High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 190 - 125: Neither Daoist Monarch nor Zen Master, 800 Autumns and 1 White Dragon

Chapter 190: Chapter 125: Neither Daoist Monarch nor Zen Master, 800 Autumns and 1 White Dragon

Since it was not open for business at the moment, the lanterns within the Xuni Pavilion were dim, only a few lamps swayed gently in the night breeze to provide illumination.

On the upper floors, a faint sound of a qin could be heard, blending into the distant noisy background, as if someone was practicing the instrument.

At the Rouge Riverfront, this was quite a common sight.

Every courtesan possessed skills in singing, dancing, playing qin, and playing xiao. Without diligent practice, they could lose their suitors not just from aging, but would soon disappear entirely...

Wu Man was clear about her purpose, thus she paid no attention to the sound of the qin, merely surprised for a moment by its unusually pleasing sound, evidently not the usual melodious noise.

However, in the Qin Lou Chu Guan, there were often great talents, and she quickly dismissed it.

As she entered the room and swept her gaze around, she immediately sensed something was amiss.

This dwelling for the servants of Xuni Pavilion was indeed among the places Ah Kan mentioned for hiding official silver.

There were ten boxes of official silver in total. Two were already found by the searching officials; although she had recovered four boxes, the position of the remaining four contained three boxes with risks too high for retrieval.

Hence, the box here was the last one.

But she did not see any restrictions in the room!

Her heart sank, realizing the danger, and she was about to turn back when suddenly a woman’s voice sounded behind her.

"The night is deep, why don’t the guest retire to the elegant room to rest? This servant dwelling is dirty and messy, nothing of interest."

Wu Man spun around quickly, the blood sheen in her slit pupils burst forth instantly, like a giant snake opening its bloody maw, exposing two ghastly white fangs, exuding a terrifying aura that instilled fear.

Yet upon seeing clearly the person standing behind her, she was suddenly taken aback.

The beautiful lady in pale green attire was standing quietly at the doorway, watching her with an exceedingly calm gaze, but there was absolutely no cultivation about her.

A mortal?!

Wu Man had prepared herself to be discovered by those court hounds, but it turned out to be just a mortal woman. The huge disparity made her unable to react for a moment.

She cursed inwardly, withdrawing her hand and clenching her fist; the flame in her palm extinguished instantly—had she struck without restraint earlier, those hounds not yet alerted would have rushed over upon detecting the disturbance.

Moreover, as Wu Man took a closer look, she realized the woman was none other than Liu Qingcheng, the courtesan of Xuni Pavilion.

Undoubtedly, this was yet another thorny problem—though Liu Qingcheng was a mortal, the forces behind Xuni Pavilion were not, especially with King Jingnan involved.

Wu Man could not silence her, thus she could only negotiate a gag, which again amounted to her inefficiency.

But... why had she failed to sense Liu Qingcheng approaching?!

Wu Man’s pupils contracted, aware that something was off.

Someone was interfering with her Divine Sense!

Which meant that there was a cultivator, and one with cultivation not inferior to hers, who had already found the box of official silver and was lying in wait here!

Was it Xuni Pavilion, or someone else...?

She became increasingly uncertain of Liu Qingcheng’s intentions appearing at this moment, and warily spoke in a cold voice: "Where is that box of official silver? Have the person behind you come out and speak."

Liu Qingcheng’s heart was pounding vigorously, the other party was clearly a demon, and indeed the one who truly stole the official silver.

Yet as she originally sought demons, naturally she would not shy away.

Liu Qingcheng recalled Chen Kuang’s inquiry, "How’s your acting?" which had left her momentarily puzzled, not knowing what Chen Kuang intended...

Unexpectedly, he actually planned for her to act as a mouthpiece to directly contact the demon who stole the official silver.

Remembering Chen Kuang’s instructions, Liu Qingcheng smiled faintly, speaking softly:

"The official silver is naturally where it should be, but as for the ones behind me, you’re not in a position to meet them."

Although she was mortal, she had originally stood in a position akin to the moon among stars at Xuni Pavilion, frequently encountering prominent figures, exuding an air of dignified charisma enough to impress.

Moreover, she herself was unaware of Chen Kuang’s exact cultivation, naturally thinking highly of it.

By saying this now, she exuded genuine confidence, appearing quite credible.

Wu Man was momentarily stunned, then found it ridiculous, scoffing: "In Zangfeng State, I truly did not know there existed figures I couldn’t meet. May I ask, what esteemed deity?"

"Is it the Fuli Daoist Monarch from the Mystic God Daoist Sect? Or the Great Zen Master of the Pure Land? Could such divine beings be drawn to such a trivial case involving stolen official silver in this little Zangfeng State?"

The Mystic God Daoist Sect had six Daoist Monarchs, while the Pure Land had three Great Zen Masters, all with Upper Three Grades cultivation.

It was certainly impossible for them to come to Zangfeng State without reason to partake in a minor official silver theft case.

As Wu Man spoke thus, she was mocking the other for conceiting themselves as great figures among the Upper Three Grades.

Wu Man’s cultivation was at the Second Level of Tower Climb, not very high, yet enough not to suggest any Middle Third-Grade Cultivator could remain unseen.

In any faction, a Tower Ascension Realm was considered a pivotal strength.

Liu Qingcheng shook her head, saying, "None of them."

Wu Man’s face turned sullen: "Since it’s none of them, how dare you still speak so boastfully here? I don’t care who sent you, but I advise you to hand over the official silver, it’s not yours to take."

"If you hand it over now, I can pretend nothing happened. But if you continue to play insidiously, whether you can leave Xuni Pavilion unharmed in the future is another matter."

Liu Qingcheng frowned, the attitude differed greatly from her imagined scene... too arrogant, too uninhibited.

It didn’t seem like an official silver thief, rather as if acting under imperial edict, possessing audacious confidence.

She appeared utterly unafraid of her identity being exposed...

The demon stealing official silver, presumably ought to fear this matter the most, yet her words implied she would change Xuni Pavilion’s attitude towards Liu Qingcheng.

Not only did she not fear being unmasked, but she could also compel Xuni Pavilion to keep silent on this.

To do such a thing, there seemed only one possibility.

Long acquainted with officials and dignitaries, a sudden flash of insight appeared in Liu Qingcheng’s mind.

She was shocked, staring tightly at the other: "You plunder the official silver... with the government’s consent!"

Only then would they neither fear this matter spreading nor fear being threatened.

Because there would be someone to suppress the issue!

"You seek death!"

Unexpected as Wu Man was to have her truth guessed from just a few sentences, her gaze fierce, she ignited the dark flame in her hand and violently striking toward Liu Qingcheng!

Liu Qingcheng instantly knew she had spoken out of turn, her face pale as she retreated.

Yet she, with thin demon blood, had practically no ability to evade.

"Zheng—"

The distant, faint qin sound abruptly changed strings, like the killing frost and snow, stirring up murderous intent, as if a sharp arrow had broken through the air, coming!

Wu Man’s back instantly rose with goosebumps, coldness surged straight to the back of her head, the temples throbbed.

Danger!

Wu Man’s actions were forcibly halted, and she tried to defend herself by turning.

But she soon realized, the so-called arrow was merely an illusion generated by Divine Sense, the room was empty of anyone.

And the arrow had already transformed into an invisible small sword, piercing into her Divine Sense!

"Sword of Intention"!

"Ah!"

Wu Man only felt excruciating pain in her mind as if being forcibly torn apart, her Divine Sense was being severed, Spiritual Qi interrupted, her internal energy and blood were turbulent!

This sword doesn’t kill men, it kills gods!

Without Lower Three Grades Sea of Consciousness formed, this method was a true lethal weapon!

Wu Man bled from her seven orifices, kneeling painfully on the ground, contorted expression shouting: "Spare, spare me... I’m under Chief Constable Uncle Wang Yang from the Divine Farmer Bureau, you... you cannot kill me!"

Upon her body layers upon layers of scales emerged, she was already collapsing from maintaining human form.

...

Chen Kuang raised an eyebrow.

The matter of the official silver, surprisingly turned out to be the Chief Constable of the Divine Farmer Bureau himself embezzling while guarding Zangfeng State...

He had no intention of killing Wu Man; he had hoped to let Liu Qingcheng experience the life of a demon.

Chen Kuang moved his mind, retracting the "Sword of Intention."

After pondering for a moment, he spoke with Divine Sense enhanced by "Anonymous."

"White Dragon."

Chen Kuang’s voice appeared out of nowhere in Wu Man’s mind, calmly yet resonating like a grand sound of gongs and drums:

"Haha, you want to know who I am... but I’ve also forgotten my true name, yet remember eight hundred years ago friends called me thus; you may call me—"

"White Dragon True Monarch."