Chapter 116: The Strange Bird

Returning to Hu Village with a sense of urgency, he was met by Jiao Na, who asked, "Sir, how is the report to the authorities proceeding?"

Chen Jianchen frowned. "What else can it be? Handling it by the book."

Jiao Na said, "Father wants to see you."

"Mm."

It must have been Jiao Na who informed Master Huangfu about Lu Xiyue's abduction. If this old fox could offer assistance, the avenues for resolving the matter would undoubtedly be broader and much swifter. Waiting anxiously for the officials to investigate could drag on endlessly, and the longer it took, the more dire the consequences. Xiang’er had already met with misfortune; Chen Jianchen was determined not to witness Lu Xiyue suffer the same fate.

Inside the room, Master Huangfu lay reclined on a pillow. The sight of a fox, its fur blazing red, lying in such a human manner was both eerie and surreal.

But Chen Jianchen was used to it and showed no surprise.

"Liu Xian, I hear Miss Lu is in trouble," Huangfu said.

"Yes," Chen Jianchen replied.

He recounted the process of reporting to the authorities briefly.

Hearing of his disregard for official protocol—beating the drum with his fists—Master Huangfu’s eyes brightened. Stroking his long whiskers habitually, he said, "Liu Xian, your boldness is admirable, but I fear the officials will seize this opportunity to obstruct and delay the investigation."

The system of mutual protection among officials was well known. That old constable’s brazen demand for bribes was certainly not a lone act but represented the interests of the entire bureau.

Jiao Na immediately interjected, "It’s absurd to demand money even in a murder case. Sir, you did well. If I were there, I’d have smashed that drum to pieces. What use is a drum meant to proclaim grievances if you have to pay to beat it? What if someone has no money—do they have no recourse to justice?"

Master Huangfu shot her a sharp glance.

But Jiao Na stood her ground. "Father, though I promise to obey, I cannot listen blindly without discerning right from wrong. Sir, don’t you agree?"

Quickly turning to Chen Jianchen.

He laughed heartily. "Miss Huangfu, your words are refreshing. Why do we read the classics, if not to pursue righteousness?"

Why do we read the classics?

That question rang loud and clear… Why do we read the classics?

For fame? Wealth? Power? Profit?

Those four pursuits were likely the very reasons scholars across the land toiled ceaselessly, dreaming of passing imperial exams, leaping through the dragon gate, bringing honor to their ancestors, and securing a lifetime of glory.

Chen Jianchen suddenly recalled Nie Zhiyuan, who had reluctantly left Jiangzhou after being demoted to Jinhua in Zhejiang. After taking office as governor of Jiangzhou, he had governed diligently and cared for the people—a true upright official. Yet, “A morning memorial to the emperor, by evening banished eight thousand miles away to Zhejiang,” he ultimately fell from third-rank governor to ninth-rank county magistrate. The reasons went far beyond opposition to religious edicts; there were deep conflicts of interest involved.

Excellence in study leads to office, but officialdom was fraught with peril, far more complex than scholarship.

Master Huangfu suddenly stirred, sitting up with a start. "Liu Xian, hearing you speak thus, I understand how you cultivate such integrity. Ha! Surely, you don’t expect the authorities to solve the case and rescue Miss Lu, do you?"

Chen Jianchen raised an eyebrow. "We dare not expect that."

"Very well, then. What do you propose?"

Chen Jianchen spoke gravely. "Li Yifeng—the great official Li."

Master Huangfu focused intently. "You suspect him?"

"The kidnapper’s direct intent was abduction. Miss Lu has only one enemy in Suzhou’s jurisdiction—Officer Li. He must be the prime suspect."

Master Huangfu blinked. "You mean Miss Lu’s true identity was uncovered, hence the attack?"

Chen Jianchen said, "Given Li Yifeng’s influence and connections, uncovering someone’s identity is no great feat. Moreover, Miss Lu’s return to her hometown to honor her parents would certainly leave many clues."

Master Huangfu stroked his whiskers thoughtfully, nodding. "Liu Xian’s words ring true."

Jiao Na’s eyes sparkled. "Since we have a lead, we should act immediately. The longer Miss Lu remains in their hands, the greater her danger."

Master Huangfu asked, "What of Song Niang? With her here, finding people would be easier."

Jiao Na replied, "I don’t know where she’s flown off to. She hasn’t been seen these past two or three days."

Curious, Chen Jianchen inquired, "Who is Song Niang?"

Jiao Na answered casually, "Song Niang is a bird. Sir, you should have seen her."

Upon hearing "bird," Chen Jianchen immediately recalled that beautiful yet strange flying creature—white-browed, crowned with feathers, adorned with an extremely long tail. So this bird was a spirit too?

No wonder its behavior seemed so peculiar.

Master Huangfu, as if reading his thoughts, explained, "Song Niang is a rare bird I happened to capture. I worked some magic on her, but she’s only half enlightened—not fully awakened. Hence, she’s somewhat perceptive, can speak human speech, and excels at gathering intelligence. Ha! I intended to have such a bird as company for Jiao Na, but somehow, she and Jiao Na just don’t get along—they’re always bickering."

Jiao Na giggled. "Father, you don’t understand. A fox and a bird fighting is the most amusing thing."

Master Huangfu rolled his eyes—a difficult feat in his fox form.

Chen Jianchen, unconcerned with their banter, asked, "Where is Song Niang now?"

Jiao Na shook her head. "Nobody knows. It’s strange; she’s usually around the estate. Where else could she go? Oh, she told me a few days ago she likes Miss Lu. Maybe she followed her?"

Miss Lu had stayed at Hu Village for some time. Her gentle nature meant she got along well with Jiao Na and the others. Now to learn a half-demon bird was fond of her too was somewhat baffling.

Jiao Na pondered more and more and said, "She must have been afraid we’d be scolded, so she quietly followed us out of the village to Suzhou city."

Chen Jianchen asked, "If so, why didn’t she intervene when Miss Lu was in danger?"

Jiao Na retorted, "Sir, Song Niang is only a bird, half-awakened, her spirit not capable of leaving her body. Besides dropping dung mid-air or picking up stones to throw, what harm can she truly do?"

Chen Jianchen was speechless but knew Jiao Na spoke the truth. Just as humans vary in age and strength, so do demons. Some may awaken but lack true power. Like the demon Sheng Yao Xiao Yi—when he first emerged, he was nothing more than a frightful disguise, easily defeated by a ten-year-old child. Awakening grants intelligence and the basis to learn magic, but power does not soar overnight. Especially for physically weak demons, they belong to the "vulnerable group."

Master Huangfu suddenly said, "Jiao Na, if you’re right, Song Niang must be with Miss Lu now. She hasn’t returned immediately because she’s tracking the kidnappers, trying to discover where they’ll hide, then she’ll come back to report."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jianchen slapped his thigh. "Clever!"

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The wilderness stretched vast and tangled, the path rugged. Normally deserted, now a group of men was moving forward—twelve in total.

Ah, no, thirteen, for one was wrapped in a sack, only a pair of feet exposed.

They were slender feet, perhaps from struggling, one shoe was lost, leaving only pristine white socks.

The recent struggle had clearly exhausted the captive. Perhaps faint from shock or injury, two men carried the sack, immobile.

The twelve men were burly, clad in tight black garments, their heads and faces wrapped in black scarves, moving with sinister stealth.

After a brisk march, one man said, "Boss, we’re up in the mountains now. Can we take off the scarves? It’s suffocating, covering mouths and noses."

Their leader grunted. "Fine."

With his permission, the men removed their scarves, revealing faces fierce and brutal. Many bore scars—slash marks from knives or swords.

They were notorious bandits, known as the Eighteen Liuma Bandits, led by Wang Yun, a man with a legendary background. Once a martial arts actor who repeatedly failed the imperial exams, he had been expelled after an altercation with an instructor. In rage, he gathered a band of outlaws, terrorizing travelers with ambushes and robberies.

Years of attrition had whittled their number to twelve, all wanted fugitives on Suzhou’s wanted list.

"Boss, this girl’s damn pretty—more dangerous than any flower queen on the Suzhou River. How about we…"

At that moment, a one-eyed man, adjusting his eye patch, sneered, "Zhou Bing, cut the nonsense. Not yet. We want the thousand guan reward from Officer Li, remember?"

Hearing the bounty, Zhou Bing swallowed hard. "Boss, when is Officer Li coming up the mountain?"

"Tonight. And after he’s done playing, this girl is ours."

"Really?"

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