Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1131 - 1131 45 Meng Shuais Military Records I

Chapter 1131: Chapter 45 Meng Shuai’s Military Records I [2-in-1]_3 Chapter 1131: Chapter 45 Meng Shuai’s Military Records I [2-in-1]_3 …

A murder case was certain to attract the attention of the authorities.

After an examination by the officials, a conclusion was given—

“Killed by someone, the murder weapon should be a sickle.”

“The person has been dead for at least three days.”

The village head’s face grew even paler, from the bloodless hue it wore before, now it was as white as paper, “Killed by someone? A sickle?”

He instinctively remembered the sickle that had landed at his door three days prior.

“Old Mo had just moved here not long ago, how could he have any enemies in this village?”

“Enemies?” The village head’s mind flashed with the thought of someone but then immediately returned to the bloodied sickle at his doorstep.

At the same time, another thought crossed his mind: By now, Meng Fang should be at least seven or eight hundred miles away, right?

Even if we sent a fast horse after him now, it would take at least three days to get results, and by that time, the troops would have traveled at least two thousand miles further out, just a few steps away from the front line.

Knowing that Meng Fang was now a regular soldier, once he reached such a place, the military leaders wouldn’t allow him to return to deal with this matter even if he were to die on the battlefield.

Especially since whether this was his doing was still very much in question.

What’s more, if Old Mo was indeed killed by Meng Fang, with the water source tree having roots, what were the causes of this blood feud, and would it ultimately implicate himself?

After some thought, he simply said, “This fellow was a solitary man with no family left, how could he have any enemies?”

The official nodded indifferently, “Then let’s handle it as a jianghu murder. Village head, just find a place to bury him, the sooner we finish with this kind of case the better.”

“Yes.”

Nobody wanted to deal with a case without leads; indeed, if it really got complicated, the troubles would undoubtedly be endless. Finding the real culprit was something that couldn’t be done overnight and definitely not certain, so it was best to close the case as soon as possible.

Thus, after consulting with the village head and the officials, Old Mo was made out to be a notorious bandit living incognito, who was found and killed by his enemies, his wealth plundered, and killed on the spot. Since he lived alone, his body was only discovered after several days…

With the case concluded, everything seemed to fall into place so naturally and fittingly.

“Indeed, we’re in times of war and chaos; it’s better to have one less worry,” the official said warmly, patting the village head on the shoulder, “Let’s have a drink at your house tonight to ward off the bad luck.”

“Yes, yes, that would be my honor.”

The official winked and whispered, “Heard the little lady next door’s man has gone to the army? Do you think he’ll be able to return?”

The village head’s heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but remember the bloodied sickle at his door.

He hurriedly whispered, “The lord is unaware, this little lady has contracted a terrible disease, smallpox, and often has outbreaks, very contagious…”

The official shuddered immediately, “Damn, why didn’t you say so earlier…”

“Please… please, you are welcome to visit my humble abode.”

And so, this somewhat significant disturbance passed.

…

Somewhere deep in the mountains.

The Purple Emperor, sitting in a cave without the slightest hint of breath and looking like a corpse, suddenly opened his eyes and violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Then he continued to spit out several more mouthfuls of blood, slumping to the ground, covered in dust.

“Who… who took out my Red Dust Tribulation body?”

The Purple Emperor was so full of hatred that he was literally spitting blood, not just metaphorically.

His injury this time was too grievous, and with the Great Yan Kingdom’s national fortune dwindling by the day, his power alone could not recover.

After the battle at Purple Firmament Mountain, the long inactive Heavenly Judgment list timely updated his current status. With this oversight, that seemed like the will of heaven, it became even harder for him as the target to hide himself.

With no options left, the Purple Emperor gritted his teeth and steeled his heart, deciding to undergo a Red Dust Tribulation.

He would feign death and his consciousness would reincarnate.

However, the Purple Emperor did not want to be caught in a long cycle of reincarnation; after all, the Yan State might not last much longer. If it fell, even if it were simply a surrender, he, who was to be the Nine Colors Supreme by virtue of the Great Yan Kingdom’s national fortune, would be reduced back to his original form. Thus, he chose the option of a transmigration tribulation.

He would find someone who had just died, infuse his consciousness as the spirit, and would only need to undergo trials for twelve years to complete the tribulation.

Twelve years was the smallest cycle of reincarnation.

With the Purple Emperor’s cultivation, as long as he returned successfully, he could leverage the power of reincarnation from two lifetimes to heal most of his injuries.

But this kind of transmigration tribulation had its drawbacks: all memories would be lost during the process.

It truly meant living out the rest of one’s life with the character traits of the person whose body was taken.

Well, living out twelve years.

But the Purple Emperor felt that, inhabiting the body of an ordinary villager and hiding in a remote village for twelve years, would be a straightforward and simple matter.

Not to mention that he specifically chose a lonely old man without any living relatives, assuming it would make things more convenient.

What he never expected was that he would be taken out just over five years into this tribulation!

This incomplete tribulation of less than twelve years offered no rewards, no power of reincarnation, and thus no Red Dust Tribulation!

This meant that the Purple Emperor’s current state was still as dire as it had been five years ago.

Any expert from Cloud Top could easily take him out.

He would still need to avoid assassins from the Heavenly Judgment.

In other words, he still needed to enter a state of feigned death and continue the cycle of consciousness reincarnation.

But this time, he would have to start all over again, undergoing a tribulation for twelve years, at the very least!

The Purple Emperor felt like he was going to cough up blood again!

Five wasted years, and his injuries had worsened, to boot?

What on earth was going on?

How could such an ordinary villager face such a violent death?

No time left to ponder, the Purple Emperor hurriedly entered a state of feigned death once again…