Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 263 - 227 Very Important_1

Chapter 263: Chapter 227 Very Important_1

Li Xuan found a silver hairpin with the character "Lin" etched at the end in the jewelry box. This made his eyes flicker with complexity and confusion.

"Is this the trademark of Jiaofang Division? So, Aunt Lin was once part of the Jiaofang Division?"

Luoyan walked over with a stack of plain white papers in her hand: "I found plenty of discarded talisman papers on the beams of the left room. This woman’s skill in Talisman Dao is quite good. It seems she taught herself, she has exceptional talent."

Li Xuan immediately took the bright yellow talisman papers in his hands to carefully examine them. He couldn’t understand the woman’s level of skill but found out that all the discarded papers Luo Yan picked, were used to practice the God-fire Talisman, and the material used was Xuan paper.

"So, the God-fire Talisman used in the explosion should be made by this woman," Li Xuan thought for a moment: "But considering her status, she should not have been able to obtain Xuan paper inside the Zhenyao Tower."

Luo Yan folded her arms across her chest: "She must have had accomplices. She couldn’t have made it to the top of the tower or the three underground floors. As for who it might be, we will have to wait and see if Qianqian can find any clues."

At this point, Peng Fulai also hurried back from outside: "Aunt Lin was originally a woman from a brothel, so the residents around her avoided her. She didn’t have much contact with them and lived a secluded life. Apart from going to Zhuque Hall for duty, she rarely left her home. However, they occasionally saw women of unknown identity coming here to look for her. I asked them if they remembered their faces, but the result..."

Peng Fulai spread his hands, indicating that he had come up empty-handed.

After that, there were no other notable clues. Li Xuan asked the nearby patrollers from the Liudao Division to seal off the scene, then borrowed a bullock cart to transport Aunt Lin’s body towards the Liudao Division.

On the way back, Li Xuan always seemed lost in thought, with a piece of Xuan paper taken from Aunt Lin’s house in his hand, deep in contemplation.

Drawing closer out of curiosity, Luo Yan noticed that several names were written on that piece of paper.

Lanyue House, Wei Shi

Duke Zhendong’s Mansion, Lu Xuanniang

Zhuque Hall Baiyi Aunt Lin-

"Are you planning to start unraveling this case from Lanyue House? Interesting, is there a problem with the Jiaofang Division?"

Luo Yan was somewhat conflicted. If she hadn’t been adopted by the Duke of Zhendong, she reckoned she might be frequenting the Jiaofang Division as well by now.

"I don’t know, but the Jiaofang Division isn’t the only problem," Li Xuan spread out the Xuan paper on his hand: "Look at the back."

Looking closely at the characters on the back, Luo Yan’s expression also became serious.

Nine fishermen villagers.

Baiyi who delivered poison needles for Wei Shi.

The Wuzuo who silenced witnesses in the wolf murder case.

The two Maitreya Teaching disciples captured at the House of Night.

"They all have one thing in common, they are all from lowly backgrounds. Even the last two have deep ties with the brothel," Li Xuan said.

Luo Yan pondered, "This is no small matter! You should inform Lord Fumo Zongguan."

"No small matter is an understatement. There are over a hundred thousand of these lowly people within Nanjing City, and between three to four million across the south Zhili. Mostly consist of descendants of loyal officials who supported the Jianling Emperor during the Jingnan campaign, and families of criminals from various dynasties. They pervade brothels and even all the government offices. If they turn, the situation will be unthinkable."

Li Xuan thought of Panguan Wu, Guo Liangchen. The death of this general on the day of the Jingnan campaign, who was known all over the world for his loyalty and bravery, was quite strange. The conversation between Panguan Wen and Guo Liangchen that day was also thought-provoking.

Who is driving this behind the scenes? Is it really the Maitreya Teaching?

"On this return, I will go to Zhuque House."

Li Xuan sighed, then proceeded to take out another piece of paper from the small Sumi Ring. While sorting out his thoughts, he wrote and sketched on the paper with charcoal.

It is known that Aunt Lin is a key figure in this case.

It is known that before the incident, Lin sent meals to the 56th floor of the tower twice in seven days.

The first time was the morning of September 16. At that time, the ones on duty at the top of the tower were Zhen Shenlian from Guixiu City and Ma Chenggong of Fumo Duyu.

The second meal delivery was on the noon of September 17, which was Sima Tianyuan and Fumo Duyu Li Sansi.

The night of the incident, which was the night of September 19, those on duty at the top floor were still Guixiu City Commander Zhen Shenlian, and Heishe Department Commander Shen Zhimou.

At the bottom, those on duty were Huoya City Commander Lei Yun, and Qingyi Department Commander Yin Ruolan.

"Although Gongsun Xue is also very suspicious, she was not the one who acted, she was always in the document room that night, except for the time she had a private meeting with Lei Yun,"

Luo Yan also fell into deep thought: "If Lei Yun was lured away on purpose, and if the explosives were sent to the bottom by Aunt Lin that night, then the suspects could be the people who were on duty at that time. Theoretically speaking, only the four of them have access to the lower floors. Their tokens are different from the ones of the Wardens."

Peng Fulai also rubbed his chin: "The ones I suspect the most are the Shen family. But looking at it now, Zhen Shenlian is also a major suspect. In seven days, he was on duty at the top twice and on the bottom once. The people of the City of Guixiu are proficient in infiltration and illusion techniques. In this regard, he is definitely better than Lei Yun. Lei Yun was able to fool everyone except for Duwei Xu and move around the Zhenyao Tower. What about this Zhen Shenlian? He has more than enough ability to enter the bottom of the Zhenyao Tower after Lei Yun left."

Li Xuan, holding the charcoal, drew a heavy circle around Zhen Shenlian’s name.

At that very moment, Luo Yan’s eyes suddenly tightened, "Be careful!"

Li Xuan also felt an alarm in his heart, only to see dozens of crossbow arrows suddenly burst out from both sides of the street, splitting into two groups, shooting in rapid succession.

The speed of the arrows was even faster than the rifles of his time, leaving Li Xuan completely unable to react.

But just as he was about to rely on his Kuiniu luminous armor and "Righteousness" Suit to withstand the volley, Luo Yan had already pulled him back with her whip, retreating like smoke and illusion behind the ’Fumo Vajra’.

However, Peng Fulai and Zhang Yue at the back of the hall were also in danger, similarly shrouded by dozens of crossbow arrows.

"Dragon King, give me your power!"

With Li Xuan’s soft shout, his figure appeared instantly beside Zhang Peng, and his Huaiyi Blade brought up a flare of lightning, deflecting one arrow after another that they couldn’t handle, severing them.

"It’s the Qianjin Crossbow! Damn it!"

After escaping from danger, Peng Fulai immediately pulled out a cylinder from his sleeve. As he pressed with his finger, a cluster of fireworks shot towards the sky.

The Fumo Vajra then picked up his huge shield, which was as long as a foot, still like a mountain standing in front of them, providing them with shelter with its firm body.

Zhang Yue swallowed a red elixir in the blink of an eye, and his muscles bulged, his height swelling to ten feet in a short time. He controlled his shield, which was like a giant turtle shell, to spin rapidly, blocking them from all sides, causing sparks to splatter on the surface of the shield.

Li Xuan was standing between the Fumo Vajra and Zhang Yue, using his Huaiyi Blade to make up for Zhang Yue’s defense.

The reason why the Qianjin Crossbow is called ’Qianjin’ is that a single quiver of it is worth a thousand teals of gold. Its twenty talisman arrows can be launched in a blink of an eye, and the quiver can be replaced in an instant.

—As long as you have enough wealth, a Qianjin Crossbow can deliver the lethal power of a hundred archers at close range.

At the moment, there are at least four such powerful magical instruments within their vicinity.

"Die!"

While Zhang Yue and Li Xuan were struggling to resist, Peng Fulai suddenly shot a glint of cold light towards a corner at the end of the alley.

That was a palm-sized throwing knife, which eventually hit nothing. But at that moment, the knife suddenly shot out three strands of cold light and abruptly changed direction, attacking the black-clothed man holding the Qianjin Crossbow at an extremely strange angle. The latter quickly evaded and drew out his knife to block, deflecting two of the cold lights, but the last one directly lodged into the delicate parts of the Qianjin Crossbow.

"Is that the parent-child god slaying knife? Well practiced!"

Zhang Yue looked at Peng Fulai expectantly, hoping that the latter could do it again.

The latter, however, smiled bitterly, "What are you looking at? I have no Zhenyuan left."

At this moment, Luo Yan has already crossed hands with the two red-dressed women who rushed over. His nine long whips, like Qiu Long, were collapsing under the pressure of their Sword Qi.

Li Xuan himself had no time to care about others because, at this moment, a black-clothed man was already attacking from the side of the alley. His figure was light and his two short blades were like shadows, piercing quietly like poisonous snakes.

This man’s cultivation may not be up to the seventh house yet, but he’s extremely close. In terms of movement and strength, Li Xuan was clearly no match for him, only that his Martial Law momentum was a bit stronger. But he cannot retreat even half a step back. Once he leaves the protection of the Fumo Vajra and Zhang Yue, he would be pierced by myriad of arrows.

Without space to leverage, no matter how profound Li Xuan’s mastery of the Martial Law, it was difficult to put into practice.

What’s worse is that his Shen Kui Lei Yin seemed to be ineffective. These people obviously had preparations. When Li Xuan used the Thunder Sound to vibrate, their bodies only hesitated a bit before quickly recovering.

"Didn’t you obtain eight Sound Spirits a few days ago?"

Luo Yan was somewhat helpless. He had a lot of skills but couldn’t use them at this moment. "Such a useful thing, why don’t you use it?"

Li Xuan’s heart moved slightly and thought, right, he still had such a killer in hand! He then guided the eight Sound Spirits out of the red-clothed woman’s cauldron with his Divine Consciousness.

Just as Li Xuan opened his mouth again, preparing to release the thunder sound, Luo Yan brought out two tufts of cotton wool in a flash and stuffed them into her ears.

"Ha!"

With Li Xuan’s thundering sound, nearly everyone affected within a radius of twenty feet staggered, with blood gushing from their seven orifices.

Even Peng Fulai and Zhang Yue, two teammates who were deliberately avoided by him, also had a trance, with blood oozing from their eardrums.

The black-clothed man who bore the brunt was directly split open by Li Xuan’s blade through his chest, blood splashing several feet in an instant.

At that moment, a roar echoed this way.

"How audacious! To set an ambush near my Zhuque Hall and attempt to assassinate, you really don’t regard the Liudao Division as anything!"

A vast Sword Qi attacked from the side, instantly blasting a black-clothed man into pieces, then halfway turned and slashed towards the red-clothed woman.

Li Xuan turned his head in surprise, first saw the red silk ribbons floating in the sky behind him, and then saw Sima Tianyuan who had already reached twenty feet away and was rushing towards him.

The latter was wrapped in bandages all over his body, with blood seeping through. But as he rushed over, he was still as fierce and domineering as a tiger descending from the mountain, making people’s scalps numb.