Chapter 1800 - 660: Life and Death

At this moment, Hua Shiyiniang felt a bit nervous.

The first thought that arose in her mind was, could this person be here for me?

But if they were looking for me, why replace Wu Daoyou’s cup?

She followed her gaze to the cup that looked no different from before, just in time to see Su Mo pick it up.

Hua Shiyiniang’s heart tightened, and as she looked at Su Mo again, her mind buzzed.

Could it be... that girl wasn’t looking for me at all, but for him?

As she steadied her gaze, Su Mo’s voice reached her ears:

"Why is Big Sister Hua looking at me like that?"

"Huh?"

Hua Shiyiniang was startled, and instinctively glanced at Su Mo’s face.

Then she looked at the cup in his hand:

"Do you know that person from earlier?"

"I don’t know them."

Su Mo was a bit puzzled:

"But isn’t that person from the Tianjing Sect?

"Look, in this gathering today, traces of cooks and maids are everywhere.

"Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

"...Uh, I guess that’s true."

Hua Shiyiniang glanced back at the entire Weiyang Palace.

Indeed, traces of cooks and maids could be seen everywhere.

Someone merely came over to change ’Wu Daoyou’s’ cup, nothing more.

She forced out a couple of awkward laughs and scrutinized the cup once more, finding nothing special about it; it was merely an ordinary cup.

"But why did she change it for you specifically and not for someone else?"

"Perhaps she noticed that my cup got bumped earlier."

Su Mo lifted his head to indicate to her to observe the surroundings:

"Earlier, I was startled by the fight, and the cup slipped from my hands."

"How impressive."

Hua Shiyiniang rolled her eyes at Su Mo.

Su Mo chuckled awkwardly:

"After all, it’s only been a few years since I started traveling in the Jianghu."

"That’s true."

Hua Shiyiniang nodded, realizing she was overthinking things.

’Wu Daoyou,’ a young guy new to the Jianghu, inexperienced and innocent, had no reason to be suspected by her.

She immediately patted his shoulder gently:

"Today, watch and listen more, and speak less. If a conflict arises and I can’t look out for you, run for it to ensure your safety first."

"Alright, alright, also, I’d appreciate it if Big Sister Hua could look after my wife."

"Of course."

Hua Shiyiniang thumped her chest confidently:

"My dear sister, I have a deep connection with her. If anything happens, I’d care for her even more than you."

"Thank you then."

After Su Mo laughed, he glanced at Yang Xiaoyun.

He noticed Yang Xiaoyun wink at him.

After Hua Shiyiniang said those words, she continued to observe the situation in the room.

Su Mo, however, secretly opened a small slip of paper, on which a line of words was written. After scrutinizing it, he furrowed his brows slightly and slowly scanned the room.

A flash of Pure Yang Inner Power passed through his palm, and the slip of paper turned to flying ash.

At this moment, inside Weiyang Palace, Xin Xiaoqi had already recounted his past.

His story was not complex.

But there were too many hidden secrets, making it surprisingly shocking.

For instance, when Mad Blade Xin Wuji’s reputation was so prominent back then, everyone thought he must have had some conflict with the Tianjing Sect.

Unexpectedly, his real purpose was to seek asylum with the Tianjing Sect.

Because Xin Wuji rose to fame then due to a chance meeting with the previous Sect Leader of Tianjing Sect, who was disguised while traveling the Jianghu.

And he was taught a few skills by the leader.

Though not profound, they gave Xin Wuji the capital to travel the Jianghu.

After that, during his exploits in the Jianghu, he accidentally obtained the Absolute Skill of the Wind and Thunder Divine Blade.

This earned him the name of Mad Blade Xin Wuji.

Logically, the meeting between the disguised old Sect Leader of Tianjing Sect and him should have remained unknown.

Yet, by a stroke of luck, Xin Wuji unexpectedly gathered some information.

That was why he hurried to the Tianjing Sect to take refuge.

What exactly happened inside the Tianjing Sect that year, even Xin Xiaoqi didn’t know.

He only knew that his father left home elated and excited.

He held endless respect for the mentor he only met once.

Although the mentor had passed away by then, he felt an exceptional affection for the Tianjing Sect, akin to the saying ’love me, love my dog.’

Unexpectedly, he returned home dazed and confused.

He told Xin Xiaoqi that if he died.

He must change his name, never reveal himself in the Jianghu.

Of course, Xin Xiaoqi had to ask what happened and why.

But Xin Wuji remained tight-lipped.

Finally, unable to withstand Xin Xiaoqi’s relentless questioning, he reluctantly told him that there was something wrong with the Tianjing Sect.

If he died, and Xin Xiaoqi encountered someone from the Tianjing Sect, no matter what, he must not reveal his identity; otherwise, he had to flee immediately.

More than that, Xin Wuji wouldn’t say, only telling him that knowing too much might make it even harder to stay alive.

Now, there might still be a small chance of survival.

Xin Xiaoqi felt his father’s words were utterly inexplicable.

But just a few days later, Xin Wuji genuinely died.

This nearly tore Xin Xiaoqi apart with fear.

Especially the way Xin Wuji died.

His entire body was stripped of flesh, leaving only a skin shell on the bed.

The tragic scene sent chills down Xin Xiaoqi’s spine, even to this day.

At this point in his story, Xin Xiaoqi’s eyes were already reddened.

He struggled to continue speaking:

"Afterwards, I followed my father’s instructions, changed my name, and acted with caution.