The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 230 - 42: Autopsy

Chapter 230: Chapter 42: Autopsy

"Lord Luo, Mr. Bu, as Silver Seal Constables of the Six Gates, you are most adept at handling investigations to unmask the real culprit. Would you please lend us a hand?"

Qiao Baixuan said indifferently to the crowd.

"Qiao Baixuan, do you mean to imply that someone from the Six Gates has infiltrated this gathering?" asked a big man with a towering physique and a beard covering his face, who appeared to be over forty years old on the outside.

However, in fact, this man was Lian Jian, the leading figure of the Lian Family in Hong Province. His actual age was just over twenty.

"Such a scenario would hardly be odd without the presence of the Six Gates, you fool!" Beside Lian Jian, a petite woman kicked him and exclaimed.

"Lian Ning, I warn you, don’t call me a fool!"

"Should I call you a clumsy bear then...?"

"Lian Ning!!"

Alright, these two suddenly veered off topic. The male and female members of the Lian Family are always like this, quick to bicker, yet when facing a real enemy, they unite and stand together.

By the way, whichever of the male or female leaders becomes the Patriarch, they will end up marrying each other. Thus, they truly embody the term ’bickering couple.’

"Are you two not coming out yet?"

Within the crowd, Luo Yan and Leng Chuan, unable to hide any longer, lifted their Human Skin Masks and walked leisurely on a path cleared by the onlooking crowd, facing everyone’s hostile or calm gazes.

"Please help us find out who truly killed Young Master Xiao." Qiao Baixuan, with a serene smile on his face, requested politely yet not submissively.

’This man has subtly become the center of attention among all present, truly remarkable.’

Qing Yu watched coldly from a distance as Qiao Baixuan effortlessly embodied the martial artists present and engaged in conversation with Luo Yan, representing the court. This man’s ability to dominate the scene — should he be called a master strategist or a charlatan?

Luo Yan scanned the crowd and saw that, although they still showed hostility, they remained silent, apparently conceding to Qiao Baixuan’s words.

Although Qingxu was reluctant, under the overwhelming consensus of the crowd—and even as someone from the Divine Origin Realm—he dared not voice opposition, overwhelmed by the force of popular opinion.

Luo Yan, seeing this, nodded sideways to Leng Chuan as a signal.

In perfect sync, Leng Chuan went over to examine Xiao Chengming’s body. Autopsy was precisely Leng Chuan’s specialty.

Lifting the white sheet covering the body, they could only see a sword wound across the chest and abdomen of Xiao Chengming, with no other injuries.

From the clean and decisive nature of the wound, it was evident that Xiao Chengming had been fatally struck by Yuan Jianyi’s sword, the injury being severe, running obliquely from the left chest nearly to the lower abdomen.

Leng Chuan took out several small knives and cut away the clothes that had stuck to the wound, fully revealing Xiao Chengming’s upper body.

Then, with his index finger, he lightly touched the skin near the wound, gently stroking it, a faint look of captivation appearing on his face.

These expressions, like those of an obsessed madman, made everyone present shudder with revulsion. After all, they were all men, and seeing such corpse-loving, Longyang-esque obsessions was nearly unbearable.

When Luo Yan saw the looks in their eyes, he couldn’t help but kick Bu Lengchuan lightly to remind him to mind his image.

Bu Lengchuan coughed lightly and said, "Sorry, this is the first time I’ve come across a corpse so proficient in profound swordsmanship, and its physiological structure intrigues me greatly."

Then, Bu Lengchuan finally entered his normal working state, although this ’normal’ still seemed abnormal to others.

"From the appearance of the body, the fatal injury is this sword wound that occupies the upper body. The wound extends deep into the internal organs, and even a divine being would find it difficult to save him."

Bu Lengchuan gently parted the massive wound, and it did not take much effort because Yuan Jianyi’s Sword Qi was clearly devastating, severing all connections in the wound.

"If we are to find the real culprit, there is hardly any evidence right now, but if it’s about proving Yuan Jianyi’s innocence, there is already evidence."

Bu Lengchuan reached his hand into the sword wound, as if searching delicately for something inside, "Yuan Jianyi’s Sword Qi is incredibly sharp, the wound is extremely smooth, and it parts effortlessly, but when I was initially parting the depths of the wound, I felt some resistance."

"Indeed, my fingers can feel that beyond the smooth surface injury in the shallow muscle, there is another different wound. The scars left on the muscle by this sword wound are also very smooth, yet not as distinctly sharp as those made by Yuan Jianyi’s Sword Qi."

"Wait, not Sword Qi, this feeling, is different..."

Bu Lengchuan forcefully pulled the wound apart, and since it had been exposed to the air all night, most of the blood had already drained, sparing Bu Lengchuan a face full of blood.

"This pattern on the skin was not caused by Sword Qi, but directly by a long sword."

"The person who caused this second injury must also be skilled with a sword. The angle of the sword wound matches exactly the angle of Yuan Jianyi’s wound, but to precisely stab a long sword into Yuan Jianyi’s wound at close range, that person’s skill in the Sword Dao must be extraordinary, at least on a level near Yuan Jianyi’s."

"See, the evidence is conclusive. It’s Yuan Jianyi," Xiao Chengye suddenly shouted. "Who among us has sword skills comparable to Yuan Jianyi? Who can? The so-called discrepancy must be Yuan Jianyi playing tricks."

The sudden shouting made everyone frown deeply, the "Eleventh" brother seemed too eager to prove his presence having just gained a spotlight.

Such temperament is no wonder he has been suppressed by Xiao Chengming.

"Not necessarily," Bu Lengchuan said, "What I just mentioned was an enemy, an enemy causing Xiao Chengming to be cautious. Only a swordsman on a level not far from Yuan Jianyi’s could inflict such a wound. But what if the killer wasn’t an opponent?"

"If someone could make Xiao Chengming let down his guard, as long as their strength was not far off from Xiao Chengming’s, they could also kill him with a single sword strike unexpectedly. Judging by the lack of struggle at the scene, I lean towards this conjecture."

Almost equal in strength, a swordsman, making Xiao Chengming let down his guard... everyone’s gaze unconsciously turned to Xiao Chengye, who had just been shouting loudly.

Being constantly vying with Xiao Chengming, his strength obviously wasn’t much inferior.

The Young Master of Yu Jian Manor of course would be a swordsman.

Xiao Chengye, after all, was Xiao Chengming’s brother; Xiao Chengming would never have suspected that Xiao Chengye would kill him.

Thinking this way, the "Eleventh" brother’s various conditions strangely fit together, apart from Yuan Jianyi, he was the most suspicious.

Or rather, compared to Yuan Jianyi, who always ’spoke’ through his sword, everyone was more suspicious of Xiao Chengye, who had been constantly suppressed by Xiao Chengming, unable to ever raise his head.