All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 76 Wu Yazi, the Lolicon

After thinking about it, the old woman felt that it made some sense, so she stopped making a fuss and went straight in.

The three men stealthily approached, giving Su Xinghe a taste of being ambushed and surrounded by three "Three Elders and Four Masters" level experts.

In a single exchange, Su Xinghe's major acupoints were sealed, rendering him unable to move.

He opened his eyes in shock, his first thought being: Could it be that Ding Chunqiu, that scoundrel, has finally seen through that his master is not dead and is here to eliminate him completely?

But when he saw who had attacked him, he was stunned.

The man carrying his bag was a burly man in black, whose face was completely unfamiliar. But standing behind him were two women—

One was his martial uncle, Li Qiushui. The other looked about seven or eight parts similar to his martial uncle.

Su Xinghe tried to speak, but his speech acupoint had been sealed, and although his throat bobbed a few times, he couldn't make a sound.

Zhang Cheng gently placed him on the ground and had him sit against the wall of the wooden house.

Li Qiushui glanced down at Su Xinghe and whispered to him, "Don't be nervous. We mean no harm to your master. We're here to help."

Upon hearing this, Su Xinghe's shock subsided slightly, but he still had doubts.

The old woman glared at him from the side and transmitted her voice: "Nephew, your lack of contact with us will be settled with your master later."

After saying that, she stopped looking at him and turned her gaze to the wooden house in front of her.

Three wooden houses stood side by side, without doors or windows, only bare wooden plank walls.

Zhang Cheng walked to the wall, his fingertips condensing sword energy, silently slicing a doorway in the wall. He placed the wooden plank aside, revealing the dark space inside the room.

He stepped inside, followed closely by Tong Lao and Li Qiushui.

Using the light filtering through the cut, the three could see that the first room was completely empty.

Granny Tong frowned, about to ask a question in her voice, when Zhang Cheng raised his hand to make a shushing gesture.

Wu Yazi was only crippled in the fall; his martial arts skills did not disappear. In fact, because he had nothing to do after becoming disabled, he could only concentrate on practicing his skills, and his internal energy grew faster than before he became disabled.

If we get any closer, we might be able to sense their internal energy transmission.

Zhang Cheng continued forward, condensing sword energy again, and sliced ​​through the wall between the first and second wooden houses.

The second room was still empty, but there was a dark, round hole in the center of the floor, its destination unknown.

Zhang Cheng gestured for Tong Lao and Li Qiushui to stay up there, and then jumped into the cave himself.

Below was a wide cave, about three or four zhang high. Continuing the luxurious style of the Xiaoyao Sect, several luminous pearls were inlaid in the cave ceiling, and soft light filled every corner.

In the center of the cave, a man in white was suspended in mid-air by a rope, his long hair hanging down, his figure slender.

"Who are you? What did you do to Xinghe?" Wuyazi sensed someone coming down and slightly channeled his inner energy to turn himself around.

His beard was three feet long, without a single gray hair, and his face was as smooth as jade, without a single wrinkle. Although he was a paralyzed man hanging from a beam, his demeanor was extraordinary.

Zhang Cheng clasped his hands in a respectful bow: "You must be Master Wuyazi? I am Zhang Cheng, and I am the disciple of your junior sister, Li Qiushui. I did not harm Senior Brother Su; I merely acupunctured his pressure points."

"What did you say?" Wu Yazi was slightly taken aback, his gaze lingering on Zhang Cheng's face for a moment. "You're Qiu Shui Mei's disciple?"

Zhang Cheng knew he didn't meet the appearance standards for entering the Free and Unfettered Sect, so he casually demonstrated the Lesser Formless Skill to him.

Seeing this, Wu Yazi dispelled his doubts. "Qiu Shui Mei—is she alright? How did she know I was here?"

Zhang Cheng's hearing was slightly better than Wu Yazi's. He vaguely heard a slight noise above his head, like something scraping against a wooden board. It was probably made by the Child Granny.

Zhang Cheng's expression remained unchanged as he said in a deep voice, "She's dead. Before she died, she entrusted me to find you. I spent a long time investigating from various sources before finally finding her by following the lead of Senior Brother Su."

As soon as he finished speaking, another sound came from above, even more noticeable than before.

Fortunately, Wu Yazi didn't notice. He asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Qiu Shui Mei is dead? How did she die?"

"She fought a fierce battle with your senior sister, and both were severely injured and exhausted. Both elders are gone."

"What?!" Wu Yazi's expression changed drastically. "They're all dead? When did this happen? How could things have come to this?"

"It happened several years ago." Zhang Cheng sighed. "You've been out of contact for over thirty years. My senior uncle investigated your past with Master in Wuliang Mountain and concluded that you were killed by Master after you had a falling out back then."

Given their past grudges, she had always wanted to kill her master. Her master had been avoiding her, planning to deal with her during her 30-year period of weakened cultivation.

As Wu Yazi listened, his face grew paler and paler.

"But in the end, my senior uncle found them. My master and I joined forces and barely managed to fight my senior uncle to a draw. In the end, we were both severely injured and died from our injuries. Strangely enough, they reconciled before they died."

Zhang Cheng looked at Wu Yazi and said, "Both of them missed you very much and asked me to find you and see how you were doing. So I've been investigating your whereabouts all these years."

"So that's how it is—" Wu Yazi's voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out from his throat, "How could this be—"

Zhang Cheng said in a low voice, "The dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a faint noise above his head. However, Wu Yazi was so absorbed in his grief that he didn't notice it at all.

Zhang Cheng waited a while, until he calmed down a bit, before speaking again: "Uncle-Master, I've investigated for so many years to find you, and I have many questions in my mind. May I ask you a few questions now?"

Wu Yazi's tone was somewhat weary: "Ask whatever you want to ask."

"Before they passed away, the two elders told me many stories about you. I was curious about some of them."

The jade statue in Wuliang Mountain can be said to be the beginning of everything. I want to know, who exactly is that jade statue you sculpted? Or rather, what is the reason for your obsession with that jade statue?

Zhang Cheng had been curious about this for a long time. He had always wanted to know whether Wu Yazi was a lolicon or a fetishist.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazi remained silent for a moment.

"Initially, that jade statue was indeed carved for Qiu Shuimei," he said in a low voice. "But during the carving process, I gradually began to incorporate my own creative ideas. I think I poured my memories of the most beautiful years I spent with her into it."

He paused, a hint of wistfulness in his voice: "What I finally sculpted was probably the ideal image of a partner in my heart."

Zhang Cheng's expression was strange.

Sister Li has a knack for preserving her youthful appearance; even after giving birth, her looks probably haven't changed much, and she looks no more than her early twenties. Wu Yazi's "best years"—wasn't that even earlier? He really is a die-hard lolicon.