Cultivators go missing for many reasons.
Some are delayed too long on a mission;
some are assassinated by cultivators with nefarious intentions;
some become trapped in secret realms while out adventuring;
and others simply grow rebellious at heart, dissatisfied with their clan arrangements and run away from home…
The causes are numerous and far too complex.
It is impossible to conclude that a cultivator has gone rogue just because they have disappeared.
And whether it’s a Sect or a family, for the sake of Taoist cultivation interests, along with the reputation of both the Sect and the family, admitting such a thing is out of the question, let alone conducting an investigation.
Young Master Gu became more infuriated as he thought about it, and with a casual wave of his hand, he obliterated a black-clothed cultivator.
But anger did him no good; at the moment, the whereabouts of the young master were of utmost importance.
He had also examined the scene and the conclusions he reached were not much different from those of the group of black-clothed cultivators.
Boss Jiang and others were either killed or seriously injured by the Second-grade Earth Fire Formation.
This was most certainly a premeditated, well-designed and pre-arranged ambush.
It was impossible for someone to spontaneously decide and set up such a formation to kill these traffickers…
If a cultivator was truly capable, they wouldn’t use such a complicated method; they could probably wipe out all these cultivators with a flick of their finger.
Moreover, most of the traffickers died from the minor Second-grade Fireball Technique.
This was surely to divert attention, to not reveal one’s own Taoist skills, using such a common Fireball Technique to commit murder…
No cultivator would truly spend so much effort perfecting such a trifling technique.
And then, the young master was gone…
It seemed that the group of black-clothed cultivators didn’t lie.
They were beaten to the punch by someone unknown…
Young Master Gu furrowed his brows.
“A turf war?”
“Or is there some other scheme…”
“The young master is the union of two Great Clans; just which power, which cultivator, has the audacity to target him…”
“And who would dare to snatch him away midway, ‘kidnapping’ the young master?”
“And not fear the consequences, triggering the Heavenly secret?”
The hardest part of this case was that the Heavenly secret was obscured, hiding the cause and effect, impeding foresight…
Who could have done this?
Young Master Gu was in utter turmoil.
A moment later, he thought of his cousin, how distraught and anguished she looked after the child’s disappearance, and it pained him even more.
Young Master Gu’s eyes grew colder, and despite his injuries, he ordered, “Those with severe injuries may rest; those with light injuries, continue the pursuit with me.”
“The Spiritual Power in the area hasn’t dissipated for long; we should still be able to track them…”
A Supervisor hesitantly said, “Young Master, shall we continue the pursuit…”
They had been chasing for several days without food or drink, utterly exhausted and having just weathered a fierce battle, which overwhelmed them, typically lax and prone to taking the easy way out.
They were from the Taoist Court, and even if the Gu family had great sway, they couldn’t simply be commanded at will.
Young Master Gu’s gaze became sharp, and he said with a cold laugh, “Don’t blame me for not warning you—if anything happens to that young master, you and all your brothers will be flayed alive!”
The Supervisor’s heart skipped a beat.
Only then did he realize that the rumors he had heard before were incorrect.
That young master wasn’t the Gu family’s young master!
If he wasn’t the Gu family’s young master, then he was…
The Supervisor felt as if he had been doused with cold water, and couldn’t help but shiver.
“Rest assured, Young Master Gu, we will make every effort to find the young master!”
He then scanned the group, “Quickly consume the Pills; as soon as your injuries improve a bit, we depart at once!”
Though the people were dissatisfied and somewhat confused, they understood the gravity of the situation and did not dare delay, hastily taking time to heal their wounds…
But Young Master Gu’s gaze was fixed on the distance, his expression shadowed by a veil of gloom.
“This child Yu Er… whose hands has he fallen into…”