Chapter 119: Could the Murderer Be an Evil Cultist?

Jiang Yan gave a light cough and cast a subtle glance toward Lin Qi’s feet. “Ahem, Master, perhaps you should take a look beneath your feet.”

Lin Qi shifted slightly and lowered his gaze. His pupils contracted at once.

What had he seen?

A charred corpse, burned beyond recognition and reduced to a blackened, desiccated husk...

“Good disciple, is this... that villain?”

Jiang Yan nodded, then asked, “Master, this man claimed to be the Soaring Heavens Sword Venerable. Do you know him?”

Lin Qi thought carefully for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t. Good disciple, you can ask your eldest senior sister. She is exceptionally well-informed and may be able to identify him.”

When Lin Qi mentioned his eldest senior sister, Jiang Yan looked past him and saw a familiar figure flying swiftly across the sky.

Seeing Ji Chuxue drawing near, Yunyun rushed toward her in delight and clutched tightly at her skirt. “Sister Ji, you came too!”

A smile touched Ji Chuxue’s eyes and brows as she gently stroked Yunyun’s hair. “Yes. I came with Master. Now that I know you are all safe, I can rest easy.”

Yunyun said brightly, “That old geezer on the ground has already been burned by my true fire.”

“Yunyun, you were wonderful!” Ji Chuxue praised her with an approving nod.

Jiang Yan turned toward Ji Chuxue and asked curiously, “Eldest Senior Sister, the man on the ground is the Soaring Heavens Sword Venerable. Do you know him?”

At his words, a trace of barely perceptible worry flickered between Ji Chuxue’s brows. She spoke slowly.

“Sixth Junior Brother, he was the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. I’m afraid we have brought considerable trouble upon ourselves this time...”

The Heavenly Sword Sect was one of the Eight Great Sects, with immense authority and influence.

The death of its sect master would be a world-shaking event, and one not easily resolved.

“That stinking old man was the one who tried to kill us. We merely fought back in self-defense. If the Heavenly Sword Sect insists on causing trouble, I’ll burn them all to ashes.”

Though Yunyun was tiny in stature, she spoke with the unmistakable air of a little demon queen.

Ji Chuxue gently stroked the top of Yunyun’s head and said softly, “If anyone dares to act against our Kirin Sect, we certainly won’t let them off easily. But for now, we must first erase every trace of this battle. We cannot allow them to find any clues. Avoiding unnecessary trouble will benefit us more.”

“Eldest Senior Sister is right,” Jiang Yan said with a nod.

Lin Qi drew a bottle of corpse-dissolving water from his sleeve and said calmly, “All right, everyone, step back. I’ll make him disappear.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he evenly sprinkled the corpse-dissolving water over the desiccated remains. The corpse dissolved in an instant, vanishing into nothingness and disappearing into the empty void, leaving behind only a spatial ring lying quietly on the ground.

Seeing that his master carried corpse-dissolving water with him, Jiang Yan could not help feeling that this was hardly the first time he had done something like this.

Yunyun quickly picked up the spatial ring and handed it to Jiang Yan with a sweet smile. “Brother Yan, this is for you.”

“Thanks, little girl.”

Jiang Yan accepted it without the slightest psychological burden.

The fact that the spatial ring had survived meant that it was no ordinary item. There were probably quite a few treasures hidden inside.

Could this count as compensation for emotional distress? It did not seem too bad.

“Good disciple, I’ll give you this bottle of corpse-dissolving water as well. Remember, never leave any corpses behind in the future. Destroy the evidence completely, understand?”

Lin Qi stuffed the entire bottle of corpse-dissolving water into Jiang Yan’s arms.

“Heh heh, thank you, Master.”

Jiang Yan had no choice but to accept his master’s kindness.

Excellent. He looked even more like a villain now.

He was carrying corpse-dissolving water around with him.

...

The Heavenly Sword Sect.

The disciple responsible for guarding the soul lamps watched in horror as the soul lamp belonging to the sect master—the Soaring Heavens Sword Venerable—suddenly went out. He was so terrified that his legs gave way, and he collapsed directly onto the cold floor.

What... what on earth had happened?

Not long ago, news had arrived of the death of the Limitless Sword Venerable. Now the Soaring Heavens Sword Venerable had met with disaster as well.

In a panic, he hurriedly reported the news to the elders.

Within the council hall, the elders wore solemn expressions as they deliberated through the night over the sect’s most important affairs...

The Grand Elder let out a sigh, his face filled with worry.

“Alas, what are we to do? The sect master possessed a cultivation level in the Mahayana realm. Just who could possibly have been powerful enough to strike him down so viciously?”

“Could it have been the same culprit who killed the Limitless Sword Venerable? Tell me, everyone—do you think the murderer might be an evil cultivator?” The Second Elder narrowed his eyes in thought.