The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 174 - 165: Please Sign for the Bento (4000 words) _2

Chapter 174: Chapter 165: Please Sign for the Bento (4000 words) _2

"Too forceful..." Qing Yu shook his head with slight annoyance, "Now, even if I wanted to use the ’Mind Control Spell’ to interrogate him for information, it’s not possible."

But it had to be forceful, just like the previous cultist, whose body was sliced open and blood continuously gushed out, yet he remained vigorous under the ’Blood Sacrifice to Cangtian,’ the Forbidden Technique. So, I had to nearly drain Han Wenxin’s fresh blood in one go, leaving him no possibility of fighting back.

Even though he was at death’s door, incapable of even opening his mouth, Han Wenxin still looked at Qing Yu with an extremely mocking gaze, as if to say, "I’ll be waiting for you down below."

"Heh," Qing Yu shook his head and chuckled lightly, "Brother Master, are you still thinking, will the Sixth Prince receive your letter and avenge you?"

"Yes, with the Sixth Prince’s power, it’s very likely he could succeed in avenging you. Although I’m not afraid, the Pharmacist’s father is in Divine Capital, and he won’t escape easily. Unfortunately, the Pharmacist is also a filial son; taking his father as a hostage, the Pharmacist has no choice but to walk into the trap on his own."

"Oh, right, there’s also Feng Jiu..."

Qing Yu raised his thumb, "Brother Master, your guess was very accurate, Feng Jiu is indeed the so-called mastermind behind the scenes."

Shock, confusion, disbelief suddenly filled Han Wenxin’s eyes; he gathered his last bit of strength, rotated his eyeballs, and glared at Qing Yu.

"Can’t believe it, can you? Why do I know what your letter says when you never told me before who you suspected? Why would I know?"

Qing Yu, with his hands clasped behind his back, looked down at Han Wenxin with a playful smile, "Brother Master, like me, you underestimated the Pharmacist. Your impression of the Pharmacist is still stuck several months back, when he was a good-for-nothing profligate young master.

That impression has still not changed, especially since you discovered there were others behind the Pharmacist, you disparaged him even more, not taking him seriously.

But, what you didn’t expect was that it’s this former despised profligate young master, who has planted more than one spy around you. Your letter will still reach the Sixth Prince, but beforehand, this letter will first be sent to the Mountain River Academy via another person.

You can imagine what happens next. Ha!"

The letter was first reviewed by Feng Jiu, and afterwards, it was completely transformed. Having practiced the ’Black Heaven Book,’ Tribulation Sea in the hands, the extremely dexterous Feng Jiu could perfectly replicate Han Wenxin’s handwriting, rewriting a letter he wanted the Sixth Prince to see.

Then, Han Wenxin just died. Whether it was from his severe injuries or he had been infuriated to death by Qing Yu before this, would be a question.

But Qing Yu wasn’t interested in this question; he was currently indulging in a peculiar kind of thrill.

"Now, I finally understand why those villains keep babbling before the righteous sect’s members die; this feeling of expression, this feeling of watching an enemy die with reluctance and regret, is truly... delightful!!!"

Always adhering to the principle that villains die because of excessive talking, this time Qing Yu, taking advantage of the moment, well, taking time, babbled a bit before his enemy’s death, experiencing a different kind of pleasure.

"No, no, I can’t indulge in this strange feeling; villains already have a hard time ending well, this kind of pleasure almost certainly sets the tone for a doomed fate."

Qing Yu hurriedly shook his head to rid his mind of these evil thoughts, diverting his attention by searching the body.

Speaking of which, there’s something to note: anyone involved in worldly society for a while as a martial artist, would never confidently carry a secret martial arts manual with them. Even if they did carry it, it would be written in a special code, not recognizable at a glance.

Generally, if one found a secret martial arts manual while searching a corpse, they should be wary. Typically, stumbling upon a genuine secret martial arts manual is exceedingly rare, even more so than a sow climbing a tree.

Mostly, such manuals are traps, constantly leading people toward Deviation or directly lacing the manuals with poison that kills anyone who touches it.

Back to the main topic, Qingyu wasn’t lacking in secret martial arts manuals; what he sought was something that devout religious followers usually carry—an orthodoxy, or perhaps, scriptures. Such documents are essential for higher-tier religions, which often distribute them as propaganda to attract like-minded followers. Qingyu hoped to use this to learn about the details of this unknown sect.

Qingyu first searched Han Wenxin’s corpse and, unsurprisingly, found nothing but a few pieces of broken silver. A cautious man like Han Wenxin wouldn’t carry anything that could expose his identity. Plus, Qingyu didn’t see Han as someone who truly worshipped any deity.

Next were the two lackeys. The one struck by the "Skull Blood Handprint" had his meridians running in reverse, his blood dried by Fire Power, even his clothes had turned yellow; if there were any scriptures, they wouldn’t have likely survived.

Thus, Qingyu approached the unfortunate one who had been split in two in mid-air, and easily found a blood-stained scripture—"Cangsheng Scripture"—in his upper half’s bosom.

The title’s three characters, though reproduced from a printing plate, were dynamic and elegant, evidently crafted by an expert:

"Cangtian above, protecting the people. Endless Cangtian..."

After skimming this proselytizing scripture of Cangsheng Sect, Qingyu roughly grasped the sect’s doctrines.

The teachings of Cangsheng Sect were similar to Buddhist beliefs, focusing on "equality of all beings." However, where Buddhist "equality" served merely as a propaganda tool—sounding genuine even though some monks would recite scriptures for swallowing even a mouthful of water to liberate the myriad insects within—equality in Buddhism was more a slogan seldom put into practice.

For the Cangsheng Sect, however, members were brothers and sisters, equal to each other with only Cangtian esteemed above. It sounded wonderful but ultimately, it was just pie in the sky. Not to mention, the existence of roles like the Sect Hierarch implied class divisions within the sect, belying true equality.

But cults are always like this: seemingly idyllic while in reality, the common followers are the most exploited. Judging by the two disciples who readily used Forbidden Techniques, ordinary members were brainwashed cannon fodder.

Qingyu was somewhat surprised to find two interesting points in this scripture meant for sect followers.

First was the thin halo they radiated while chanting "Cangtian above, protecting the people," called the "Cangtian Body Protection Spell." As Qingyu predicted, it was a Divine Strike martial art that required fervent belief in Cangtian to master. Only those fanatics could achieve it; sensible individuals shouldn’t even bother. Hadn’t Han Wenxin refrained from using the "Cangtian Body Protection Spell"?

The other was "Blood Sacrifice to Heaven," which involved burning one’s essence blood to form a towering column of True Qi reaching Cangtian—a distinctly cultish technique. In Qingyu’s view, such an act was absurdly foolish.

Having summarized his findings, Qingyu set about covering his tracks and disposing of the bodies. The deaths of Han Wenxin and the others were to be pinned on the Japanese. It wouldn’t do for any signs on the corpses to reveal the truth.

He commanded the Exorcism Sword Guard to bring the three bodies to a disassembled cart. Qingyu then employed the most efficient method of erasing traces—a funeral pyre.

Afterward, the Exorcism Sword Guard took out a standard short dagger exclusive to the Death Soldiers of East Sea Commerce, left marks in various places, and dropped several handheld swords to simulate the scene’s authenticity.

Once everything was in order, Qingyu waved his hand, and eleven dark figures disappeared into the deepest darkness before dawn.