System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests

Chapter 161 - 113: Luochun Manor (Part 2)

Without Tie Lingyun causing trouble at this critical time, Luochun Manor was relieved of a significant portion of its pressure.

It was precisely because of this that Wen Kaiyuan placed special importance on Chu Qing.

But when Bian City introduced Hua Jinnian, the young flower boy, the words were more casual:

"The schemer we met on the road, intending to join in on the excitement."

Hua Jinnian gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

Wen Kaiyuan, too, was puzzled. Why didn’t they kill the schemer, but instead brought him back?

However, since the visitor was a guest, Wen Kaiyuan didn’t say anything harsh.

Cao Qiupu didn’t need an introduction. Just by his appearance, Wen Kaiyuan already knew who he was.

As for the last one, Xu Mao, if Chu Qing hadn’t mentioned him, Wen Kaiyuan would have thought he was just a carriage driver.

Amid the watchful eyes of many Jianghu People, the group concluded their meeting.

Wen Kaiyuan immediately led Chu Qing and his party into Luochun Manor.

This manor was massive, situated against the mountain and by the water, ascending layer by layer.

As Wen Kaiyuan introduced the place to Chu Qing and the others, during a pause in Wen Kaiyuan’s words, Bian City finally had time to inquire:

"By the way, where exactly is Manor Master Wen now?"

Your daughter returned home, yet he didn’t come to greet her?

When this matter was brought up, Wen Kaiyuan, who had been speaking eloquently, suddenly fell silent.

Gentle looked at him:

"Did something happen to him? I smell blood."

At these words, Chu Qing and the others exchanged looks.

The smell of blood? How could you endure so long without asking?

Wen Kaiyuan forced a bitter smile:

"I knew I couldn’t hide it from Rou’Er’s nose.

"Your father... was assassinated last night."

Chu Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly. He glanced at Wen Kaiyuan, who felt a bit uneasy under the gaze.

Bian City and Cao Qiupu frowned deeply and scanned their surroundings, seemingly checking to see if anyone overheard.

Only Gentle quietly asked:

"Where is he now?"

Wen Kaiyuan pondered and replied:

"Your father now needs to recuperate..."

"Even if you don’t tell me, I can find him."

After saying this, Gentle disregarded Wen Kaiyuan and pulled Chu Qing to move forward.

Wen Kaiyuan had no choice but to say:

"Alright, alright, Second Uncle understands. Let me settle your friends in first, then I’ll take you there, how about that?"

Gentle stopped in her tracks and looked back at Wen Kaiyuan:

"Okay."

Wen Kaiyuan sighed helplessly and began arranging accommodations for everyone.

With many guests, they decided to assign a courtyard to them all.

Chu Qing initially wanted to return to his room, but was pulled by Gentle:

"Third Brother, will you come with me to see my father?"

Before Chu Qing could respond, Bian City couldn’t help but grin:

"What’s this, now that you’ve got your Third Brother, the Second Senior Brother doesn’t count?"

Gentle gave him an expressionless glance:

"It never did count."

"???"

Bian City stared.

Gentle sniffed carefully again and said affirmatively:

"Stinky."

Before Bian City could explode, Gentle was already pulling Chu Qing out of the courtyard.

Wen Kaiyuan glanced at Chu Qing, then at Gentle, with a somewhat inquisitive look in his eyes.

But he didn’t speak further, leading Chu Qing and Gentle towards the depths of the manor.

Along the way, Chu Qing continually observed the situation of Luochun Manor, confirming that the place was currently loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

Their courtyard wasn’t particularly strictly guarded, but stepping into the core area felt like stepping into a meticulously set-up trap.

Patrols were densely packed all around.

Moreover, the foundation of Luochun Manor was genuinely extraordinary.

Those hidden in the shadows weren’t just any martial artists.

Judging merely by their breathing, none of them had weak Inner Strength... at least none less formidable than Dong Xingzhi before he trained in the ’Nine Profound Divine Skill’.

One Dong Xingzhi might not mean much.

But if every person here has such profound Inner Power and has undergone rigorous training, following orders strictly...

The force they could muster would be incredibly formidable.

Since its establishment, Luochun Manor has occupied merely one hundred and twenty-eight miles, with this area being as secure as a fortress.

As formidable as Iron Blood Hall is, no matter how influential you are, you cannot cross this border.

Spending many years operating within such a space, it’s not incomprehensible to produce elite talents.

But with that said... it’s even more perplexing.

Who could injure Wen Fusheng under such conditions?

One must understand that this Manor Master Wen is no ordinary person.

If one were to forcibly create a rank list for the masters of South Ridge,

this person would at least be in the top ten.

For such a master, with such tight security, to still get injured... it sounds almost like a legend, yet it’s practically akin to one.

Chu Qing glanced at Wen Kaiyuan again, curling the corners of his mouth slightly, then asked:

"I heard from Gentle earlier that both her uncles have always been very caring to her since she was young.

"Today I met the Second Uncle, but where is the Third Uncle currently?"

Wen Kaiyuan smiled:

"The third one hasn’t returned to the manor yet. As the Third Young Master knows, with all kinds of people within Luochun Manor’s territory now.

"The more people, the more trouble.

"Early this morning, the third one went out to handle things.

"Sigh, and with so many Jianghu People around, it’s the ordinary people who suffer the most.

"Their temperaments are unpredictable... A slight misstep and they might start killing.

"Honestly... Sigh..."

He wanted to say there’s no rule of law, but the problem is, in today’s world, where is there any rule of law?

Chu Qing nodded, not inquiring further.

Following Wen Kaiyuan through twists and turns, they finally reached a large courtyard.

Though this place seemed secluded, if one were to view the entire Luochun Manor from above, they would find, to their amazement, that it is precisely at the center of the manor.

Upon arriving at the gate, a light call was made.

The courtyard door promptly opened, revealing figures standing at various spots, casting focused glances at the outsiders.

By the inner room’s door, a black-clad man with crossed arms leaned against the wall and glanced at Chu Qing.

His eyes were bright, clearly boasting impressive Inner Power.

This black attire wasn’t Night Clothes but had meticulous gold filigree patterns, quite exquisite.

After merely glancing at Chu Qing, his gaze landed on Gentle, momentarily dazed, before he quickly stood straight and cupped his fists:

"Greetings, Miss."

As he spoke, the door creaked open, and out walked a young girl.

She was young, seemingly no older than fifteen or sixteen.

Her features were delicate, her demeanor graceful.

Her face was not even palm-sized, yet on her fair complexion hung traces of worry.

In her hands, she carried a copper basin, within which faint traces of blood tinged red.

Seeing Gentle, her eyes suddenly reddened:

"Sister!"

With a clang, the copper basin clattered to the ground, water splashing everywhere.

She jogged over to Gentle and threw herself into her arms:

"Sister, you finally returned.

"Please tell Uncle, Kerren doesn’t want to get married yet, okay?"

So this is Wen Kerren.

Seeing this girl here, some of Chu Qing’s surmises were further confirmed.

"Don’t be willful, Kerren."

Wen Kaiyuan furrowed his brows slightly:

"Your sister has traveled hard, whatever’s on your mind, tell her after she sees your uncle first.

"Now let go..."

Wen Kerren reluctantly released Gentle.

Gentle pondered for a moment, then touched her head:

"Good girl."

Wen Kerren pouted, feeling more aggrieved, her large eyes filling with tears, on the brink of crying.

Gentle didn’t say much else and led Chu Qing into the room.

Just as they were about to step inside, the black-clad man suddenly reached out, blocking Chu Qing’s path:

"Miss, the Manor Master is severely wounded and unfit for meeting outsiders."

He didn’t look at Chu Qing, only at Gentle.

Gentle looked back at him:

"Let us pass."

The black-clad man neither complied nor retorted, merely holding out an arm, silent and still.

Chu Qing shook his head slightly, looking at Gentle:

"Do you really want me to go in?"