Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny
Chapter 1364 - 1361: This Matter... Should Not Be Publicized! (5th Update)

Chapter 1364: Chapter 1361: This Matter... Should Not Be Publicized! (5th Update)

The white porcelain wine cup rotated slowly in her hand, and Wen Muling had been gazing down at it for a long time.

Ah Qing finally couldn’t help but say, "Commander, the families of the two deceased Ghost Race members have been pressing us for answers. How should we respond?"

Wen Muling paused slightly and lifted her head to look at Ah Qing. After a moment, a trace of cruelty flashed through her eyes.

"Tell them that the Vermilion Pavilion will take responsibility for this matter, but it will have to wait until after the celebration!"

Ah Qing nodded, "Understood!"

But having said this, Ah Qing still didn’t leave.

"Is there anything else?" Wen Muling asked.

A strange expression flickered across Ah Qing’s face as she softly replied, "Commander, someone rushed into the chaotic alley behind our pavilion last night...!"

Wen Muling nodded, "I know."

Ah Qing licked her lips, "But the person who broke in was a man, and... and it seems like he’s about to be completely ruined!"

Disgust flickered in Wen Muling’s eyes, "You know well enough what kind of people reside in that chaotic alley. Since this man sought his own destruction, there’s no one else to blame. Have a few men drag him out and toss him away!"

"Yes!" Ah Qing shot a deep glance at the white porcelain wine cup in Wen Muling’s hand before bowing and retreating.

After the door closed, Wen Muling fiddled with the wine cup and muttered softly, "Strange, why is there not the slightest residual trace of aura upon this wine cup?"

Everyone has a unique aura, and anything you touch will retain a trace of it.

This provides an avenue for tracking down its source.

Yet Wen Muling found no clues on this cup.

But for a single wine cup to eliminate two Ghost Race members—such power was enough to shake Wen Muling.

And since there were no traces, it clearly suggested that the perpetrator wished to remain hidden. In this delicate period, Wen Muling could only set the matter aside for now.

What she did not know, however, was that when Ah Qing departed, she did not return to her room. Instead, she moved stealthily to stand outside Xue An’s room, gently knocking on the door.

Xue An seemed to have known she would come and, without turning around, spoke from the window, "Come in. The door’s unlocked!"

Creaaaaak!

The door swung open. Ah Qing slipped inside, closing it casually behind her. Watching the figure seated by the window, her lips curled upward ever so slightly.

"Did you know I’d come, Young Master?" Ah Qing walked forward gracefully, her voice soft as silk.

Xue An chuckled, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Ah Qing’s smile deepened, "Oh? You don’t know what I’m talking about? Truly a sly little fellow."

With that, she propped her hands on the table, staring directly at Xue An with glittering eyes. "Erasing all traces of aura from the wine cup and taking the lives of two Ghost Race members in one move—Young Master must have quite the skill!"

As she spoke, her gaze grew so seductive it nearly dripped with honey.

Xue An, however, merely arched an eyebrow and said flatly, "You..."

"Wondering how I figured it out, aren’t you?" Ah Qing laughed joyfully. "My strength may not be remarkable, but I do possess a keen talent for observation. I was the one who brought up that wine cup. I know every subtle detail about it!"

Xue An’s eyes gradually turned frosty.

"Don’t worry, Young Master—I haven’t told anyone about this!"

"So...," Ah Qing leaned closer, laughing softly, "...shouldn’t you consider rewarding me, Young Master?"

Xue An leaned back slightly, his tone dispassionate, "Reward? What kind of reward are you expecting?"

"What do you think?" Ah Qing licked her alluring lips.

Despite her overt advances, Xue An could still catch a glimmer of anxiety and sorrow in her eyes.

Recalling the presence of the shadow guards circulating the Vermilion Pavilion, Xue An suddenly understood much and sighed inwardly.

Desperation before her death?

Alas, young lady, you’ve barked up the wrong tree! I am, after all, the one and only upright gentleman in this world!

As this thought emerged, an inexplicable sense of danger dissipated from the back of Xue An’s mind.

Xue An coughed lightly, "Young lady, I think you’ve misunderstood. I’m not that kind of man..."

Ah Qing hadn’t expected Xue An to refuse outright. Her face turned pale, and humiliation flashed in her eyes. Nonetheless, she forced a smile.

"What? You think I’m dirty? But my body is clean! I only wanted to... before I... escape..."

Though Ah Qing was usually bold and fiery, saying something like this as a woman strained her nerve.

Before she could finish, however, Xue An shook his head. "Young lady, you’re mistaken. It’s not that I hold contempt—I already have a wife!"

These words struck Ah Qing like a bolt from the blue, leaving her stunned in place.

"Unfortunate timing for misplaced affection—my apologies," Xue An said.

Tears welled up in Ah Qing’s eyes, but she quickly suppressed them and laughed instead. "What a joke! I was only teasing you. Did you really think I was going to throw myself at you? Absolutely hilarious!"

With that, she turned and strode toward the door. Yet when she grasped the handle, her movements paused, and she spoke grimly, "The two Ghost Race members you killed held high status. Their side has been exerting considerable pressure on the Vermilion Pavilion... The Shopkeeper has shielded you for now."

"But after the celebration the day after tomorrow, this pavilion is bound to face upheaval. There may be no one left to protect you. If you’re smart, you’ll take this chance and flee while you can!"

With those words, she opened the door and strode away.

Xue An watched her departing figure and sighed softly. "Breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats, ready for mutual destruction, are they?"

Meanwhile...

Crouching in a bizarre posture on a stretcher, Leng Boceng was carried back.

Upon seeing the pitiful state of her disciple, Wen Lingcui gasped audibly.

"What... what happened?"

Leng Boceng’s face was ashen, his gaze vacant, like a broken doll robbed of its soul. Only upon hearing his master’s shout did some clarity return to his eyes, and then he burst into loud sobs.

"Master! My... my body is no longer pure... There were... there were so many bad people... sob sob sob sob!"

Gradually, through his fragmented recounting, Wen Lingcui and Song Jingyue grasped the details of what had transpired.

Furious, Wen Lingcui’s face became ashen with rage, "Those scoundrels are utterly unforgivable!"

But Song Jingyue, standing quietly to the side, remained composed.

Last night, upon returning to the Sect, she concealed the incident from her master, fearing the fallout.

She wasn’t foolish either; upon careful thought, she noticed several oddities.

Today, seeing Leng Boceng’s miserable state confirmed her suspicions.

Thus, she felt no sympathy for her senior brother, for she knew that, had things gone differently last night, she would have been the one to suffer.

Observing Wen Lingcui’s seething desire for revenge, Song Jingyue hesitated briefly then spoke softly, "Master, I believe it’s best not to publicize this matter. It could damage the Sect’s reputation."

These words immediately sobered Wen Lingcui. "Then according to you, Yue’er, what should we do...?"

Song Jingyue cast a hateful glance at the stretcher-bound Leng Boceng and silently mouthed the answer, "Ghost Race."

Leng Boceng trembled violently, instantly understanding the implication, quaking like a leaf.

Only then did Song Jingyue smile sweetly. "Master, the wisest approach would be to pretend this never happened. As for those who harmed Senior Brother... we can deal with them after the celebration."

Wen Lingcui nodded in approval, "Mm, Yue’er speaks well. That indeed seems the most prudent approach. It appears Yue’er is growing increasingly mature."

Thus, the matter was quietly swept under the rug. Yet within Destiny City, whispers began spreading of an extraordinary man.

Amid these rippling undercurrents, the day of the celebration finally arrived!

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