pertwk Chapter 25 Shifting the Blame
Chapter 25 Shifting the Blame
Zhao Yu glanced back. Dust billowed at the alley entrance, and Tong Baixiong's angry roar was right next to him, extremely intense, only a few dozen feet away.
Without the slightest hesitation, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and his figure flashed into the mountain gate of Qingxu Temple like a wisp of smoke.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Zhao Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed.
In stark contrast to the desolate and dilapidated scene of the previous day, Qingxu Temple was now filled with Qingcheng Sect disciples dressed in cyan outfits, each with a long sword at their waist, patrolling back and forth.
What's even more striking is that each of them has a conspicuous white cloth tied around their arm.
The plot has finally begun.
Zhao Yu understood.
Although he had transmigrated, he did not interfere too much with the plot. He simply asked someone to find out the location of Xiangyang Lane. Yu Renyan's fate, naturally, followed the original story's trajectory, and he died under Lin Pingzhi's sword.
It was this murder case that gave Yu Canghai a legitimate excuse to massacre the Fuwei Escort Agency and seize the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.
And this current situation is simply a godsend.
Originally, Zhao Yu only wanted to use Qingcheng Sect's territory to cause some trouble for Tong Baixiong. Now that it seems that the entire Qingcheng Sect is here, and Yu Canghai has probably arrived as well, it is the best time for him to use someone else to do his dirty work.
This would also help the Lin family avert the disaster of being wiped out, which would be considered repayment for Zhao Yu taking away their family's sword manual.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yu no longer concealed his figure. He circulated his internal energy and used the Lingbo Weibu technique to rush straight towards the depths of the backyard of Qingxu Temple.
"Who is it?"
The two Qingcheng disciples guarding the courtyard suddenly saw a figure flash by, and immediately shouted to stop him. At the same time, they drew their swords and thrust them at Zhao Yu.
But their rudimentary skills were no different from slow motion in Zhao Yu's eyes.
Before the sword could get close, Zhao Yu flicked his two fingers, and two gusts of wind precisely struck the nerves in the wrists of the two men. The longswords clattered to the ground, and the two men felt a numbness all over their bodies and collapsed to the ground.
As he charged forward, Qingcheng disciples along the way tried to stop him, but they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes, let alone stop Zhao Yu.
The Qingcheng disciples were so startled that they retreated repeatedly, but dared not let him pass, and could only stand around shouting.
Just then, a deafening roar was heard, drawing everyone's attention.
The two thick gates of Qingxu Temple were smashed to pieces by a single palm strike, sending wood chips and bricks flying everywhere.
Tong Baixiong, leading dozens of members of the Sun Moon Cult, stormed in menacingly. He immediately spotted Zhao Yu and roared, "Boy! Where do you think you're going!"
He was so eager to catch up with Zhao Yu that he didn't take the Qingcheng disciples who surrounded him seriously. With a casual wave of his hand, two Qingcheng disciples coughed up blood and flew backward, dying on the spot.
The Sun Moon Cult members behind them also drew their weapons and charged at the Qingcheng disciples who were blocking their way, like tigers among sheep.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass on the territory of my Qingcheng Sect and even injure my fellow disciples!"
"The Demonic Cult! The fiends of the Sun Moon Cult have arrived! Fellow disciples, grab your weapons!"
Screams, the clash of weapons, and angry shouts erupted instantly, and the Qingcheng disciples who had been surrounding Zhao Yu were now locked in a fierce battle with the Sun Moon Cult members.
Some of the more astute disciples had already scrambled to the backyard, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Master! Something terrible has happened! The demonic cultists have broken in! Fellow disciples, come out and meet them at once!"
Inside the main hall in the backyard, Yu Canghai sat in the main seat, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
Standing below were Hou Renying, Hong Renxiong, and Yu Renhao, three of the Four Heroes of Qingcheng, and a group of core disciples standing with their hands at their sides, each with an angry expression.
"...They've got them all on high alert with the Fuwei Escort Agency?" Yu Canghai tapped his fingers on the table, his voice hoarse. "Yan'er's revenge must be taken! Not only must Lin Zhennan's entire family pay for Yan'er's life, but the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual must also fall into the hands of our Qingcheng Sect!"
"Within three days, I will completely wipe the Fuwei Escort Agency off the map in Fuzhou City!"
"Don't worry, Master!" Hou Renying stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "We've got the entire Fuwei Escort Agency under our watchful eye. Not even a fly can get away. That old bastard Lin Zhennan is still in the dark, thinking he can settle things by paying some money. He has no idea we're after his whole family!"
Just as Yu Canghai was about to give another order, he heard deafening shouts of battle and his disciples' heart-wrenching cries for help coming from outside.
His expression changed drastically, and with a "whoosh," he drew his long sword from his waist, shouting sharply, "Who's making such a fuss outside?"
Before the words were finished, a clear, youthful voice came from outside the courtyard and clearly entered the hall.
"Sect Leader Yu! As agreed, I have lured Elder Tong Baixiong of the Sun Moon Divine Sect's Wind and Thunder Hall here! This man is Dongfang Bubai's confidant; killing him will sever Dongfang Bubai's arm! Sect Leader Yu, why don't you quickly lead your men to surround and kill this fiend?"
It was Zhao Yu's voice.
The Qingcheng disciples in the hall were all taken aback upon hearing this, and looked at each other in bewilderment.
When did they make any agreement with anyone? When did they decide to ambush and kill the elders of the Sun Moon Cult?
Only Yu Canghai's eyes darkened, and his grip on the sword hilt tightened instantly.
The Sun Moon Cult? Tong Baixiong? How did he suddenly end up in Fuzhou? And even trespassed into my territory?
Zhao Yu, who was in the courtyard, had already taken out two thin needles from his sleeve after shouting these words.
It was he who had Wang Huai'an specially make it according to the style of the Black Blood Divine Needle of the Sun Moon Divine Sect. The needle body was pitch black, exactly the same as the original. The only difference was that the needle was not coated with the deadly poison that would kill upon drawing blood.
Hearing the commotion inside the hall, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. He shouted, "Watch out for the Demonic Sect's hidden weapons! Those wicked people are despicable; they dare to use sneak attacks!"
The moment he finished speaking, Zhao Yu raised his hand and flicked it, sending out two thin needles that shot out so fast they were just black lines.
Shen Renjun and Ji Rentong, who were guarding the entrance to the hall, were gripping their swords and watching the courtyard warily. Before they even had a chance to react, they felt a numbness in their throats as two black needles precisely pierced their throats.
The two men stared wide-eyed, making hoarse noises, clutching their throats as they collapsed to the ground, their blood instantly staining the ground red. They died on the spot.
Zhao Yu had already sentenced these two to death in his mind for their rude remarks that day. Today was the perfect opportunity to send them on their way and also to pin the blame on Tong Baixiong.
After killing the two men, Zhao Yu swayed and floated behind a pillar to the side, where he concealed his aura and completely hid himself.
Almost simultaneously, Yu Canghai, along with a group of disciples, stormed out of the hall in a rage.
"Master! Junior Brother Shen! Junior Brother Ji!"
Hong Renxiong's expression changed drastically when he saw the two men lying in a pool of blood. He rushed over to check their breathing, then turned to Yu Canghai and cried out in anguish, "Master, Junior Brother Shen and Junior Brother Ji... they're dead!"
Yu Canghai's face was dark as he looked down and saw that each of his two disciples had a thin, black needle stuck in their throats. The style of the needles was none other than the famous Black Blood Needle of the Sun Moon Divine Sect!