Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Elder Chi paused slightly as he was about to examine the corpse, seemingly impressed by the superior skill in assessing injuries, and praised:

"Fellow Daoist He is indeed insightful and perceptive!"

He Yue said:

"Most of the members of our Qingyun Sect are sword cultivators, and we are very familiar with sword wounds. Sword users often use techniques such as stabbing, pointing, flicking, striking, and wiping to injure people. These are all sword techniques that we are very familiar with."

"The wounds on this person's body are mostly from slashing and cutting, not from swordsmanship."

Gu Yiguan, who was standing nearby, agreed with these words.

She had fought with Zhu Wuyao before. Perhaps because of the sword's lack of edge, she couldn't use ordinary thrusting techniques, but she was more comfortable with slashing and other similar moves.

This also allowed her to wield the sword as if it were a knife.

Speaking of which... Zhu Wuyao seems to have always had some kind of obsession with becoming a sword cultivator.

Most importantly, the real Falling Leaf Sword has almost never been used in public.

Even on the fighting stage, he still followed the habit of "sword deflecting three points" most of the time.

He only revealed a weakness when he fought Wei Zhang.

However, he used some kind of technique, which transformed his body into a half-demon. He used the sword, but the one being slashed changed, and the injury was different.

Moreover, no one paid attention to the details of his injuries.

Qi Jun paced around the room twice, then proceeded to analyze:

"This person's cultivation level should be between the mid-stage and late-stage Foundation Establishment."

Elder Chi bowed his head to examine the condition of the corpse.

Qi Jun then analyzed:

"If such evil magic were to fall upon him, Naqude would surely sense it and fight back desperately."

"However, the one who used this technique did not give him a chance to fight to the death; it was extremely clean and efficient."

If Zhu Wuyao were present, he would definitely nod in agreement.

Naqude only realized he was about to die when he was on his deathbed, and he didn't struggle much.

Listening to He Yue and Qi Jun's analysis, Wu Wei said somewhat displeased:

"Gentlemen, if I wanted to find someone to solve the case, why would I need to gather everyone's efforts? Wouldn't it be enough to find an ordinary coroner?"

He Yue coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed.

His first time personally investigating a murder case, the feeling of using his own wisdom to unravel the mystery and pinpoint the final killer was truly unforgettable.

Hearing Wu Wei offer his opinions, the group realized they couldn't rely solely on their wisdom without using their skills.

Elder Chi spoke first, saying:

"My counting rods are perfect for investigating the past; let me give them a try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, amidst the expectant and curious gazes of the crowd, Elder Chi took out a bunch of wooden sticks and tossed them into the air.

In an instant, the scattered wooden sticks were suspended in the air, then darted and weaved, and within a few breaths, they were arranged neatly according to their unique pattern.

Elder Chi pondered to himself how to act in a way that would make everyone believe that he, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Star-Picking Tower, could make such a vague calculation.

With the word "lie" uttered, the wooden stick suddenly took shape.

But in the next instant, they all collapsed.

This……

Now Elder Chi doesn't need to bother making things up anymore; anyone with eyes can see that his divination failed.

Before Elder Chi could say anything, Wu Wei sneered:

"How dare this person be so presumptuous? It turns out he is skilled and bold!"

"He even possesses a rare treasure that can shield the secrets of heaven. It seems this person has considerable power behind him and is probably targeting our Juque Sect!"

Elder Chi nodded with a slight hesitation. That's not wrong...

Zhu Wuyao has a strange quality about him. When he was grading papers, he cast a divination and failed because of "variables". Now, he can't cast a divination at all.

As for the power behind him, as long as this child doesn't go astray, isn't his backer the Star-Picking Tower?

That's quite a force to be reckoned with!

Elder Chi was quite moved.

He Yue of Qingyun Sect was still searching for clues outside and hadn't come in yet, but Qi Jun was looking at the calligraphy in a thoughtful manner.

"The Beggar from Nanli City"

The characters are sparse yet sharp, seemingly carrying a hint of anger and murderous intent.

The rest could not be found no matter how much magic was used.

The word "beg" seems to be used with exceptional humility, perhaps because the person who had the words carved in blood was usually very gentle and modest.

actually not.

Zhu Wuyao used the word "beg" instead of words like "struggle," "seize," "defy," or "rebel" because he was worried about unforeseen events, such as a bolt of lightning striking and allowing Qu De to escape.

Qi Jun's attempts failed, and He Zhang's investigation outside yielded no results. After summarizing various speculations, Wu Wei narrowed his eyes and concluded:

"Therefore, the person who made the move is skilled with a knife, possesses talismans and rare treasures that can conceal secrets, has extremely powerful backing, is usually humble, but secretly cultivates evil arts, and has a cultivation level between the mid and late stages of Foundation Establishment?"

Elder Chi nodded with difficulty, finding the scene utterly ridiculous.

A flurry of speculations, complete with the participation of elders from the four major sects, ultimately yielded a conclusion that, while not entirely unrelated to the truth, was at least completely unrelated.

If we follow this clue... Elder Chi suddenly had a thought, and then Wu Wei continued:

"Moreover, this person is also skilled in calligraphy?"

Ha! Now that things have come to this, what is there left to be unclear about?

Fu Daoji had long heard rumors that the Osmanthus Fairy, who shielded the floodwaters with her own body, was related to the Ji family.

The forces behind it all, the talismans that shield the secrets of heaven, their expertise in calligraphy, and the opportunity to take action...

Who else could it be but the Fu Daoji family!

Wu Wei smirked. It seemed that Qu De's life could be exchanged for quite a few good things.

Although Qu De has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, there are not many people at this level, but there are also quite a few, with two or three every ten years.

He was indeed very angry. If it were those small sects that could be crushed with a wave of his hand, he would have stood up for his disciples and shown off the prestige and domineering power of the Juque Sect.

Unfortunately, no substantial evidence was found.

Ji Daoting could deny it to the death, but it's more likely that he was the one who instigated it.

But if you don't show any remorse, and your Ji family secretly kills members of the Juque Sect, then our Juque Sect can also secretly kill members of your Ji family. In that case, it will be an eye for an eye, and neither of us will be at fault.

Wu Wei instinctively began to calculate in his mind.

However, it's not appropriate for an elder in the Nascent Soul stage to do such a thing; it would be too beneath him.

He raised his eyes slightly, gave Wu Guihong a look, and then turned around to thank He Zhang and the others. It just so happened that the Immortal Cultivation Conference had ended, and the allocation of resources among the various sects needed to be redistributed, which required some discussion.

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Ji Daoting was invited over by Wu Guihong, who said there was a murder case that might be related to the Ji family.

As he walked further in, he arrived at the residence of the Juque Sect, and his interest was piqued—it seemed that one of their disciples had perished.

This is a good thing.

If Nanli City hadn't been inactive, there wouldn't have been such widespread suffering and subsequent events.

Upon arriving at the desolate ruins, the familiar handwriting appeared before his eyes. Ji Daoting's pupils dilated slightly, as if he were startled for a moment. A pang of sorrow welled up in his heart, and he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

It's good that you haven't forgotten, it's good that you haven't forgotten...

He wasn't afraid to wait; he was only afraid that the past would fade like smoke, that everyone would forget it without a second thought, and never look back.

Forgetting is the greatest betrayal.