novelraw Chapter 348: The Thirty-Eighth Successor of the School of Skillful Empty Hands
Chapter 348: The Thirty-Eighth Successor of the School of Skillful Empty Hands
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Yu Zhao silently lamented how Si Tu Jian Nan, despite his age, was less tactful than Si Tu Yu.
However, considering the Si Tu family’s general behavior, it wasn’t too surprising.
She recalled her first meeting with Si Tu Xuan; he too had displayed an arrogant and unruly demeanor, full of self-importance.
Yu Zhao instructed Si Tu Yu to take the Si Tu family members away. She wanted to interrogate the black-robed woman alone.
Reluctantly, the Si Tu family left. Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows and asked, “Tell me, who are you? Why are you here?”
The black-robed woman remained silent, her eyes shut, and her attitude was dismissive.
Yu Zhao chuckled lightly. “You’ve already heard what the Si Tu family thinks of you. If you insist on staying silent, I’ll just hand you over to them.”
The black-robed woman’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her previously calm demeanor showing signs of unease.
Seeing her resistance, Yu Zhao extended a finger and touched the woman’s forehead.Boom!
Long Fei Fei felt her vision darken and was plunged into an endless nightmare.
The sensation was terrifying.
Her consciousness wanted to flee, but an invisible force held her body captive, making escape impossible. She knew she was trapped in darkness, yet she could do nothing about it. A sense of despair welled up inside her.
Suddenly, a beam of white light pierced through, breaking the restraints.
She jolted awake. When she turned her gaze to Yu Zhao, there was an unspoken fear and wariness in her eyes.
“You are Yu Zhao?”
Long Fei Fei’s words sounded like a question, but her tone was firm.
Among the younger Nascent Soul cultivators, only Yu Zhao of the Five Elements Dao Sect was known to wield illusions with such mastery.
“Before asking someone’s name, state your own,” Yu Zhao replied.
“Long Fei Fei,” she said, lifting her chin. “The Thirty-Eighth Successor of the School of Skillful Empty Hands.”
Long Fei Fei?
Yu Zhao’s eyes flickered.
No wonder Long Fei Fei felt oddly familiar—there was indeed a connection between them in Yu Zhao’s past life.
Specifically, Long Fei Fei had ties to Fang Cheng Lang, the eldest senior brother of Lone Moon Peak.
In the previous life, Long Fei Fei, the first thief of the Cultivation World, had fallen in love with Fang Cheng Lang at first sight during his training expedition. Her bold pursuit mainly involved stealing treasures from nearby sects to please him.
Initially, Fang Cheng Lang was unaware of the origins of these gifts and had no intention of accepting her affections. But Long Fei Fei’s passionate and persistent efforts wore him down.
When he could no longer refuse, he reluctantly accepted her treasures. Later, out of courtesy, he returned the favor with gifts of his own. This exchange deepened their bond.
However, just as they were about to break through the unspoken barriers of their relationship, Long Fei Fei’s identity was exposed. The sects she had stolen from came seeking answers, and Fang Cheng Lang realized the treasures he’d received were stolen goods.
Worse yet, he had gifted some of these treasures to Ye Cong Xin, who had already bonded with them, making it impossible to return them.
Caught between the enraged sects and Long Fei Fei’s accusations of betrayal, Fang Cheng Lang was in a tight spot.
With Ye Cong Xin’s help, he compensated the wronged sects with other treasures and decisively cut ties with Long Fei Fei.
Not long after, Long Fei Fei met a tragic end.
Rumors claimed that Yu Zhao, who had by then been expelled from the Five Elements Dao Sect and was struggling to survive, was the last person to see Long Fei Fei alive.
Although Yu Zhao was known for her mastery of illusion techniques, many speculated that she had killed Long Fei Fei.
Despite Fang Cheng Lang’s cold demeanor toward Long Fei Fei, he had secretly harbored deep feelings for her. Upon hearing of her death, he was devastated and fell unconscious for three days.
When he awoke, his first act was to draw his sword and seek vengeance against Yu Zhao.
Though others later confirmed that Yu Zhao had been fleeing elsewhere at the time of Long Fei Fei’s death, Fang Cheng Lang held Yu Zhao responsible, further tarnishing her reputation.
In her previous life, Yu Zhao had never expected to encounter Long Fei Fei so early. True to her nature, the successor of the School of Skillful Empty Hands was stealing wherever she went.
“Why were you following me?” Yu Zhao demanded.
“Who said I was following you? Do you have any proof?” Long Fei Fei retorted defiantly.
Yu Zhao moved her finger as if to cast another illusion. Remembering the nightmare, Long Fei Fei quickly shouted, “I’ll tell the truth! Don’t touch me!”
“Speak,” Yu Zhao ordered.
“I, Long Fei Fei, always finish what I start. The Si Tu family’s sacred artifact was a treasure I spent three years planning to steal. I refuse to leave without taking it or at least leaving behind a replica for my collection,” Long Fei Fei admitted.
The School of Skillful Empty Hands had a tradition: if a stolen item was of significant value and notoriety, the thief would leave behind a replica to avoid trouble before eventually returning the original.
Long Fei Fei had never intended to keep the Si Tu family’s sacred artifact permanently. Her plan was to steal it, create a replica, enjoy it for a while, and then secretly return the original. She believed that even if the Si Tu family was angered, they wouldn’t make a fuss publicly.
However, she had underestimated the Si Tu family’s capabilities. Forced to evade pursuit, she temporarily entrusted the artifact to Yu Zhao and went into hiding.
Even then, she stayed nearby, waiting for an opportunity to reclaim the artifact. But to her dismay, the two groups she had lured into conflict joined forces, leaving her with no chance to act.
“I was just unlucky to get caught in a sandstorm; otherwise, you wouldn’t have captured me,” Long Fei Fei grumbled.
Yu Zhao smiled faintly. “Do you think I noticed you only after the sandstorm?”
Long Fei Fei hesitated. Wasn’t that the case? Then she remembered how Yu Zhao had seen through her hiding spot without hesitation.
It wasn’t luck—it seemed premeditated.
“How did you find me?” she asked.
To be a master thief, one needed exceptional stealth skills. Long Fei Fei had evaded capture time and time again using her superb concealment techniques.
Yu Zhao’s easy discovery of her location was either a result of her own carelessness or Yu Zhao’s extraordinary perception.
Yu Zhao smirked.
Anticipating such scenarios, she had subtly placed her custom-made scent marker on Long Fei Fei. This unique aroma was undetectable to most but would intensify in Yu Zhao’s presence, guiding her like a beacon.
Upon entering the Desert of Lost Souls, Yu Zhao had sensed Long Fei Fei’s presence. Capturing a thief skilled in evasion in such a vast desert wasn’t easy, so Yu Zhao had waited for the right moment.
Unexpectedly, the sandstorm played to her advantage.
“You’re smiling! Don’t think you’re so great. I didn’t lose to you—I lost to the desert’s cursed weather! If you think you’re better than me, we should compete fairly!” Long Fei Fei shouted.
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