Chapter 298 [The Scene]
The air was filled with a nauseating stench of corpses. Chen Yan had no choice but to employ his Primordial Qi to temporarily seal off his sense of sll. He turned his head and saw that Yun Zhao had already turned pale and was on the verge of collapse.
Only then did Chen Yan realize that Yun Zhao was from the Demon Race, and his sense of sll was naturally much sharper than that of humans, making the stench even more unbearable for him.
Looking at the hole in the flying boat, Chen Yan suddenly strode over, leaping into it and entering the cabin.
This flying boat was not for carrying cargo; the cabin was much smaller than the freighters Chen Yan had taken, but because it was a passenger boat, the cabin’s furnishings were more comfortable, like a guest room.
Entering through the hole, it was precisely a cabin. The furniture within, due to the tilting of the boat, was in disarray.
Two corpses lay sprawled on the ground!
Chen Yan carefully observed his surroundings and noticed several claw marks on the walls, seemingly left by so kind of beast.
In the corner, there were broken swords and weapons, as well as the damaged marks left by spells from a cultivator.
As he took a few more steps, Chen Yan suddenly halted.
In a barely stable corner, a person sat.
To be precise, it was a corpse sitting there.
This person died while sitting, a long spear piercing his body, entering through the chest and pinning him to the wall—due to this iron spear fixing the corpse, it remained seated even in death without falling.
The manner of death was exceedingly grueso!
Chen Yan approached and examined more closely; although deceased with a spear through the chest, the body had been further desecrated after death.
The chest and abdon had been gouged open, the stomach a gory pit of blood and flesh, entrails torn out, with a long piece of intestine dragged out, trailing on the floor before him!
Chen Yan exhaled, turned his head away, forcing himself to calm his nerves and suppress the feeling of nausea.
What changed his expression wasn’t just the grueso death.
It was... that he recognized this man!
The very representative of the Guan Family, Fatty Guan!
The representative of the Beijiang Guan Family, who once exuded a presence at the auction house, now lay brutally murdered before Chen Yan!
At this mont, he heard footsteps behind him, Yun Zhao had entered swiftly, exclaiming, "There’s a heavy demonic presence here!"
Pausing, he added in a low voice, "Such a strong demonic presence, and with these people’s horrible deaths, bodies showing signs of beastly mauling—it must be the work of the Demon Race!"
Chen Yan nodded.
Demonic Qi, the state of the bodies, the traces left at the scene, the beast claw marks on the walls...
Everything seemingly irrefutably pointed to the presence of the Demon Race causing havoc here.
But...
Chen Yan squinted, scrutinizing his surroundings, feeling sothing amiss?
He slowly squatted down, right in front of Fatty Guan’s corpse.
Seeing Chen Yan’s actions, Yun Zhao wore a puzzled expression but followed suit, squatting down with a pinched nose, frowning, "This fellow is from the Guan Family, but not a direct mber, likely a favored side-branch mber—the Guan Family has always preferred using family mbers for steward roles, trusting only their own bloodline, never outsiders.
However, the ancestor told , such family customs ensured the Guan Family’s continuity for thousands of years, never breaking. But due to this, their vision and scope were sowhat lacking, never making a grand impact."
Chen Yan listened, nodding casually, "Indeed, a single bloodline, exhausting potential, how much talent can erge. Such a traditional family custom, while ensuring the continuation of the family bloodline’s prestige, doesn’t absorb external talent, naturally limiting growth."
As he spoke, he suddenly pointed to Fatty Guan’s corpse, "Look at this body, doesn’t sothing seem off?"
Yun Zhao hesitated, scrutinized for a few monts, then shook his head, "I... don’t see it. This Fatty Guan wasn’t much, but I heard he never committed major evils; dying here, and in such a horrible way, he also seems pitiful."
Chen Yan ignored Yun Zhao’s unrelated remarks, focusing on Fatty Guan’s corpse, particularly his fingers.
Though the body showed signs of decay, Chen Yan seemingly forgot about the nauseating stench, maintaining a calm deanor, "Look at his fingers."
"Hmm?"
"If I’m not mistaken, when I saw him at the auction, he wore gold and jade rings on his right thumb and middle finger."
Yun Zhao was stunned, looked imdiately, Fatty Guan’s fingers, the joints’ flesh already starting to rot, but the fingers were bare, no ring in sight?
"Did the Demon Race plunder them?" Yun Zhao muttered, but upon uttering it, he paused, perplexed.
Chen Yan calmly said, "If they took so magical artifacts, cultivation resources, elixirs, spirit herbs, jade coins, I wouldn’t be surprised.
After all, the Demon Race also needs these for cultivation.
But... ordinary gold and jade, why would the Demon Race take them?"
Pointing around the room, Chen Yan chuckled, "On that table, judging by the arrangents, there should have been a mirror to match, with a Noble Sect’s stature, the mirror should’ve been made of precious tals, like refined copper or inlaid with pure gold."
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