Chapter 118: Unable to Convict

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Fang Wenxuan looked at Cai Zhuoyin thoughtfully, as if he had some inkling of who this "more interesting person" Cai mentioned might be.

"Deputy Captain Cai, please, get to the point about the case," Fang Wenxuan urged, unable to contain his impatience. His primary concern now was whether Mo Han had become entangled in this affair.

"Alright, alright, let me explain the case first," Cai Zhuoyin said. "We received a report from the public that a body had been discovered in the western suburbs. Forensic analysis confirmed that the deceased was the very assassin who wounded Huizi. He died from a single gunshot wound to the forehead, inflicted by his own weapon. The bullet recovered from his skull matched the one that struck Huizi—it was the same firearm and from the same production batch."

"So, you mean to say he committed sui—"

This level reached a height of fifty meters, and the surrounding area formed a staggering circular space with a diameter of three thousand meters.

His body transformed into a streak of white light. Triggering "Teleportation," he vanished from the cultivation chamber, flashing repeatedly through the air, crackling with intense electrical energy as he made his way toward the headquarters of the Wizards' Guild.

The effect of a Soul Imprint is usually to completely erase the target's spiritual mark, but because the Star-Eater Grass’s power was limited, it could not achieve this fully, leaving behind a faint vestige.

After all, Bank needed to remain in the public eye to maintain stability among the various factions in Kajia. He was the face of the operation; others handled the behind-the-scenes matters, which had nothing to do with him.

Cheng Yao only learned later that this person was the next artist Nianhua Studio planned to debut after Luo Jin; this was merely his advance introduction.

Cheng Yao looked up to see his exceptionally serious expression. "My mother often says that too. Oh, you old soul!" she teased, reaching out to tug at his cheeks with both hands. "Old man~" she chirped playfully.

The giant beetle from earlier had been killed instantly by the Class E venom, which was exactly what had provided those five energy points.

Half an hour later, the woodshed looked brand new, though I couldn't fix the collapsed wall just yet. I bounded over to Old Sun and declared, "I want to learn martial arts." Old Sun replied dismissively, "Your aptitude is too poor; you aren't suited for martial arts. However, I see your fingers are nimble; there is a craft that suits you better."

"Your word is enough. Zhaoning, Grandmother gives you this promise: go ahead and do what you must. I will not blame you, nor will I listen to anything he has to say," Old Madam Wu said, patting Su Zhaoning’s hand to reassure her.

When the guard saw the dagger coming, his first thought was to stabilize the situation by saying something ambiguous to confuse the attacker. Perhaps pretend to be one of the Third Prince's men?

The most marvelous sensation was that of the primordial spirit leaving the body—a feeling of being light as a feather, entirely unburdened. It was just like the moment one first transcended the qualitative stage, a sense of being reborn, of having a new lease on life; it was truly wondrous.

Jiang Yao twitched the corner of his mouth, laughing bitterly to himself: It wasn't that he lacked ill intentions, but that he was powerless to act on them. Thanks to the Peacock Great Wisdom King, he would likely have to play the part of a virtuous gentleman until he broke through to become a Human Immortal.

Before the finals, there would be three matches held each day for ten days, with the final day reserved for the championship bout and the awards ceremony.

I strained to swing the heavy Scythe of Rebellion, much like Sun Wukong wielding his golden staff, while carefully observing the situation on the battlefield.

Because he was a Fire Fiend, Jiang Zaiyuan did not speak a single word to Liang Tianyun throughout the entire journey. Without Huo Guying there, the atmosphere between them felt heavy and dull.

Perhaps to avoid being disturbed, Captain Aylins had arranged for High Priestess Mina’s cabin at the rear of the ship. Yueying followed the corridor, naturally gravitating toward the direction of the light—this seemed to be the instinct of all living creatures.

The Hall of Secrets was set to release three lists this time: the first was a list of cultivators in the Origin-Rounding stage, the second for those in the Return-to-Truth stage, and the third for energy practitioners.

"That may be so, but I have a few questions to ask. Their identities dictate the credibility of their statements; how could we not clarify that first?" Zui Bugui argued.

Perhaps due to the increase in his cultivation level and the restoration of his lifespan, the aura of that beautiful face was vastly different from what it had been two days ago. One couldn't help but wonder if those crimson lips tasted as exquisite as they looked.