They were ordinary Spiritual Artifacts, not meant for combat.
For lighting, ventilation, fire-proofing, dust removal, incense burning for meditation… everything a Cultivator might need in daily life.
Both Mo Hua and Gu Changhuai were a little taken aback.
"Are these items from the Xie family?"
"Did they kill the people of the Xie family and take their possessions?"
But then, why discard them after taking them?
It would make the theft pointless.
It couldn't be a spur-of-the-moment killing and looting.
Maybe after calming down, they regretted their actions, feared discovery by the Taoist Court, and decided to discard the contraband to eliminate evidence…
The group of Sin Cultivators with Fire Buddha, known for their ruthless killings, didn't seem to be that type of people…
Gu Changhuai's gaze was scrutinizing as he pondered deeply.
Mo Hua's eyes lit up with a realization, "Could they be... searching for something?"
Gu Changhuai looked at Mo Hua, "Searching for something?"
"Yes," Mo Hua pondered, "They annihilated the Xie family to find something from them..."
"This Jia Ren initially went to the Xie family to steal this item..."
"But he failed to steal it..."
"And this item is very important, they must obtain it at all costs."
"So, the Fire Buddha annihilated the Xie family."
"They gathered all the Xie family's possessions, meticulously searched through them, and then burned down the Xie family, erasing all traces..."
"As for these items to be discarded..."
"It's because they searched and didn't find it, so they decided to discard the excess..."
"Also, these spiritual artifacts stained with the blood of the Xie family's cultivators needed to be disposed of too..."
"To avoid leaving any incriminating evidence for the Taoist Court to find..."
"Or perhaps, to avoid leaving behind any karmic ties that could be traced back to them..."
Destroying these "stolen goods" in an artifact furnace would create too much noise and take too long.
It was better to use the terrain of Bishan City and discard these "stolen goods" in the deep cliffs, silently, unknowable to anyone.
Even if they were discovered later, who knows how many years later that would be.
Gu Changhuai was somewhat surprised.
This child, his mind worked quickly, and his reasoning seemed plausible.
He thought for a moment, then nodded, "That's a possibility, but it's just a possibility, let's not jump to conclusions."
"Assuming before the truth is known can easily lead us astray," Gu Changhuai reminded.
"Yes."
Mo Hua nodded.
Despite saying this, Mo Hua still felt that his guess might hold some possibility.
At least, it was a line of thought.
Gu Changhuai flipped through Jia Ren's storage bag again.
Jia Ren's storage bag was quite ordinary.
Like any common cultivator, it contained spirit stones, pills, spiritual artifacts, and some secret manuals and jade slips.
But Mo Hua saw nothing special.
On the jade slips, there were no seals, encryption, or signs of erasure.
Clearly, Jia Ren was very cautious; he didn't carry important items with him.
Mo Hua examined everything once again.
These items, while they provided evidence, offered few clues.
It could only prove that Jia Ren was related to the annihilation of the Xie family and likely had helped scout beforehand and helped dispose of the loot afterwards, deeply involved from start to finish.
But beyond that, there were no other clues.
Especially any clues related to the Fire Buddha.
In that case, they could only interrogate Jia Ren now.
Gu Changhuai took out a pill, fed it to Jia Ren, and within 30 minutes, Jia Ren woke up frowning.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was Gu Changhuai's handsome but "loathsome" face.
Gu Changhuai coldly asked, "Are you a man of the Fire Buddha?"
Jia Ren just sneered coldly, resigning himself to death, remaining silent.
Gu Changhuai continued to question:
"Where is the Fire Buddha?"
"Why annihilate the whole Xie family?"
"What is your relationship with the Fire Buddha?"
However, Jia Ren was as unresponsive as a walking corpse, unconcerned with life or death.
Gu Changhuai furrowed his brows, losing his patience.
Under these circumstances, he had no choice but to resort to torture.
Gu Changhuai took out a second-grade "branding iron," engraved with a Fire-series Formation, glowing red-hot, capable of charring flesh.
Even though the branding iron inflicted severe pain, causing Jia Ren's facial muscles to twitch, he still remained silent.
Mo Hua, looking on, had a hard time watching.
"Uncle Gu, your tool doesn't seem to be effective..."
Mo Hua silently pulled out his own "iron plate," "Maybe try mine?"
Gu Changhuai looked at the bloodstained iron plate, stunned.
And beside him, Jia Ren, hearing this crisp sound, realized there was someone else present.
Why did that voice sound so familiar?
And it reminded him of that little devil he desperately wanted to flay a thousand times...
With difficulty, Jia Ren turned to look.
A pale, delicate face, as beautiful as a painting.
Jia Ren, who seemed like a walking corpse, suddenly had a burst of energy, eyes wide in rage:
"Is... it you?!"