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Chapter 216: Chapter 213: Sweeping Across
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Chu Zhiyuan and Zou Fang, accompanied by Guo Chi and the other three, returned to the Inner City.
Upon stepping into the gates of the Inner City, there was an entirely different atmosphere.
The streets were paved with white stones, spotless, and the roofs of the surrounding buildings varied in color, with walls that ranged from gray to red to even white.
Vibrant yet maintaining a clean and elegant simplicity.
The Inner City and Outer City had completely different vibes and views.
One was bustling and wild, while the other was quiet and luxuriously decadent, more exquisite in its opulence, but a notch less lively.
The Inner City seemed lively, but not until one reached the Outer City did they realize it wasn’t that lively after all.
After circling the Outer City, stepping outside once, and then returning to the Inner City, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly felt a sense of closeness to his surroundings.
Previously he hadn’t felt much about the Inner City, but now he knew he still preferred it.
He stood at the west end of Phoenix Avenue, seeing Huang Shiron and the other two women already waiting there, Huang Shiron carrying two jars of wine while the two women each held an iron box.
Their graceful figures appeared burdened by their loads.
Yet they stood charmingly, like willow branches swaying gently in the breeze, graceful and poised, their hands seeming light as if holding nothing.
"Let’s go." Chu Zhiyuan stepped forward, speaking softly.
Huang Shiron softly asked, "Shall we start from this side?"
"Let’s clear out one spot nearby first." Chu Zhiyuan said, "Ensure there are no loose ends."
He glanced at the two nimble girls who followed.
These two nimble girls from the Military Suppression Department intrigued him, possessing miracle techniques, their cultivation not high but their speed exceedingly swift.
They stuck out their tongues, laughing, "Rest assured, Princely Heir, we won’t get in your way."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded, continuing his slow pace forward.
Huang Shiron walked beside him, while Zou Fang, Wen Qianqian, and Xu Mengyu walked behind.
As they walked, Chu Zhiyuan said, "The recent losses of the Military Suppression Department’s masters, do they include some from the White Cloud Sword Palace too?"
"Yes, a junior brother." Huang Shiron’s expression dimmed, her bright eyes burning like flames.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Does the White Cloud Sword Palace lose disciples every year?"
"... Yes." Huang Shiron sighed, "The Military Suppression Department’s deterrence is still not strong enough, there are always those ruthless individuals killing people."
The Military Suppression Department has a great reputation, and most criminals shrink back when they encounter them, behaving themselves.
But some villains resist fiercely, even targeting and killing masters from the Military Suppression Department.
Every year, disciples from the White Cloud Sword Palace are lost.
Every time, she was filled with rage.
This time was no exception.
Especially when those demons from the Secret Shadow Sect killed people, laughing, treating the lives of Military Suppression Department disciples as if they were nothing.
This only fueled her fury, her killing intent blazing like a fire, itching to kill them immediately.
But she wasn’t as fast as Chu Zhiyuan’s flying knives, killed by his flying knives first.
"This time, we must teach them a lesson!" Chu Zhiyuan snorted.
As he weaved through the crowd, four streaks of white light shot out from his sleeve, cutting through the crowd above, and burrowed into the shadows of an alley.
His steps did not falter as he continued forward.
Zou Fang floated over like a ghost and retrieved the flying knives.
The two nimble girls followed into the alley, examining the four corpses in the shadows, two young men and two middle-aged men, struck in the chest, blood flowed from their seven orifices, instantly dead.
Their faces frozen in shock and disbelief.
The white light was too swift for them to react, their hearts shattered, quickly weakening them to the point they couldn’t even speak, dying immediately.
The two nimble girls flipped through their clothing, finding a mark beneath their necks, swiftly recording it in a small notebook.
Then they hurried out of the alley.
Next, they entered a nearby alley and saw more corpses in the shadows, all with shattered hearts, dead.
They quickly turned the bodies over, checking the marks before hurriedly leaving, their small hands busy with recording.
When they reached the end of the alley, they saw a small courtyard, much like the one from the Yuding Sect.
Yujing City had many such alleys and courtyards.
The Capital City was large, and living wasn’t easy.
Having such a courtyard in an alley in Yujing City was already remarkable.
The courtyard gate was opened forcefully, revealing Wen Qianqian standing inside.
The two nimble girls quickly floated inside.
They found the courtyard silent, not a sound to be heard.
Upon entering the courtyard, they found variously posed corpses lying on the ground.
The corpses were being gathered together by Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu.
Blood flowed in streams, the stench of iron thick.
"They’re all here."
Sun Qianqian and Xu Mengyu poured wine over each other, tilting the jars to let the strong wine cleanse their fair hands.
A rich aroma of wine filled the air.
Yet it couldn’t dispel the thick scent of blood around them.
The two nimble girls diligently inspected, missing not a single corpse, recording their characteristics and cultivation.
There were a total of thirty-six corpses, four Grandmasters, the rest Innate Masters.
Regardless of being a Grandmaster or Innate Master, all died by the flying knives piercing their hearts.
Although they didn’t witness it firsthand, they could imagine these masters hadn’t even seen who attacked before being killed by the flying knives.
For them, dying this way felt utterly unjust and frustrating.
These Secret Shadow Sect masters were assassins lurking in the shadows.
They usually killed unseen, without anyone noticing.
Now, the tables had turned, it was their turn to be silently killed.
Indeed, what goes around comes around.
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After washing their hands, Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu started searching the house, opening boxes and cabinets, seeking hidden compartments.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "This isn’t their base, just a temporary point, there’s nothing to search for, let’s go."
Without a word, Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu immediately stopped searching.
The group left the courtyard, drifting towards the east end of Phoenix Avenue.
Weaving through the crowd, the formation created by Guo Chi and the other three emitted an invisible force, gently pushing back those in their path.
"Prepare," Chu Zhiyuan said.
Wen Qianqian and Xu Mengyu simultaneously opened the iron boxes with a "crack".
The iron boxes opened from the middle, transforming inside-out.
This was like sticking two open boxes at the sealed side, each opening facing outward.
Inside the boxes were rows of flying knives glinting coldly.
Each row had nine flying knives, with four rows on each side, making thirty-six knives per box, seventy-two knives in total with both sides combined.
Chu Zhiyuan extended his hands, "Knives!"
A flying knife was swiftly taken out by Wen Qianqian from the iron box, handed to his left hand, while Xu Mengyu’s flying knife was handed to his right hand.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
...
Knife after knife was sent flying into the air, streaks of white light slicing through, shooting into the crowd near an alley entrance.
A young man calling out by a rouge shop suddenly widened his eyes, looked down at his chest, then stared around wide-eyed.
Amidst the startled cries, blood slowly seeped from his seven orifices, collapsing softly to the ground, dead.
The Gang Qi embedded in the flying knives grew more potent.
Shattering his heart and attacking his brain, causing instant unconsciousness, leaving no time for him to utter a word before dying.
Soon, screams emerged elsewhere, and two more people suddenly died.
The two nimble girls floated over, quickly checking the bodies, then moved on swiftly, their speed increasing.
This time, they finally caught glimpses of Chu Zhiyuan’s actions.
He drifted gracefully, his left hand receiving knives from Wen Qianqian, and his right hand receiving knives from Xu Mengyu, throwing them out one after another.
As fast as the two girls handed, he threw, without pause.
The two girls worked tirelessly, focused on fetching knives.
One after another, coldly gleaming flying knives were swiftly handed to Chu Zhiyuan.
The flying knives cut through the air, over the alley’s walls, vanishing from sight. 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
The two girls split up, floating into adjacent alleys, then seeing six corpses in the shadows against the wall.
While inspecting the corpses, they pondered.
These guys were all hiding in an alley—what were they up to? Were they training?
If training, there was no need to all be in one place, especially not in an alley, right?
Soon, they frowned.
They noticed some bloodstains.
These stains had darkened to brown, yet still retained a faint blood scent—a scent soon to fade—this was a recent site of death.
And more than one or two people had died here.
These guys were killing in the alley!
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