his son’s death at his side.

No wonder Wen Zhi was going mad.

“Let’s go.”

“To the Sky-reaching Sword Sect.”

“…”

Soon,

Chen Sansi led his people to the next sect.

Over several days,

he had scoured dozens of large and small sects both inside and outside Liangzhou City, with almost identical results.

The peculiarity of the whole matter

seemed as if the deaths of these sect disciples were not caused by others, but as if they had killed themselves.

“This matter is truly bizarre.”

Xia Cong, unable to fathom it, mused, “Even if the Wushen Sect Leader were to come over, it’s unlikely he could kill without leaving a trace, right? Moreover, during the two days we’ve been investigating, the deaths keep happening.”

When things are abnormal, there must be demons at play.

Since the whole matter itself does not conform to logic,

Chen Sansi stopped trying to think in conventional terms.

Combining what he saw at Ci Yun Temple, he had a rough guess in his mind.

“Heh, it can be seen as their own retribution.”

“Xia Cong, go and find General Lü, do it discreetly, just say…”

…

That night,

Moon Splitting Mountain Villa.

Wen Zhi had five children,

three of whom had remarkable talents.

The eldest son, Wen Qiushi, dead.

The second son, Wen Buhua, dead.

Now, only the youngest daughter, Wen Chengrui, who possessed the Body of Martial Saint, remained as the sole heir of the Moon Splitting Mountain Villa. The other son and daughter, with poor qualifications, did not practice Martial Arts.

“Miss!”

“Please go back!”

“Indeed, leave the search to us!”

“If you encounter an accident, the Manor Master will truly go mad!”

“…”

Convinced by the crowd,

the young lady dressed in white, her attire resembling that of a scholar, with double swords strung at her waist, finally agreed.

After returning to the courtyard,

dozens of disciples immediately surrounded it for protection.

“Creak~”

Wen Chengrui gently pushed open the door to her bedroom.

In the room of a lady who practiced Martial Arts, it was filled with various ink paintings, with a table set up with fine stationery and a complete variety of books.

Women in the Great Sheng Dynasty couldn’t participate in the imperial examinations; no matter how well they read, it could only be considered a hobby.

Wen Chengrui took out a fire stick and lit the candle.

The room lit up with a faint glow.

She gently placed the candle on the table’s edge, her slender hand about to take the brush when her peripheral vision caught a strange figure hiding in a corner of the room. Her body tensed slightly, pretending not to notice anything wrong, her hand covertly reaching for the sword at her waist, her mouth opening to call for help.

Just then,

she noticed the figure, also clad in a white robe, place a finger to their lips, signaling for silence.

“You?”

Wen Chengrui’s brows knitted slightly: “Chen Sansi?”

“Do not make any noise.”

Chen Sansi spoke calmly: “Carry on with whatever you were doing, just ignore me.”

“Did they let you in?”

Wen Chengrui released the sword hilt: “Are you here to wait for the Witch God Sect Followers who will come to assassinate me?”

Chen Sansi did not deny it.

“It’s useless.”

Wen Chengrui quickly calmed down, hung her double swords on the Lan Qi, and while grinding ink, she said, “I would advise you to leave instead. This method has been tried before, and all it leads to is an additional death.”

“Your Wen Family should not be hoping for my death, should they.”

Chen Sansi looked out at the moonlight and said offhandedly.

“Hoping for your death, why would they?”

Wen Chengrui did not stop her movements, pondering: “Because you killed my elder brother?”

Chen Sansi could not detect any hatred in her tone, which was somewhat unexpected. He glanced sideways at the young woman whose brows and eyes exuded a spirit of valor and scholarly air.

“Life and death are fated in a contest of Martial Arts.”

Wen Chengrui’s lips curled into a cold smile: “Besides, with his character, him being dead might mean fewer people get harmed.”