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Although Old Qiao is not from Shimen, he is like a sworn brother to me. Bo Gu, with his keen observations, sees things more clearly from the perspective of an outsider than I do as the one involved. I sensed something interesting and hurriedly moved closer to ask, “What have you discovered?”
Old Qiao pinched his chin and pointed to the middle section: “Look, you have three masters and one Shishu here. Their disciples are Li San, Kun Ba, Kan Liu, Gen Qi, Zhen Si, and Xun Wu, plus you and Dui…”
I was taken aback; this was precisely: “...Fuxi Bagua!”
Old Qiao nodded. “What your master hasn’t told you must be related to the eight of you. Now that Li San has appeared, in due time, the others will surface as well. By then, even if you don’t ask, someone will naturally inform you.”
Hearing this made me feel uneasy. After pondering for a moment, I decided to suppress my anger and asked, “So what do you think we should do next?”
Old Qiao cautiously glanced at me. “On this matter, my opinion aligns with Old Ge’s. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I must say it: I’m not sure what kind of person your master is, but I know your Third Granduncle Master well enough—he is definitely someone who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. If it weren’t for his reservations about your identity during the last incident in the underground palace—”
“I was already dead during that incident, wasn’t I?” It was better not to mention it; just bringing it up made me angry. “By the way, Old Qiao, let me ask you something: what exactly is my relationship with the Blood Poison Man? Or what connection does the Blood Poison Man have with ‘Qian Yi’?”
I had been contemplating one question: Am I unique? Why did Old Qiao, Third Granduncle Master, and Lao Wantong react with surprise whenever ‘Qian Yi’ was mentioned? What does the name ‘Qian Yi’ truly represent? And as this inferior version of ‘Qian Yi,’ what am I missing that causes them to react with astonishment?
Old Qiao paused for a moment; his expression became quite complex. It seemed I had hit a nerve with my question. I waited patiently for his response, but after several seconds passed—time felt frozen—the only difference was that Old Qiao avoided my gaze.
Seizing the moment, I decided to press on for answers. Just then, the train suddenly jolted violently as if something were crashing into it. Cups, teapots, pillows, bags—all clattered to the floor as I nearly lost my balance. “What the hell is going on? Did we derail?”
Old Qiao tumbled on the bed and quickly scrambled to hold onto the bedpost for stability. He pointed at the window with a finger: “Look…”
As soon as I turned my head, I saw an off-road vehicle spinning around in the swirling dust outside, then charging straight toward us! My heart sank; damn it, it was coming right for us! At this speed, it looked like it was going to run us over!
I snapped out of my daze and shouted to Old Qiao, “What are you waiting for? Run, run!”
Just then, there was a deafening crash. None of us reacted in time; a massive shockwave sent us flying backward. My ears buzzed incessantly, and shards of glass rained down on us like bullets. Oh my God, that feeling… it was worse than death!
In the chaos, I vaguely saw a shadow jump down from the front of the crashed vehicle. It looked like a person, but I couldn’t see clearly. My eyes were filled with blood, and my eyeball throbbed painfully. Instinctively, I reached up to touch my face—damn it, I felt a shard of glass sticking out… My hand trembled uncontrollably. No way, am I… blind?
The shadow had somehow moved right in front of me, our faces inches apart. I wanted to scream, to warn him not to come closer, but my throat felt like it was being squeezed shut; no sound would come out. Suddenly, I caught a strong whiff of Xian Cao—it was a sedative that could suppress the excitement of the cerebral cortex. Unfortunately, it didn’t work on me, but I decided to cooperate since I felt like I was about to be choked to death.
Just when I thought I was done for, the shadow suddenly vanished. I heard my junior brother’s voice above me, sounding like he was squeezing toothpaste: “What the hell? You can sleep through this? Am I really that boring?”
A Li’s voice became clearer: “Keep your voice down; if you want to sleep, just sleep. Let’s forget about Emerald Villa from now on; no one is allowed to mention it again.”
My junior brother snorted dismissively and replied sarcastically, “You just take care of yourself; don’t let your ‘ Brother Qian Yi ’ charm get the better of you!”
The more I listened, the more confused I became. My mind felt like a mess; I didn’t even realize that one of my hands had already touched around my eyes and found no scars at all… I saw my junior brother sitting at my feet peeling an orange while A Li sat across from me on the bed reading a book. Oh my God, could it be that everything just now was a dream?
My junior brother noticed that I had opened my eyes and stretched lazily before teasing me: “Oh… Senior Brother, you’re awake! Man, I’m so tired; time for me to sleep!” He clapped his hands and rolled over onto the upper bunk.
A Li looked at me but ultimately held back her words. Unable to contain myself any longer, I asked her first: “How did I fall asleep? Where’s Old Qiao?”
At that moment, my junior brother poked his head over from above and chimed in: “How did you fall asleep? That’s what I want to ask you! I've seen pigs doze off, but never one that sleeps worse than a pig! If we talk about Emerald Villa again, then I'm definitely a pig!”
I laughed and said, "Oh, really? I was going to ask you about this black gold cane, but it seems I can only ask A Li."
Actually, when I first woke up, I had noticed the cane that my junior brother had strapped to his waist. It was made entirely of seamless black gold, about 55 centimeters long and as thick as three fingers. In the center was a sheep's head the size of a fist, with two horns on top and four grooves carved between them, perfectly designed to fit four fingers. Such thoughtful design must mean that the internal mechanism of the cane was ingeniously crafted.
My junior brother couldn't contain his excitement and immediately jumped down to demonstrate (though he still refused to speak to me out of spite). It turned out that this cane was indeed no ordinary object; it had a very delicate mechanism hidden within the Sheep Eye. As soon as it was triggered, two black Jin Si would shoot out from both ends of the cane, each connected to a finely crafted lotus-shaped five-clawed hook that could extend and retract freely. This combination made it both a weapon and a load-bearing rope, truly a clever dual-purpose tool.
A Li explained that this cane was called "Ze Zhang," crafted from the purest segment of Ancient Black Gold. There was another item called "Zhang," which belonged to the front and back sections of the same black gold stone. Its appearance was similar, but the handle part was replaced with a horse's head positioned lower down, about a fist's length from one end. Its functionality was vastly different; once the Horse Eye mechanism was activated, the arm would immediately rotate into a triangular shape, resembling an all-around blade that combined three swords into one—flawless in every direction and capable of cutting through iron like mud.
Then A Li took out the "Zhang" from a box under the bed and handed it to me. "This was personally crafted by Kui Liu Ye over three nights. He gives it to you and Dui as thanks for helping him find the Millennium Blood Jade."
I immediately picked it up to try it out; indeed, it was extraordinary. I couldn't help but admire Kui Liu Ye more than before. However, I didn't believe for a second that he would gift us such two precious weapons solely because of the blood jade; the real reason must be closely related to that ultimate battle. I needed to find an opportunity to get my junior brother to talk more.
Both my junior brother and I had lost our daggers when we got off the ground, so receiving such gifts felt like timely assistance in our time of need, far superior to what we had before. A hero deserves a treasured sword; I would not refuse such generosity.
A Li informed us that we had half an hour until we reached our destination, prompting us to get ready. I didn’t have much to pack; after sleeping for so long, I just wanted to wash my face.
As soon as I opened the door, I bumped into Old Qiao. He looked flustered and exclaimed, "No... it's bad! Old Ge... jumped off the train!"
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