Volume One: Emerging Brilliance Chapter 121: Investigation and Betrayal

The next morning.

The Yakuza Martial Arts Hall received an unexpected visitor.

Though the woman’s face was pale, her sharp, piercing eyes sent a chill through the students inside, making them too afraid to approach.

When Zhao Qingming saw Chu Yue enter, he didn’t immediately attack. Instead, he casually said, “Follow me.”

The two left, one after the other.

The onlookers exchanged glances, none knowing Chu Yue’s true identity, but all sensing that her aura was far too powerful for an ordinary person.

She had to be a formidable force!

Entering the small room that Lin Wangjue had visited just yesterday, Chu Yue looked straight ahead and said, “Please, senior, grant me the antidote.”

“You want to kill my martial arts students, and now you ask me for the antidote?” Zhao Qingming laughed.

“You wouldn’t have let me in if you intended to kill me,” Chu Yue replied fearlessly.

Zhao Qingming’s smile faded as he looked coldly at her. “Enough with the words. Give me a reason not to kill you.”

Chu Yue’s body tensed, sweat prickling her skin. Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze and said slowly, “Senior, my brother is dead. It’s related to him.”

“Hmm?” Zhao Qingming’s brow furrowed; he was unaware of the circumstances.

Seeing his frown, Chu Yue’s heart suddenly jumped.

Had she misjudged?

Could it truly not have been them?

She had only said that to deceive Zhao Qingming, hoping to see if he was responsible for her brother’s death.

But Zhao Qingming’s reaction made it clear he had no knowledge of it.

She had no reason to suspect him of deception or acting.

More importantly, she knew that someone like Zhao Qingming would never lie about such matters—if he had done it, he would own up to it.

“Senior, are you really unaware?” she pressed.

Zhao Qingming sneered, “Ridiculous. If I wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as flipping my hand. I don’t need to lie.”

Hearing this, Chu Yue’s already pale complexion drained even further. Despite the oppressive aura emanating from Zhao Qingming, she gritted her teeth and asked, “May I ask... what is the cultivation level of your disciple?”

“You saw when you came in,” Zhao Qingming replied indifferently. “Wangjue has been here less than three months. Do you think a sixteen-year-old, just out of exams, would be that strong?”

“Impossible...” Chu Yue’s face turned even paler, and she stood there, stunned.

She knew her brother Chu Liang’s cultivation well—he was not far from the Red Star Realm.

That kid, at Spirit Condensation Level Three, was no match for her brother.

How could he have killed him?

At that moment, she felt utterly disoriented.

Who truly was the murderer of her brother?

“Senior, you really didn’t kill the Blood Wolf King in the Blood Wolf Valley?” Chu Yue asked stubbornly.

“Hmm?” Zhao Qingming frowned again.

What nonsense was this woman spouting?

Realizing her suspicions were true, Chu Yue was completely lost. “Then who killed my brother? He said he was going to kill the Blood Wolf King, but in the end, both he and the Blood Wolf King died...”

She carefully studied Zhao Qingming’s expression and could clearly see that this powerful person truly was unaware.

Zhao Qingming was in no mood to watch her linger in despair. He waved his hand. “Leave. Be gone from Peace Town before nightfall.”

“Senior, the antidote...” Chu Yue snapped back to herself, not intending to leave yet, her eyes filled with hope.

But Zhao Qingming cut her off abruptly, his gaze turning icy cold. “Get out!”

At those words, Chu Yue clenched her fists so tightly her nails almost pierced her flesh, realizing the antidote was unattainable. Without hesitation, she turned and left.

Just as she opened the door, about to leave, she suddenly stopped and asked, “Senior, I investigated before coming here, but found no information about you. Who exactly are you?”

A powerful being hiding his identity, quietly living among the common folk, undetected even by the high-ranking officials of the safety zone.

Chu Yue refused to believe Zhao Qingming was merely idling through life—he must have some agenda!

With that, she vanished swiftly.

Zhao Qingming’s expression remained unchanged as he watched her go. He did not pursue her but turned back to tend to the plants, calm and unreadable.

...

At this moment.

Community One, Commercial Street No. 110, First Apothecary Shop.

“Is this the Nine-Leaf Flower?” Old Huang carefully examined the plant Wangjue handed him, his face flushed with excitement. “Wangjue, are you really selling this?”

“Yes,” Wangjue replied casually. “Old Huang, you name the price.”

“The Nine-Leaf Flower is extremely rare, a key ingredient in many potions and pills,” Old Huang said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “Hmm... we’re all friends here, so I won’t shortchange you. It’s very valuable to me too. How about three million for it?”

Three million?

The price was fair.

Wangjue nodded and agreed immediately, “Alright, it’s a deal.”

“Heh, Wangjue, be honest with me,” Old Huang suddenly grinned slyly. “Do you still have more? No matter how much, I can take it all. You should think about it.”

“This was also something I got during my last trip to the Blood Wolf Territory,” Wangjue said without expression. “But I was so busy with exams and the adventurer certification that I almost forgot about it.”

“Such a pity...” Old Huang sighed sincerely. “If you ever have more spiritual herbs, come to me first. I’ll offer you a fair price. I’m close with your senior brother, Monkey, too. You know, friends don’t let friends do business with outsiders.”

Monkey?

Wangjue paused, having been worried about finding Monkey recently.

She casually asked, “By the way, has he contacted you lately?”

“Hey, now that you mention it, I haven’t heard from him in days!” Old Huang was startled—he hadn’t seen Monkey for a while either.

After hearing this, Wangjue said no more. She pocketed the money, exchanged greetings with the old man by the door, and disappeared into the crowd.

Watching her leave, the old man looked at Old Huang. “Tsk, tsk, the Nine-Leaf Flower... haven’t seen one in ages. Ordinary people wouldn’t be able to get their hands on this.”

“No wonder they say he’s a man of destiny,” Old Huang carefully stored the flower away, grinning ear to ear. “With this, the pill formula I found last time has an even better chance of success.”

“Do you think Monkey might...” the old man suddenly asked.

“Uh...” Old Huang raised an eyebrow but shook his head. “Don’t worry about him. Since he hasn’t contacted me, it means he’s not in dire straits yet.”

“Sigh, getting old, I just don’t understand you young folks anymore...” The old man nodded knowingly, settling back into his wooden chair and lighting his pipe with a sigh.

...

That evening.

“Linlin, I’ll be home soon.”

A young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six walked down the street, speaking on the phone. “Are you hungry? I’ll grab you something on my way. Okay, wait for me. I’ll buy it for you.”

He hung up, satisfied, when suddenly his vision went dark—he was grabbed and abducted on the spot.

Half an hour later.

“Brother Hou...?”

In an abandoned factory, under the moonlight, the man finally recognized his captor as Monkey. His complexion shifted, but he forced calm. “What do you want?”

“Li San, have I ever wronged you?” Monkey’s eyes were icy as he toyed with a dagger, his expression calm.

“Brother Hou, how could you say that?” Li San forced a smile. “We’ve known each other for nearly ten years—like brothers. Besides, you brought me into this world; without you, I wouldn’t be where I am.”

“Hahaha, well said!” Monkey laughed bitterly. “Like brothers, huh? Is that really what you think?”

He looked at Li San coldly.

Seeing the usually harmless smile on Brother Hou’s face, Li San felt unsettled. Today, his eyes were unusually cold.

His throat twitched involuntarily. Though suspecting something, he feigned ignorance. “Brother Hou, there must be some misunderstanding. Tell me, and I’ll say everything I know!”

Monkey said nothing. Suddenly, the dagger plunged into Li San’s thigh.

“Pfft...”

Blood splattered.

“Ah!” Li San screamed in pain. “Brother Hou, stop! Please!”

“Li San, you’re so untrustworthy,” Monkey said coldly. “I treated you like a brother, and you betrayed me? After all these years helping you, you turn around and conspire with outsiders against me?”

“Brother Hou, I didn’t...” Li San clutched his leg, pale as death.

“You know I hate traitors the most!” Monkey grabbed his hair and slammed his head onto the ground hard. “Only we two knew about the Blood Wolf King. Why I’m being hunted—don’t you have any idea?”

“Brother Hou, believe me, it wasn’t me!” Li San’s face turned pale, bloodied, but he refused to confess. “I know nothing! You can’t blame me—we’ve been friends for ten years.”

“You knew it was ten years, right?” Monkey’s face was expressionless, cold and merciless in the night. “You begged me to bring you into this trade. Now you’ve grown wings and sold me out?”

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