Legend of The Young Master

Chapter 105: Entering Fortress

Jin appeared beside Wuyi, likely waiting for the tension to dissipate.

Wuyi sensed an unsettling aura before Jin revealed what he held, a triangular-shaped metallic something wrapped in enchanted paper of some sort. Jin had enchanted the paper to hold the thing.

"I found this in her back," Jin said, revealing the thing in the enchanted paper. It looked like a grotesque version of an arrow, carved with thorns and darkened with blood.

"A curse-bane arrow," Jin identified.

Wuyi had seen it in the past, and it was generally used by demonic archers.

Wuyi held the object briefly. "So, what are we looking at?" he asked, feigning indifference. Most of the time, before others could explain things to Wuyi, the statue of knowledge would figure out things for Wuyi. Not to disclose his well-kept secret, Wuyi pretended to be curious about things and would ask questions.

"She was struck in the back with this curse-bane while still alive. Then her face was torn away," Jin said, his eyes narrowing.

Wuyi nodded and returned the object to Jin. The moment it left his hand, he felt a sense of relief for some reason. Even though his hands were covered with Qi, they itched where the thorns had pricked him, as if tainted by some malevolent energy. But the relief was not because he disliked the energy. He could feel that the statue of shadow liked this energy in the curse-bane arrow.

His two statues, Valor and Shadow, preferred devouring demonic beings compared to righteous ones. If righteous beings were a humble meal for the statues, then demonic beings were like spicy feasts.

"Curious," Wuyi mused at the arrow. Meiying was observing him closely, noting his every reaction.

" Women and their keen senses", he thought.

Her smile elicited a smile from him in return. The tension in the garden seemed to lift.

Wuyi asked them to stay alert; with a monster-aided murderer on the loose, staying alert was imperative.

Wuyi approached his horse. Yun Ming joined him. "That woman is a problem," Yun Ming commented.

"As is Baijian," Wuyi retorted.

"No other group would have accepted her," Yun Ming frowned.

Wuyi glanced at him. "Come now, Yun Ming. Who else would take Baijian? He's more dangerous to his own than any demonic cultivator."

Yun Ming looked away. "I don't trust her. Also, she is too obsessed with you."

"I understand. Let's move," Wuyi said, opting to mount his horse without any theatrics. "Your distrust stems from her being a woman, or that she doesn't listen to you either?" he added, placing his foot in the stirrup.

He leapt into the saddle. Yun Ming took his position in the formation.

Wuyi noticed Jia watching them. "Something on your mind, young Jia?" he inquired.

"What was that object, Young Master?" Jia, being his personal attendant, had the privilege to ask questions.

Wuyi pondered for a moment. "A curse-bane arrow. The victim was a high-ranking pavilion elder," he finally said. "Until someone shot her in the back with it."

"An elder? Of the Pavilion? Who could have done this? Are you suggesting that even beasts have demonic cultivators as allies? We are facing demonic beasts and warriors both?" Jia asked, astonished.

"It's all part of the job, kid," Wuyi nodded. "Stay close."

He guided his horse around the courtyard, aligning the shattered front door with the garden entrance. He looked over his shoulder multiple times, contemplating the grim scene.

"Yuei!" Wuyi beckoned.

Yuei materialized. "What's the matter now?" he grumbled. Yuei, one of his warriors who joined Wuyi before the dungeon incident, had also become a talented archer.

Over the years, Yuei had developed a personality. Being Meiying's subordinate for years, he disliked Baijian. The fact that Baijian, who joined after him, was given more value by Wuyi than him, really bothered Yuei.

Wuyi gestured towards the two doorways. "From what distance could you accurately shoot an arrow through the front door?"

"You mean, through the entire house?" Yuei questioned. Wuyi nodded.

Yuei shook his head. "Not from a great distance. Any elevation and the arrow would hit the door frame." He squashed a bug he found on his cloak.

Their eyes met. "The archer would have to be close."

Wuyi nodded. "Jin!" he called out.

Jin was outside, examining a large reptilian footprint with his stick. "Yes, Young Master?"

"See if you and Yuei can find any traces at the back. Yuei will indicate where an archer might have positioned himself."

"Why always me? Let Tao handle it," Yuei muttered.

Wuyi's calm gaze settled on Yuei for a moment, making him wince.

Turning his horse, Wuyi sighed. "Join us as soon as you find the tracks," he instructed.

He signaled to Yun Ming. "We're heading to the fortress to meet Lady Xueyan." With a gentle touch of his spurs, Haruki snorted and reluctantly moved forward into the rain.

The remainder of the journey along the Qinglian River towards the fort was uneventful. They finally stopped near a fortified bridge, overshadowed by the towering stronghold walls.

Linen tents sprouted like soiled white blossoms in the muddy field as Wuyi's pavilions were unloaded. Warriors began digging pits for camps, while various camp followers—ranging from craftsmen to cooks—set up wooden barricades that served as temporary walls and towers.

The coachmen, indispensable to any company, filled in the gaps with their wagons. Horse lines were established, and guards were posted.

The Yushan stronghold gatekeeper had firmly denied entry to any members of the Black Brotherhood.

This was expected, and the group was already assessing the wall's height and the feasibility of scaling it.

Two seasoned members of the brotherhood—Qian, the group's unofficial legal advisor, and Rui, who was always munching on something—stood near the camp's freshly built wooden gate, discussing the chances of mingling with the young female disciples of the Lotus Pavilion in their Sleeping Quarters.

Wuyi couldn't help but smile as he rode past them, acknowledging their salutes. He ascended the steep gravel path that led from the fortified town, winding through switchbacks until he reached the fortress's inner courtyard. Behind him, his banner bearer, and followers dismounted quietly, standing beside their steeds. Wuyi took off his brotherhood mask that he had put on.

Wuyi gave his mask to his Zhen, and another attendant carried his sword.