Free Web NovelChapter 738: Chapter 300: Betrayal, Old Friends, Hidden Secrets (Ten-Thousand-Word Combo Chapter)
Behind him.
Fu Changsheng’s figure flickered into existence. His eyes were cold and determined, clearly prepared for what lay ahead.
With a wave of his sleeve.
His body flickered a few times and he arrived at a cave covered in drowsy mulberry leaves. This cave was hidden and quiet, a place he had scouted in advance.
With a swing of the Sword Point.
A clear knife wound appeared on Wuo Sang’s arm, and immediately strands of essence blood were forced out of his body. Fu Changsheng’s movements were swift and clean, without the slightest hesitation.
Fu Changsheng beckoned with his hand, and the essence blood hovered above his head, accompanied by changing techniques.
Buzz!
The essence blood transformed into a blood mist, enveloping him. This blood mist spread out, emitting a strange glow.
Immediately after.
A cracking sound of joints could be heard. His appearance changed rapidly, even his demeanor became identical to the unconscious Wuo Sang lying on the ground.
"Not bad, this Thousand Faces Technique is quite handy," Fu Changsheng said contentedly as he completed the technique.
A pat on the storage bag.
A flash of dawn light.
Several pill bottles floated before him, extracting all the essence blood from Wuo Sang’s body, and with that, he tapped the Cloud Ring Purple Immortal Tower.
Instantly, a Spirit-devouring Insect buzzed out, perching on Wuo Sang’s forehead, who was barely breathing. After giving a few instructions, Fu Changsheng beckoned once more, took the pass token from Wuo Sang, and, with a shake of his body, left the cave, identified his direction, and flew towards the Yinan Tribe.
After picking up speed.
He caught up with Wuo Shang’s group from before.
Wuo Shang, seeing "Wuo Sang" return, said joyfully:
"Brother Sixth, I thought you’d gone to the Celestial Wave Garden again." Wuo Shang’s eyes were full of relief, thinking his persistent persuasion had finally worked. He had always hoped Wuo Sang could return to his family and become a responsible man.
Because of this.
His words became more numerous throughout the journey:
"Brother Sixth, how about a drink with our families when we get back to the tribe?"
"No, I have other things to do." Fu Changsheng, mimicking Wuo Sang’s manner, stiffly refused.
"Alright then, let’s schedule it for another time. Oh, Brother Sixth, Fanm Girl’s illness can’t be delayed any longer; you must take her to see Elder Yun after you return this time..."
Wuo Shang talked non-stop along the way, deeply concerned about Fanm Girl’s illness.
Fu Changsheng responded as little as possible to avoid making mistakes.
Fortunately, Wuo Shang just needed someone to talk to, and before they knew it, they arrived at the gates of the Yinan Tribe.
From afar, a giant stone nearly a hundred feet high stood, engraved with a totem that was dragon-like but not a dragon. This totem exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, as if telling the history and glory of the Yinan Tribe.
Before the stone gate.
Soldiers moved back and forth, on high alert. They held weapons, their eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
When the group reached the gate, everyone, being familiar, exchanged pleasantries, though few were friendly with Wuo Sang.
Since they were the same batch of people.
The guards’ inspection was perfunctory, and the heart Fu Changsheng had been holding finally settled. He knew his disguise couldn’t be easily seen through; once discovered, his entire plan would collapse.
He entered the tribe relatively unchallenged.
The Yinan Tribe lived according to a strict tier system, and with Wuo Sang’s cultivation and contributions, he should only reside in the Outer Sect.
But due to his ancestor’s military achievements, he was allotted a residence in the Inner City. This was originally an honorable legacy, but once in Wuo Sang’s hands, it became utterly squandered.
The small courtyard passed on to Wuo Sang.
Because of his waywardness, the large courtyard had been divided in half. To satisfy his expenses at the Celestial Wave Garden, he sold off much of the property’s wealth.
Moreover.
The right to reside in this small courtyard was less than five years left, and if Wuo Sang failed to achieve anything further, the tribe would reclaim it. This reflected the Yinan Tribe’s clear system of reward and punishment, unwilling to tolerate the descendants’ degeneration beyond their ancestors’ achievements.
The small courtyard was in the narrow Qianyun Lane.
When neighbors passing by saw Fu Changsheng, they showed surprise. Everyone knew Wuo Sang’s ways; he had hardly been home all these years.
Granny Qiuo, who was on good terms with Wuo Sang’s wife, upon seeing Fu Changsheng, turned cold:
"Oh, the sun’s rising from the west today, is it, Young Sixth? You know your way home, after all. I thought your home was at the Celestial Wave Garden." Granny Qiuo’s words were full of sarcasm, unable to stand Wuo Sang’s treatment of his family.
Over the years.
Wuo Sang had neglected his sick wife and children, caring only for his own pleasures. The entire Qianyun Lane knew of his misdeeds. Yet, every household had its own difficulties, and only Granny Qiuo had reached out to help Wuo Sang’s wife, who was running out of options, so she naturally had no pleasant words for Wuo Sang.
A plump aunt quickly tugged at Granny Qiuo, whispering:
"Granny Qiuo, stop it now, he’s finally come back. If you drive him away with words, Fanm Girl might really..." The plump aunt’s eyes held a hint of worry. Although she didn’t like Wuo Sang either, she was still concerned about Fanm Girl’s illness.
Granny Qiuo snorted coldly.
And held her tongue.
Fu Changsheng murmured to himself:
"I can’t believe Wuo Sang’s character is this poor, detested by both humans and ghosts alike."
He stopped at the entrance of the small courtyard.
At this moment, the door creaked open, revealing a painfully thin young woman, trembling as she said:
"You’re back, children’s father." Her voice was weak and trembling, her eyes filled with uncontrollable fear.
