Chapter 144 – 114: The Technique of Sacrifice for Cultivating Qi, Master’s Breakthrough_2
“As you said, it wasn’t long after you separated from the third brother that someone was able to easily kill them,” he deduced. “Clearly, the person who made the move must be much stronger than the third brother.”
“I thought the same, so I didn’t dare stay in the mountains any longer and led everyone to retreat first,” the white-robed youth concurred.
The burly man nodded and didn’t blame the white-robed youth for fleeing the scene.
Since the third brother had died, it was pointless for the second brother and the others to remain in the mountains.
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But who exactly was the perpetrator?
The power needed to easily kill the third brother must not be far inferior to his own.
Within the Wei Mansion, only Wei Xinghe had such strength.
But Wei Xinghe couldn’t possibly have left the Wei Mansion unless he truly intended to abandon his ancestral home.
Could it be that the Wei Family had sought external assistance? Or was there another power meddling, trying to claim a share of the prize?
At this thought, the burly man’s heart tightened.
If that was the case, they would need to be cautious.
They couldn’t afford to let others reap the benefits of the powers they had painstakingly built, making them a laughingstock among the Tian Heaven Sect.
“Senior brother, isn’t our master in the city?” the white-robed youth asked cautiously.
“The master has gone out of the city to meet someone.”
“Who could be so important that our master personally needs to receive them?” The white-robed youth’s eyes widened.
The burly man glanced at him. “Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t know. The master’s affairs are not for you to inquire about. Better think about how you’ll explain the death of the third brother to him when he returns.”
A chill ran through the white-robed youth, and he dared not inquire further.
He knew that although he was the second among the master’s direct disciples,
in the master’s heart, his status was far below that of the eldest senior brother.
He was even less favored than the third brother, who was the master’s adopted son.
Many things were crystal clear to the eldest senior brother, yet he was utterly clueless.
Like this pressing matter with the Wei Family which was supposedly about a treasure, he had no idea what the treasure actually was.
Yet it seemed the eldest senior brother understood it very well.
Jealousy briefly flared in the white-robed youth’s heart, but he quickly suppressed it.
Time slowly passed, and by the time the morning sun had risen, a figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard, unnoticed at first.
It was a thin, somewhat fierce-looking old man with eyes like a sharp eagle.
“What’s going on, second brother, third brother, what happened to them?”
A somewhat hoarse voice rang out, sending shudders through the burly man and the others.
Only then did they notice the thin figure.
Everyone hastily bowed in greeting: “Master (Second Elder)!”
This person was none other than the white-robed youths’ master, Wang Cangyi.
Wang Cangyi, however, paid no heed to these gestures, his fierce eyes fixating on the white-robed youth:
“What are you telling me? How did the third brother die?”
Under the oppressive gaze of the master, the white-robed youth broke out in a cold sweat.
“Master, it went like this…”
The white-robed youth shakily recounted the conversation he had earlier with the eldest senior brother.
After listening, Wang Cangyi looked at the others.
He casually pointed to one of them: “Is that so?”
“Re… reporting to the Second Elder, it is indeed as the second senior brother said. By the time we arrived, the third senior brother and the others were already dead,” the pointee replied, trembling.
“So, you’re saying that you went into the mountains this time and not only failed to capture Wei Xinghe’s wife and child but also lost the lives of the third and seventh brothers?”
The white-robed youth shuddered, lowering his head: “Yes, master.”
Wang Cangyi glared at the second disciple.
The white-robed youth trembled, and just as he could no longer hold himself up and was about to collapse, he finally felt the master’s gaze shift away.
“Useless!”
Wang Cangyi huffed coldly.
With a wave of his hand, he flung aside the white cloth covering the two corpses of Wang Qingshan, revealing their somewhat ghastly bodies.
His gaze darkened as he looked at the wounds on the corpses of his two disciples, Wang Cangyi’s expression was ice-cold to the extreme.
“Good, very good. No matter who you are, daring to kill my disciples, I, Wang Cangyi, will remember this vengeance.”