The Growth of a Titan in the Cultivation World
Chapter 121 - 118- A Clue!

Chapter 121: Chapter 118- A Clue!

Sol slowly got up and looked at Su Jin as well as the servant. He then glanced down at the paper in his hand. A theory was forming in his mind, but with the amount of evidence he had now, he couldn’t make a decision based on them.

If he got this wrong and squandered their last chance, their fates were unknown.

"I need to dig deeper; there must be something here to confirm my theory or at least disprove it."

Sol’s brows furrowed as he folded the paper and then left the office.

He headed for the little girl’s room and looked around.

This time he got down on all fours and examined everything.

Sol didn’t want to miss a single detail.

After a few minutes of this, Sol had completely combed through the little girl’s room entirely.

Sol stood up and he felt dejected.

He didn’t find anything.

After leaving her room, Sol headed for the main bedroom.

Once again Sol got down on all fours to find something, anything. He also grabbed a few more books to look through them, but after a while, he realized he was just using this as an excuse to read more of these books.

"Ah, damn it! Get it together Solovin!"

Sol yelled at himself as he slammed the book shut in his hands. He placed it back onto the shelf and sighed.

Sol was then about to leave the room to check the office again, but he decided to observe the beautiful woman’s corpse. His eyes roamed over her from a distance. But after not finding anything, he turned, finally deciding to leave.

However, the midday sunlight from the two archways suddenly shone on the woman’s body. A golden light flickered in the corner of Sol’s eye as he was about to turn away.

At just the right angle, he could see the sunlight reflecting off of something around the woman’s neck. His eyes immediately zoned in on that area and after staring for a moment, he realized what it was.

It was a necklace of course, but it looped through a metal object that had a round top from what Sol could see poking out of her clothes.

’A key?’

It was a key!

Sol was sure of this after tracing the outline of the item in the woman’s clothes with his eyes and adding the round top he could slightly see.

Sol immediately sprang into action. He was trying not to move anything in the room previously, but at this point, he completely turned everything upside down.

If that was a key, then it must open something. Also, if she felt the need to keep it around her neck then that meant whatever the key open was something personal that she wanted to keep close.

That thing has to be in her room then!

Sol was like a miniature tornado as he wrecked the room while searching every nook and cranny.

Books came flying off the bookshelves as he looked for a secret cabinet behind them.

He obsessively knocked on the walls to find a hollow surface.

He stomped on the ground to see if any of the tiles would reveal a secret room.

Sol did everything he could think of to find where this thing could be hiding.

By the time he was finished, Sol was standing in the middle of the room, hands on his knees, breathing heavily.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the ground and his gray rags were soaked with sweat.

Sol couldn’t remember the last time he felt so fatigued. He used the back of his hand to wipe off the sweat on his face and stood up.

Maybe, just maybe, this was a lead.

Sol knew if this was a trial then he needed to follow some hidden clues to solve the murder and get them out. The Legacy Inheritance was secondary now.

’But did the sunlight just happen to reflect on that small portion of the key coincidentally?’

Sol could tell that the sunlight would shift in a few hours so this reflection would be gone.

If that wasn’t a clue, then what was?!

"Damn it, where could this thing be? If it isn’t a clue then is my assumption wrong, and this locked item is somewhere else in the palace? Maybe it just opens a door?"

However, that wasn’t the worst case for him, as this thing might just be somewhere outside of the palace. If that was the case, then it probably meant nothing to him.

Maybe he was just being paranoid thinking everything was a hidden clue.

However, as Sol was looking around the trashed room, his eyes suddenly landed on the bed. Immediately, he felt the urge to smack himself in the face.

He quickly approached the other side of the bed, away from the oppressive force, and then flipped over the covers to look underneath it.

Sol’s expression lit up and he didn’t hesitate to dive under the bed. He soon came crawling out covered in dust but while holding a small box in his hands.

"Ahchoo!"

Sol suddenly sneezed from all the dust, then shook his lion-mane-like hair to get some of the dust off before he focused on the box.

Looking at the keyhole on it and then mind-mapping the size of the key around the woman’s neck from what he saw of it in her clothes, Sol happily confirmed this was what he was looking for.

"Okay, what’s in this thing?"

Sol raised the box to his ear and shook it. He heard the item inside rattled around. He thought for a moment, wondering how he was going to open it.

Sol stared at the box for a brief second then without hesitation, he turned and flung it towards the wall as hard as he currently could.

With a loud bang, the box broke into wooden splinters, and the small book inside was thrown onto the ground.

Sometimes brute force beats logic.

However, it was logical to think to use brute force instead of using logic in situations like these.

Confusing...

Sol smiled at his quick thinking before he walked over and picked up the book. It had no title on the cover, but as he flipped it open, he immediately realized what it was.

It was a clue!

Well, it was a clue in the form of a journal.

Sol didn’t waste time skimming the pages, but after a while of reading, he had to pause and look up.

"She’s saying something a bit different, but it’s still the same."

This journal started when this woman lost her son all those years ago.

It spoke about the grief she felt when he was missing as well as the overwhelming joy she had when he returned. She also wrote about how this event had traumatized her son.

He was always energetic and outgoing, but after returning, he would cling to his room in the palace refusing to go outside.

When Su Moon, his father, brought up taking him to explore the outside world, he would come running to her crying that he didn’t want to leave.

It was so bad that once, when the woman put her foot down and demanded he leave his room, he became completely hysterical and screamed bloody murder, terrifying the woman.

She had never seen her son like this before. It was like he was a completely different person.

An imposter.