582 Conspiracy_3
“Let me find out who ruined my plans, and I shall devour your flesh alive, drink your blood…”
“Curse you, and may you die a horrible death, I will devour all your relatives and friends clean!”
The Black-Clothed Leader’s voice was suppressed and husky, as if he couldn’t contain the brutal killing intent in his chest.
The other Black-Clothed Cultivators all bowed their heads with pale faces, trembling and daring not to speak.
A deadly silence thickened in the air, even exuding a strong scent of blood.
The Black-Clothed Leader’s face contorted, his hands trembling as he took out a wine gourd, took a big gulp, wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, and then he felt somewhat calmer.
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“Chase!”
The Black-Clothed Leader ordered.
Everyone sighed in relief, hurriedly bowing as they said, “Yes!”
The crowd chased outside.
One of the Black-Clothed Cultivators stepped out, but as he reached the doorway, the wind suddenly picked up, sharp as a knife, slicing him into pieces, with blood spilling everywhere.
A suave young master, his hand holding a folding fan, with a face as cold as frost, appeared inside the tavern.
“Where’s the child?”
His gaze was cold as a knife.
The Black-Clothed Leader looked at him and sneered, muttering:
“Young Master Gu…”
At the same time, dozens of cultivators dressed in Taoist robes appeared, surrounding the entire decrepit tavern.
The Black-Clothed Leader looked around with disdain in his eyes, “Taoist Court’s Hawk Dogs…”
Young Master Gu looked at the Black-Clothed Leader and, smelling the blood on him, said coldly:
“You demon-tainted abomination, whose skin are you really wearing?”
The Black-Clothed Leader looked at Young Master Gu and laughed:
“People of this world wear the skin of hypocrisy, harboring evil thoughts in their hearts. Aren’t you the same? I am merely wearing a skin of hypocrisy that is a bit more than yours and hiding an evil that is a bit more real…”
Young Master Gu, not wishing to argue, demanded:
“Where is the child?”
The Black-Clothed Leader pointed towards the tavern, “You saw for yourself. When I arrived, it was already like this. The child you want to save… someone else took him away…”
“It’s even possible…”
The Black-Clothed Leader smiled ominously, “that he’s already been torn apart…”
Young Master Gu angrily said, “Fine, fine, then leave your life here to accompany the child in death!”
The Black-Clothed Leader sneered, “With your Gu Family, and these running dogs of the Taoist Court, you still cannot hurt me…”
With no agreement between the two sides, a big battle was on the verge of breaking out.
Young Master Gu wielded the folding fan in his hand, sending out Wind Blades with each flick—sharp, dense, and deadly.
The Black-Clothed Leader, seeming unwilling to reveal his trump card, relied only on his flesh and the filthy Blood Qi around him to engage with Young Master Gu’s Wind Blades and the many cultivators from the Taoist Court.
As they fought, they intentionally avoided the tavern, as if neither wanted to destroy the clues within it.
It was a fierce battle, and neither side showed any mercy.
However, because this was only a Second-Grade Prefecture Border, Young Master Gu and the Black-Clothed Leader couldn’t go all out, making it difficult to fight to the death.
The fierce battle lasted for half an hour.
In the end, the Black-Clothed Leader, severely injured, escaped.
Young Master Gu’s breath was weak; he too had suffered serious injuries.
The rest of the Black-Clothed Cultivators, however, all died.
Young Master Gu instructed, “Record the appearances of these people; I will settle accounts later.”
An Enforcement Leader went to do so, but after a moment, he reported back:
“Young Master, it’s not clear…”
Young Master Gu went forward to look, and that’s when he discovered that these Black-Clothed Cultivators had been poisoned with demonic toxin; after death, the Demonic Qi destroyed their flesh, contaminated their meridians, and Spiritual Roots, leaving only black, stinking piles of flesh and blood that made it impossible to distinguish their identities.
Young Master Gu cursed, “A bunch of cowards, scum!”
“Shrinking back at every turn!”
“Dare to turn to demons, but don’t dare to leave their faces behind!”
This way, they could only investigate under the pretense of “missing cultivators” at various Great Sects and Clans.
But that was virtually impossible to track.