Chapter 778: Chapter 64: The Four Noble Clans, Mystical Arts of the East (6821)_2
This was indeed the reason he had co here seeking Jiu Zizai, so when he slowly revealed it now, it could be considered a statent made with moral righteousness. Indeed, after Wuxin heard it, he did not ask anything further and turned to look into other matters.
Wang Anfeng raised his hand to touch his own face, secretly relieving a sigh in his heart, only feeling fortunate that the mask Xiahou Xuan had made was extraordinary. Even he hadn’t been able to recognize it at that ti, so it was naturally able to deceive Wuxin, who was certainly skilled in Jianghu’s Disguise Technique.
eting an old acquaintance naturally brought joy, but at this ti, it was best that the two did not recognize each other. Otherwise, Wuxin’s position would have been sowhat difficult. Although he was a famous constable, his official position was not high after all, and this was not Heaven Capital City.
If that provincial official, who was inexplicably obsessed with the matter, accused Wuxin of malpractice and favoritism and stirred up the waters again, it wouldn’t be so easy for them to extricate themselves.
Moreover…
Wang Anfeng looked at Wuxin’s back, touched his face again, feeling sowhat delicate inside. Last ti they t, which was four years ago, Wang Anfeng hadn’t recognized the disguised Wuxin, but this ti the roles were reversed, with Wuxin unable to recognize him.
Their relationship was like friends and enemies, hard to define clearly. No matter what, Wang Anfeng had a history, and the last case he was involved in was many tis bigger than the current one.
Figuratively speaking, he was a rare villain in the Great Qin archives. He entered the city and killed officials, even slashing thousands of miles, breaking mountains and strongholds. When later generations looked up the archives, he wouldn’t doubt being ranked among the fiercest of the century.
His third master once joked that those who opened strongholds would privately venerate portraits and clay statues of their predecessors for luck, much like shopkeepers worship the Gods of Wealth, both civil and martial. With the deeds he had done, who in the underworld wouldn’t give a thumbs-up and wholeheartedly express their admiration?
In a few decades, Wang Anfeng might just beco a patriarch of bandits, worshipped by those people with regular morning and evening incense offerings.
Although it was a joke, now that he, the ‘fierce bandit’, the ‘future patriarch of bandits of the century’, was here, Wuxin might indeed be skeptical. Not to ntion anything else, having him stay here for a good tea and catch up was entirely plausible.
Moreover, that doubt still circled in Wang Anfeng’s heart and had yet to disperse—
With Wuxin’s status, having entered the ranks of the renowned constables of the world, he was involved in major cases. For sothing to have made Wuxin leave Heaven Capital City and travel thousands of miles to Jiangnan Road, it must not be a smaller incident than the last case Wang Anfeng stirred up.
Yet, Wang Anfeng and his party had been on the road from Fufeng for a month, and strangely, they hadn’t heard even a whiff of news or movent.
The last case involving Yi Nanping had shaken half of Great Qin’s Jianghu and the Imperial Court. If it weren’t for the Emperor changing the era’s na to Great Yuan, wishing for a peaceful situation under a relaxed exterior but tightened interior, this news, having been obstructed layer by layer, would probably have caused even a stronger stir, with complete certainty of reaching the Emperor’s ears.
The Ministry of Punishnt’s constables were already insufficient in number, grappling with Jianghu, often found wanting. Those Ministry officials were sharper than anyone else in calculations, nearly maximizing the use of manpower.
And now that Wuxin was dispatched, the matter couldn’t possibly be minor.
Moreover, with no stir within Jianghu, Wang Anfeng could already sense an invisible vortex swirling and trembling, ready to burst at any mont and involve everyone.
The only comforting fact was that only Wuxin had co here today.
If there were other renowned constables in this small Liangzhou City, then the situation would be troubleso.
This thought flashed through Wang Anfeng’s mind and was imdiately dismissed, as the situation fundantally cleared most suspicions off the two of them. Wang Anfeng was happy to relax and just stood beside Liu Ling, watching Wuxin question the others.
……
A gaunt man made his way through the passersby, knocked on the wooden door three short one long and paused for three breaths, then knocked heavily once more. The wooden door cracked open just enough for the man to slip through before closing.
Inside was a small shop with a fireplace blazing fiercely, tended by a high-cheekboned Hu-man who clearly had interacted with this person before. Without a word, he stepped aside to clear the path.
Unapologetically, the visitor walked forward a few steps, threw the bundle he carried directly into the fireplace, then removed a specially-treated leather pouch, uncorked it, and emptied its contents over the package licked by flas.
Already vigorous flas turned blue instantly, devouring the package furiously. The outer layer of blue cloth was the first to be consud, revealing white hair that vanished in a mont, followed swiftly by the destruction of the weapons and the wine pot.
The lean man tossed the leather pouch aside, clapped his hands, and exclaid:
“Those Taoist alchemists fiddle with elixirs of immortality without much skill, but these other items are indeed concocted well. This stuff has the nature of a tiger, perfect for destroying traces.”
“Impressive.”
“By the way, was the person captured?”
The old man emotionlessly nodded, picked up a candleholder and walked in. He pushed aside so clutter to reveal a hidden trapdoor on the ground, covered with a wooden plank, then blanketed with weeds and piled with more clutter—so well disguised that even the most astute constable couldn’t easily discover it.
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