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I followed Mu Xuanche to the front of the Courtyard, and from a distance, I could smell the delicious aroma of food.
Looking ahead, I saw my mother bustling about, while my father sat nearby, teasing Chang'an.
It was such a warm and joyful scene that I found myself entranced by the laughter and chatter.
Mu Xuanche took my hand in his palm. Although his temperature was noticeably cooler than mine, that icy touch seemed to possess a magical warmth that enveloped me.
It had been a long time since I had enjoyed such familial bliss. Seeing this scene made my eyes slightly redden with emotion.
Just as we sat down to eat, Bai Qiling rushed in with a frown.
Without needing to guess, I knew that if it weren't for something urgent, Bai wouldn't appear so flustered.
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the table grew tense. Bai Qiling handed a document to Mu Xuanche.
He took it with one hand and pressed it down on the table.
His demeanor was calm and composed, in stark contrast to Bai's anxious appearance as he said lightly, "Let's eat."
This matter must be truly urgent; Bai Qiling struggled to respond, "But..."
"White," he said with a measured tone that left no room for argument.
Bai Qiling succumbed to his words and silently sat down to eat.
I felt grateful to Mu Xuanche; I knew he was suppressing urgent matters so that I could enjoy this moment of family togetherness.
What a rare opportunity it was to have everyone gathered around the table for a meal.
Back when I lived at home, how I wished I could go out and eat with friends. Every meal with my parents felt like a chore.
Now, I realize how precious these ordinary days are.
Everyone at the table could tell; it was an unspoken understanding. On the surface, we all enjoyed a harmonious meal, but underneath, everyone was hastening their movements.
After my parents finished eating, they took Chang'an for a walk to help with digestion.
The big man was responsible for cleaning up everything, while I stayed beside Mu Xuanche.
It was only then that Mu Xuanche leisurely opened the document and pulled out its contents.
It was several A4 sheets printed with a few photographs.
The images were shocking—bodies stripped of their skin, without any scars, looking just like the Blood Man.
I noticed a cold smile creeping at the corners of Mu Xuanche's mouth as he looked at the pictures, sending a chill down my spine.
I asked him what was going on.
He glanced at me lightly and pointed to one of the partially skinned bodies, saying, "This method is too crude, not perfect enough. It seems the Cult of Spirits is becoming increasingly careless with their subordinates. If it were me, it would definitely be a work of art. Mercury is so precious; this is such a waste."
I marveled at Mu Xuanche's brilliance. While we both looked at those images, I couldn't discern anything from them.
Yet he had already deduced that it was the work of the Cult of Spirits and identified that they used mercury for skinning—such crucial information.
I remained silent beside him; with Mu Xuanche around, I didn't need to ask anything. I just had to wait for the results.
"Well, if the deceased were just irrelevant bystanders, you wouldn't be this anxious," he added.
After the words fell, Mu Xuanche's gaze was fixed intently on Bai Qiling, as if scrutinizing him, or perhaps interrogating him.
Bai Qiling did not respond immediately; he waited for a while before saying, "The dead are all disciples of the Xuanzong."
All the dead are from the Xuanzong. I must have heard wrong. How could the Cult of Spirits target the Xuanzong disciples?
The master has always warned us that the Xuanzong is in turmoil, but I never expected even its disciples would be implicated.
What exactly does the Cult of Spirits want? What grudge do they hold against the Xuanzong?
After listening to Bai Qiling's report, Mu Xuanche furrowed his brows tightly. It seemed that the situation was indeed serious.
Regardless, I am a disciple of the Xuanzong. With my master and senior brother missing, and Mingyue also unaccounted for, I cannot ignore such a significant incident involving the Xuanzong disciples.
"I need to return to the Xuanzong."
I announced this in front of both of them; it was a declaration, not a discussion. This was something I had to do.
"Don't rush," Mu Xuanche replied lightly.
I pointed at the photos on the table and questioned him, "How can you say not to rush? Look at how many people have died! The methods of the Cult of Spirits are too cruel."
"Will your urgency bring them back to life?"
Mu Xuanche's retort left me speechless and stunned.
He was right; my impatience wouldn't solve anything. No matter how anxious I was, it wouldn't change the reality of the massacre caused by the Cult of Spirits.
The only way now is to calm down and analyze the purpose behind the Cult of Spirits' actions, to save everyone before they do.
I asked him, "So what do we do next?"
"Let's check the Upper Xuan Sect for any clues. That old man Lingyunzi has gone missing, and Old Man has always been cunning; he might have left some hints at the Xuan Sect."
Isn't this still about the Upper Xuan Sect? He just accused me of being anxious, and this Mu Xuanche is truly infuriating.
However, he does have a point. My master has always been shrewd; he might indeed have left something behind at the Xuan Sect.
I informed my parents about the need to leave. Although they were reluctant, they nodded in agreement.
My father told me that when I initially refused to take the sleeping pills that night, he knew I could not turn back on this path.
Seeing the sorrow in my father's eyes, I gently comforted this man who had worried so much for his children.
“Dad, this is all my choice, and I should bear the consequences myself.”
He looked at me with relief and patted my shoulder, as if to acknowledge my thoughts.
Whatever choices we make, we must see them through to the end.
Without the Island Master present, Qilin Island is not safe. For the sake of my parents and Chang'an, Mu Xuanche decided after discussing with me to send them abroad.
He Zhi Yong is currently overseas. I told my father that this way we could avoid worrying and he could also help take care of He Zhi Yong. My father agreed.
My mother, however, was concerned about Chang'an. She knew it was our greatest vulnerability.
To avoid exposing our weakest point to the enemy, this woman who had hardly ever been to a first-tier city decided to spend some time living abroad.
My parents and Chang'an were secretly sent away by the Han Dynasty. They left that night without delay, while Mu Xuanche, Bai Qiling, and I set off for Xuanzong to search for clues in hopes of rescuing some people.
After arriving in H City, we switched to a bus for the next leg of our journey. To avoid drawing attention, the three of us disguised ourselves as ordinary travelers. The bus sped along the expressway, and I leaned against Mu Xuanche's shoulder, dozing off.
Before we left, Bai Qiling had altered our appearances completely to prevent anyone from the Cult of Spirits from discovering our whereabouts. Now, we looked like an ordinary couple enjoying a sweet and warm vacation together.
As I drifted into my thoughts, suddenly the bus slammed to a halt. Everyone lurched forward due to inertia. Fortunately, Mu Xuanche reacted quickly, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back.
The sudden stop was too abrupt; many passengers were injured. If it hadn't been for Mu Xuanche's intervention, my forehead would have collided with the handrail in front of me, which could have resulted in a serious injury.
No one knew what had happened except for the driver. The bus was filled with cries of pain that grated on the nerves. The driver pulled over to the side of the road.
Once the bus stabilized, those with minor injuries moved forward to check on the situation ahead. We weren't sitting too far back, so we could hear the conversations of those in front of us.
"Master, what’s going on? Do you know how many people got hurt because of this sudden brake? My wife's head is bleeding."
The speaker was a young man, around thirty years old. I noticed a woman sitting next to him, pressing a tissue against her forehead.
She must be the wife he mentioned, and it was no wonder he was angry since she was indeed injured.
I wasn't the only one listening; nearly all the passengers were waiting for the driver's response.
However, after a while, the driver still hadn't said a word.
This infuriated everyone, and they began shouting for the driver to explain himself.
Naturally, Mu Xuanche and I remained silent; first of all, we weren't injured, and more importantly, I sensed that something was amiss.
Just a second before the sudden brake, I had felt an overwhelming presence of Yin Qi, almost like Resentment surging through the air.
I looked up at him and whispered, "Did you feel that?"
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