Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 718 - 307 Identifying Wan Yutang
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Chapter 718: Chapter 307 Identifying Wan Yutang
“So, are there no problems now?”
Yang Xiaoyun looked up at Su Mo.
But Su Mo shook his head:
“No, there are significant problems.”
“Hmm?”
Yang Xiaoyun was startled: “Why?”
Su Mo glanced at her but did not speak.
This problem could not be heard by the person who had been captured.
Although that person had been rendered completely immobile by the Qiankun Acupoint Technique used by Su Mo, which hit over a dozen acupoints,
He was, after all, not deaf; he had ears to listen and a mouth to speak.
Therefore, Su Mo did not directly answer her question but instead said something else:
“The reason I say it wasn’t Ren Xiongfei is because, up until now, this whole matter has only been according to Ding Wugong’s one-sided story.
“Now there’s trouble at Tenth Hall; it seems that the murderer of Wu Yong is within Tenth Hall.
“The situation has become extremely unfavorable for Vice Hall Master Ren.
“Whether he killed Ding Wugong or not, he cannot escape responsibility.
“But if he didn’t kill, there might still be room for maneuver… If he did, that would solidify the matter.”
After listening, Yang Xiaoyun fell into a brief silence.
This explanation on the surface seemed to establish why Ren Xiongfei was not the perpetrator.
But in reality, both Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun knew that Ren Xiongfei and Ding Wugong might not even know each other.
Ding Wugong was a subordinate of the Dark Hall, obeying the commands of the Great Hall Master of Wan Yutang.
Ren Xiongfei was from Eternal Night Valley and was actually under the command of the Night Lord.
Thus, Su Mo’s mentioned problem was clear to Yang Xiaoyun.
Ren Xiongfei didn’t know about the matters of Dark Hall and might not even know Ding Wugong.
He wouldn’t be frightened to confront Ding Wugong directly, even less likely to kill for it.
Then… why did this person use the Shadow Magic of Eternal Night Valley?
This was not only illogical but also unreasonable!
If indeed Wan Yutang had assigned the task and this person knew the martial arts of Eternal Night Valley,
then the relationship between Wan Yutang and Ren Xiongfei could not be as it currently is.
From the conversation of Wan Yutang last night, it was clear he looked down on the Night Lord and had long seen through Ren Xiongfei’s disguise.
The two could not be involved in the same matter.
Thus, this person could not possibly be from Wan Yutang’s side.
But if it was said to be Ren Xiongfei’s person, or even Ren Xiongfei himself.
That would be even less logical…
There was a missing link in all this!
A key piece of the puzzle was absent.
When Yang Xiaoyun’s thoughts reached this point, she noticed Su Mo was smiling at her.
After their gazes met, he said with a smile:
“Nevertheless, the ways of the world are unpredictable, and we don’t know Ren Xiongfei… we can’t be sure if this person in front of us is truly Ren Xiongfei. Fortunately, we’re at Wusheng Hall, with many astute people; just find anyone to ask, and we’ll get the answers…
“In that case, Sister Xiao Yun, lend me your spear for a moment.”
“Here you go.”
Yang Xiaoyun casually tossed the Dragon Abyss Spear to Su Mo.
Su Mo caught the spear with a backhand motion, treating it not as a noble weapon but as if it were a mere fishing harpoon, which made Yang Xiaoyun grimace.
Martial artists skilled with the spear would feel uncomfortable watching the way he held it.
However, Su Mo aimed the spear point at the captured person.
The captive was already immobile and watched helplessly as the spear swept back and forth over him, a sense of despair welling up within.
Particularly, Su Mo’s delaying of the final strike intensified the despair.
Just as the captive considered whether Su Mo was deliberately wielding the spear to intimidate him, Su Mo made his move.
The spear pierced through the shoulder, and with a deft flick, the man was skewered upon the spear’s tip by Su Mo.
Turning the spear around, Su Mo propped it on his shoulder and said to Yang Xiaoyun:
“Let’s go to Tenth Hall.”
After finishing his sentence, he glanced at Old Hu and Zhen Xiaoxiao:
“Get someone to clean up here and continue guarding Ding Wugong.”
“Yes.”
Old Hu immediately responded while Zhen Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but interject:
“Master, my One-legged Copper Man…”
“That, I’ve already asked Xu Lu to search for it.
“If we really can’t recover that expensive Copper Man, I’ll have to dock your meals for three days at least.”
“Ah!?”
Zhen Xiaoxiao turned pale with fright in an instant.
But perhaps because her meals were at stake, her mind shone with an unprecedented brightness.
She immediately protested:
“That’s not right, Master, the One-legged Copper Man is mine.”
It was her own weapon to begin with, and if it were lost, it would be her own loss… Why should the Master deduct her meals?
Su Mo was momentarily stunned and thought it over – it seemed she was right, so he reluctantly said:
“Then forget it.”
After that, he left with a chuckling Yang Xiaoyun.
Zhen Xiaoxiao was left gazing into the distance, hoping Xu Lu would bring back a miracle.
She secretly vowed in her heart that if Xu Lu could recover her One-legged Copper Man, she would no longer fret about when he would meet his demise.
…
…
Su Mo nonchalantly carried the spear on his shoulder, with a man hanging from it.
Holding Yang Xiaoyun by hand, he swaggered towards Tenth Hall.
This scene truly filled the disciples of Wusheng Hall with apprehension.
Yet occasionally, when they raised their heads to glance at the man hanging from the spearhead, confusion set in.
Su Mo’s eyes swept over the faces of these people, and he couldn’t help asking:
“Does anyone recognize him?”
They all shook their heads, indicating they did not recognize him.
Some even started a conversation with Su Mo, suggesting not only did they not recognize him, but he was probably not even from Wusheng Hall’s territory.
