The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1118 - 608: Changtian, You Are Free (Double Release Combined)

What happened? Miluo frowned, and there was a knocking sound on the door.

The person who entered was his most trusted Grand Steward. The old man bowed and said in a low voice: "An urgent report has come from the Central Capital. The Jin Family’s Miss is dead, and Sect Leader Jin has rushed to the Central Capital to investigate the cause of his daughter’s death."

Miluo murmured a low "hmm," somewhat absent-mindedly.

The Grand Steward continued: "We specially reserved the Superior Room in Haoyu Pavilion for Elder Ning Xiaoxian of the Hidden Stream, but she politely declined."

Upon hearing her name, Miluo couldn’t help but let a slight smile curve his lips, which then pressed together: "Is she trying to avoid arousing suspicion with me?"

The Grand Steward did not respond to that, but continued: "Sect Leader Jin, three hours after arriving in the Central Capital, went to see Elder Ning Xiaoxian. The content of their conversation is not yet clear, but Sect Leader Jin did not look pleased when he left the inn, suggesting the two parted on bad terms."

Miluo furrowed his brow and asked: "Why did Jin Wuhuan go to see her?"

"Someone saw that the day before, Jin Manyi also went to the inn to see her."

Miluo’s expression changed immediately: "What! In that case, why didn’t we delay Jin Manyi’s actions for a few days?" No sooner had he spoken than he realized his mistake. Sure enough, the Grand Steward was slightly startled, and a hint of discontent appeared on his face. Before Jin Wuhuan arrived at the Central Capital, it was indeed the best time to kill Jin Manyi. The plan was his personal arrangement, without room for any errors, and his subordinates wouldn’t dare miss such a good opportunity.

But with Jin Wuhuan’s cunning, he would likely suspect her immediately; otherwise, why would he go and ask her? Hmm, given this, it’s feared the old guy might even suspect him as well. Indeed, it seems the old guy has unwittingly guessed correctly by coincidence.

For this assassination, he had purposefully distanced himself from the Central Capital, even skipping the Bai Yujing sale event, only to have an error occur because Jin Manyi suddenly sought out Ning Xiaoxian. What exactly did this woman say to her at that time?

"Order as planned, tomorrow morning I will set off for the Central Capital." His fiancée unexpectedly died, so of course he, the prospective husband, should go to the scene to express his grief and, in the meantime, consolidate the relationship between Fengtian Prefecture and the Jishi Building. But after this accident, how Jin Wuhuan will calculate in his heart is now unknown.

The cold wind outside repeatedly eroded the warmth indoors. He slowly walked to the window and gazed at the pitch-black sky. He had a terrible premonition, and considering the earlier inexplicable impulse, this trip to the Central Capital would likely not be easy.

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In the fireplace, the fire cracked and popped, warming the room like spring.

She was right; this thing called a "fireplace" indeed made his time in the study enjoyable. Huangfuming reclined lazily on the soft couch, yawning and tossing the scroll he’d been holding onto the low table. The pages rustled, revealing the book’s title: "Strategy of War."

A servant carefully brought in a warm box, placed it on the desk, then opened the lid to take something out: "Young Master, these are the golden cake rolls and sweet rice balls that the Old Grand Dowager had the kitchen save for you!"

"Just leave it." He said impatiently. Who was the gossip telling the Old Grand Dowager about his recent cravings for sweets and soups? The old lady always having the kitchen send these overly sugary things for him to eat! If he found out who it was, he would stuff a month’s worth of sweets into their mouth.

He was tired and should sleep after finishing this scroll. His father’s assignments were too much. Ideally, he should have been in the Central Capital attending the Bai Yujing sale event by now, where he could also see her... His heart warmed slightly but then he discontentedly closed his eyes and pursed his lips, just about to dismiss the nearby attendants, when a quiet sound came from the desk: "Crack!"

The room was plunged into silence.

After a while, the snack-bringing servant trembled, saying: "Young Master, this, in this abacus, a few beads have broken..." Recently, the young master used this abacus frequently for arithmetic lessons and liked fiddling with the ivory beads at his desk. The crisp sound seemed to evoke pleasant memories, making him smile joyously. Now the beads were broken, he...

What! Huangfuming’s eyes widened suddenly, and he stood up with a "clatter," striding to the desk.

Sure enough, inside the exquisite abacus, two originally round beads were split in half.

His expression turned grim, he turned and locked eyes with the servant, speaking slowly: "You insolent fool, did you tamper with it? How dared you break it!"

Originally as sweet-looking as a golden boy, when angry, a violent evil qi emanated from him, making it hard for everyone in the room to breathe. The servant stammered, "I...I wouldn’t dare," but the enraged Huangfuming had already kicked him in the chest!

Just a mere mortal, the unfortunate servant was immediately sent flying ten meters, crashing heavily into the sandalwood bookcase and falling down unconscious. Books from the shelves rained down, striking his forehead until blood flowed, suggesting death or serious injury.

There had been three maids in the study, now frightened, they immediately knelt, not daring to breathe loudly.

Only then did Huangfuming carefully pick up the ivory abacus from the desk and inspect it. Luckily, only two beads were lost, the rest were intact.

In truth, he also knew that the breaking of the beads had nothing to do with the male servant.

This abacus was gifted to him by her, or rather, forcefully taken from her, he instantly recalled the scene of flipping through the embers of the small building on that day. Even before her departure, he had felt restless, and now, suddenly, the abacus beads shattered—definitely not a good omen.

Could something have happened to her?

He turned his eyes, abruptly opening the large door and stepping out.

No one knew where the young master was going in the dead of night. The maids hurried to follow, though outside, only two door guards shivered like sick chickens in the cold wind. Upon inquiry, they learned that the young master had used his Divine Skills the moment he stepped out, flying up to the roof and away. Everyone exchanged glances in bewilderment, unsure what huge matter could prompt the Young Master Huangfu to use his Divine Skills to leap high even at home. The quicker-witted maid hastily sent someone to inform the Mirror Sea King.

Great Master Qing Yue had already gone to bed.

Nearing twilight age, he always slept especially early, especially enjoying the incomparable pleasure of holding a young warm woman in snow-laden nights. Yet at this time, someone gently knocked twice on his window, calling: "Uncle, Uncle, are you asleep?"

This little ancestor changed his play now? Coming to torment people in the middle of the night. Great Master naturally recognized this voice and couldn’t help but smile wryly. The sleeping concubine quickly draped clothes over him and then served him almond milk that was slowly brewed over the warming stove.

The door opened, and Huangfuming strode in, his gaze sweeping over the concubine near the Great Master.

Qing Yue perceptively dismissed the others, saying sleepily: "What’s the matter?" Whoever was woken at midnight would be grumpy, but with this young master before him, he dared not (to be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my best motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com).