NOVEL NEXT Chapter 52
With a command, Ning XuanWu's experts all came down the mountain.
"Master, I don't think it's wise for us to attack so rashly," said Yao Ling'er worriedly after arriving at Pingjiang City.
"What's unwise about it? For revenge this big, could we not take it?" Ning XuanWu said sinisterly, "Furthermore, my two treasured artifacts are still in that man's hands. How could I just let it be?"
"That's not what I meant, Master. You misunderstood," Yao Ling'er explained hurriedly, "Revenge must be taken, and the two treasured artifacts must certainly be retrieved. But if we just barge in aggressively like this, what if the other side is prepared?"
"WuFeng and WuChen's experience is a lesson!"
"I think it would be better to plan this carefully."
Hearing this, Ning XuanWu's eyebrows furrowed. He had been blinded by hatred before, but now that Yao Ling'er reminded him, she was right!
"That's right, didn't you have contact with him before?" Ning XuanWu asked solemnly, "So what is his actual strength?"
Hearing this, Yao Ling'er furrowed her brows tightly.
Her eyes flickered with gravity as she looked seriously at Ning XuanWu and said, "Master, this is why I'm advising you to plan carefully."
"His strength..."
Saying so, Yao Ling'er took a deep breath and said gravely, "I can't see through it."
"Can't see through?"
Ning XuanWu couldn't help but frown.
"That's right. And it's not just simply being unable to see through. It's being completely unable to sense his aura at all," Yao Ling'er said with knitted brows as she recalled the past. "If I hadn't seen with my own eyes him using the Swift Cloak as a rag, and known that the two martial uncles were killed by him, I might have thought he was just an ordinary person."
Yao Ling'er's words made Ning XuanWu frown even tighter.
Now that he thought back, he realized he had overlooked a big problem.
Since WuFeng and WuChen could be so easily decimated, it meant that Yu WuJie was not lying that day, and it was not a smoke bomb set by QingShan Sect.
This meant that the terrifying knife in Lu QingShan's hands really might have been forged by this person.
If this was true, would his XuanWu Sect achieve anything by barging in?
Would he, Ning XuanWu, be this person's match?
The answer was obvious. If the knife he forged could make Lu QingShan chase him and kill indiscriminately for 3000 li, then his true strength was probably heaven-defying!
For a moment, Ning XuanWu felt uncertain in his heart, and involuntarily started getting cold feet.
But when he thought about his two disciples again, one with no bones left and one whose bones were fed to dogs, he couldn't swallow this anger.
"Then listen to my orders, send a scout first to investigate."
Obviously, Ning XuanWu was not entirely brainless either.
After some careful consideration, he made this decision.
...
"Ah, the weather today is so nice!"
In the courtyard, Yi Feng lay lazily on a recliner, basking comfortably in the sun!
"Master, I've finished cleaning the entire hall. Do you have any other instructions?" This was the first big clean-up the martial arts school had done. Zhong Qing worked hard for two days before getting it cleaned up.
Yi Feng looked at Zhong Qing approvingly.
This child was so obedient.
"Since the rags are still pretty good, don't waste them. Hang them outside the door to dry, they can still be used in the future," Yi Feng gently instructed.
"Yes, Master."
"Oh right, the weather was quite humid recently. Take down the eighteen scrolls in the front hall to dry too, but hang the scrolls in the yard to avoid them blowing away in the wind," Yi Feng softly added. Although the scrolls seemed useless and wouldn't sell for much, they decorated the hall as furnishings and gave his martial arts school some flair.
Zhong Qing obediently followed the instructions.
He first took down the eighteen scrolls to dry in the yard, then wiped down the walls where the scrolls hung with a rag before hanging the rag outside the martial arts school entrance.
"Huff!"
"Huff!"
At this moment, several figures flashed over and landed in the shadows.
It was Ning XuanWu, XuanWu Sect members, and a pale-faced youth beside them.
Clearly, the youth was the scout they had selected to investigate the martial arts school.
"Don't worry, if you can't come back, I'll give your family and friends the best treatment. But if you do come back, you'll be immediately promoted to personal disciple. You can pick any elder to formally apprentice under." Ning XuanWu patted the youth's shoulder and instructed him.
"Master, look."
But just after he finished instructing, Yao Ling'er's urgent voice sounded from the side.
Following Yao Ling'er's pointing, Ning XuanWu immediately cast his gaze onto the entrance of the martial arts school, his expression changing drastically.
There.
A rag was hanging.
Dirty and twisted up.
"Tss!"
"Swift Cloak."
Seeing this scene, Ning XuanWu immediately erupted. Although he had heard it from Yao Ling'er's mouth before, seeing his beloved treasure hung as a rag with his own eyes lit his anger.
Provocation.
Blatant provocation.
It was simply looking down on him too much.
"Son of a bitch, I won't rest until I've killed you."
In an instant, Ning XuanWu erupted with towering aura. Stepping on the ground with his foot, he charged towards the martial arts school.