Read Novel Full Chapter 793 - Beifeng (01)
Chapter 793: 793 - Beifeng (01)
"Young Master Qingyi, this area has been marked as a possible crime scene and is under investigation. Please don’t—" The voice of the guard stationed outside Chen Wei’s room echoed down the empty hallway, hesitant and cut off mid-sentence.
"I’m going to count to three. If you don’t get out of my way, there won’t be anything left for your family to hold a funeral for." Qingyi declared, an overwhelming murderous intent radiating from his body in suffocating waves, making the air around him feel as dense as lead.
The guard hesitated, his face turning pale in a matter of seconds.
He thought about contacting his superior, but honestly, he didn’t know what to do in the face of that overwhelming pressure.
"One."
A single number was enough.
The guard, drenched in cold sweat and crushed by that terrible murderous intent, cleared the way instantly, his body trembling as he gasped for air.
Qingyi entered Chen Wei’s room without so much as a second glance.
The place was perfectly preserved, as if someone had slept there just the day before.
A heavy silence hung in the air, mingled with the musty smell of a long-abandoned room.
Even the mess left behind remained untouched, every object exactly where it had been dropped, every layer of dust firmly in its place.
Qingyi’s eyes narrowed. He knelt down slowly, placing his open palm on the worn wooden floor.
He could feel it.
There were ashes there, almost invisible to the naked eye, as if a piece of paper had been reduced to dust at that exact spot, leaving only tiny remnants among the wood fibers.
Running his hand carefully over the floor, he gathered those tiny particles between his fingers.
Without hesitation, he used the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art.
The ashes scattered across the floor began to float slowly toward his hand, one after another, gathering into a small pile that soon became enveloped in an intense, silvery glow.
When the glow faded, all that remained between Qingyi’s fingers was a single piece of paper, perfectly restored, as if it had never been reduced to nothing.
Without wasting a second, he read it. And with every word, his eyes filled with even more rage.
It was a very common technique used in threatening letters.
The recipient would read the message, and about twenty seconds later, the letter would disintegrate into dust, leaving not the slightest trace.
[Chen Wei, your arrogance knows no bounds, doesn’t it, you brat?
I can’t lay a finger on you inside the sect, since everyone knows you’re friends with that filthy son of a bitch, Long Qingyi. But your wife is traveling alone on a mission of her own, isn’t she?
Don’t worry, I won’t rape her. At least not if you show your face here and fight me like a man. I, Su Beifeng, will wash away the shame you put my younger brother through!]
Qingyi tried with all his might to control the rage rising in his chest.
But with every word he reread, he felt his heart burn more and more, a fire threatening to consume all his reason.
The entire place had been sealed off over the past few months.
Fortunately, due to the lack of cleaning, everything he needed was still there, preserved by the very fact that it had been abandoned.
Qingyi turned his gaze to the signature on the back of the letter, studying the coordinates engraved just below it.
They were the coordinates of a distant, frozen moon—one of the most remote in the entire solar system where they were located.
Technically, that region should have been under the control of an inner disciple of the sect—Su Beifeng himself—but it was an area that received little attention.
Many even spread rumors that Beifeng was hiring bandits to consolidate his power there and gather resources, all with the goal of returning to the sect and becoming a core disciple.
Since Beifeng had connections to an elder—who, coincidentally, was also in the same region at that very moment—these rumors were quickly quashed by him.
Qingyi stood up slowly, the paper still firmly clenched between his fingers.
Their plan would have been nearly perfect, had Qingyi not possessed his current cultivation technique.
That letter would never have been discovered, and the sect’s investigation—thwarted by the elder himself—would never have gone anywhere.
Unfortunately for them, they had targeted the wrong person’s friend.
Qingyi let out a soft sigh, satisfied to realize that when he reconstructed the paper, the arrays meant to destroy it had not been restored along with it.
In other words, he now held in his hands a letter confirming Beifeng’s crime, signed with his own name, and with his current location recorded right below it.
With eyes filled with anger, Qingyi left the room, his gaze falling on the guard who was still trembling in the hallway.
"Deliver this letter to Elder Shen. Tell him I went to handle the matter on my own," Qingyi said, handing over the letter along with some spirit crystals—the equivalent of about a full year’s salary for that guard.
"I hope you know what the consequences will be for disobeying me."
"I-I won’t let you down, Young Lord Qingyi!" the guard declared shakily, nearly letting the crystals slip through his fingers.
Immediately afterward, he hurried off, running down the hallway to deliver the letter to Elder Shen.
He wasn’t a fool. He knew that disobeying someone as powerful as Qingyi was sheer madness, especially when the matter involved the life and death of someone important to him.
Watching the guard disappear down the hallway, Qingyi remained silent for several long seconds, his gaze lost in the distance.
[You’re too angry—get a hold of yourself, love... everything will be all right.] Ruxue’s sweet, honeyed voice echoed softly in his mind, and he nodded with a bitter smile curving the corners of his lips.
"Ah... I’m sorry. I think I’ve become a little sensitive to the deaths of friends after Meilin’s grandfather’s passing."
[You know you can bring him back using your cultivation technique once we return to the Immortal Heaven, don’t you? Someone of his power level would take at least a thousand years for his consciousness to be erased.]
"I know." Qingyi nodded, focusing his mind. "But I won’t let it happen again."