590: Chapter 590 Bloodstained Pursuit!!

He pondered for a moment, and finally said to Di Jie, "Young Master Di, please leave. We in the Secret Guard Division need to conduct our investigation properly."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Di Jie's Face vanished instantly.

What did he just hear? Zhao Lei was actually kicking him out!

He, Di Jie, a Young Master of the Di Family, who in Jumu City didn't give him some Face?

Zhao Lei actually dared to kick him out?

"Zhao Lei, this Young Master will give you one more chance to organize your words."

Di Jie said gloomily, his voice carrying a hint of a threat, "Our Di Family's tracking techniques are famous throughout Jumu City. You don't trust me, but instead trust a stranger from the Holy Land? If he can't find the person for you, your position won't be secure."

He paused, a cold sneer curling the corners of his mouth.

"When you come begging to me later, what I want won't just be a portion of Grandmaster True Qi Liquid anymore. You, think about it carefully."

He had to obtain Zhao Lei's Grandmaster True Qi Liquid!

That item was vital to him.

With the Grandmaster True Qi Liquid, his probability of achieving a Breakthrough to Grandmaster would increase by a fraction.

Therefore, no matter what, he had to get his hands on that bottle of Grandmaster True Qi Liquid.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei hesitated for only a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Escort Young Master Di out of the division."

Shortly after, several Secret Guards came to Di Jie's side and said expressionlessly, "Young Master Di, please."

Di Jie wanted to say something, but the True Qi on the surrounding Secret Guards was slowly condensing, and their auras locked onto him.

This was the Secret Guard Division, an official power; even his family's Old Ancestor wouldn't dare cause trouble here, let alone him.

If he dared to take action here, it would be going against the entire Secret Guard Division, and going against the entire official power of Jumu City.

He could not bear that consequence.

"Zhao Lei, I will remember this debt!" Di Jie said bitterly, his eyes filled with venom.

He violently flicked his sleeves, turned around, and strode away. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the prison, gradually fading into the distance.

Watching Di Jie walk out, Zhao Lei did not know if the step he had taken was right or wrong.

If Di Jie hadn't wanted his Grandmaster True Qi Liquid, he might have considered Di Jie—after all, the Di Family's reputation was well-established, and their tracking techniques were truly renowned.

However, although Qin Yan was a Holy Land Disciple, his strength was low, and everything was an unknown; he truly had no confidence in his heart.

But now that he had made his decision, he did not want to hesitate any longer.

Gamble on it; either turn things around, or sink to the bottom.

Zhao Lei turned to look at Qin Yan and said respectfully, "Young Master, it has been handled."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan nodded.

He did not say much more, only saying indifferently, "Please trouble yourself to take me to the prison cell where Zhu Ming was previously held, Lord Zhao."

"Young Master, please follow me."

After Zhao Lei finished speaking, he led Qin Yan toward the depths of the prison.

The depths of the prison were increasingly dark and damp.

The torches on the walls flickered with weak light, stretching the two men's shadows long.

The two passed through several iron doors and rounded a few corners, arriving before a prison cell shortly after.

"Young Master, this is the place where Zhu Ming was previously held."

Zhao Lei said, pointing at the cell in front of him.

Qin Yan nodded and walked into the prison room.

The room was not large, only a few zhang square.

Several thick iron chains hung on the walls, with rusty shackles at the ends of the chains.

The ground was covered with dry straw, and there were specks of blood on the straw that had already dried and turned black.

In the corner, some torn clothing remained.

The entire room exuded an aura of coldness and despair.

Qin Yan's gaze fell on that patch of dried blood, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

With leftover blood, everything would be much easier to handle!

"Young Master Qin Yan, is there a way to track Zhu Ming?"

Zhao Lei asked cautiously, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness and expectation.

He now placed all his hope on this Qin Yan.

If the other party had no way, he would truly be quite desperate. Truly.

Qin Yan did not disappoint him either, smiling lightly, "Rest assured, Lord Zhao, everything is not a problem."

His voice was calm and confident, causing the heavy stone in Zhao Lei's heart to drop slightly.

After speaking, Qin Yan came to the center of the prison.

He stood still, took a deep breath, and with a flash of light in his hand, the moyuan spirit weapon instantly appeared!

With the long spear in hand, on the spear body, a hundred patterns shimmered slightly.

Qin Yan circulated his True Qi, and upon the moyuan spirit weapon, blood-colored light suddenly flowed!

That blood color was rich and eerie, appearing exceptionally striking in the dim prison cell.

He pointed his long spear, and from that pool of blood on the ground, wisps of blood qi drifted up!

Those wisps of blood qi, like silk threads, rose from the dried blood and floated slowly in the air.

Immediately, those wisps of blood qi seemed to be summoned by something, drifting toward the moyuan spirit weapon and landing on the spear body.

"Blood Dark Tracking!"

Qin Yan let out a low shout.

Blood Dark Tracking was precisely the second Spirit Weapon Skill he had awakened after his moyuan spirit weapon ascended to hundred-patterned.

The first was the Five Elements Profound Yellow Bell, which could only be used once a month;

The second was this Blood Dark Tracking, which had only one purpose—tracking.

As long as there was the target's blood, aura, or a personal item, he could lock onto the target's location.

No matter where the target hid, they would have nowhere to hide.

This was also the reason why he dared to say he could find Zhu Ming within a day.

With Blood Dark Tracking in hand, let alone Zhu Ming hiding in Jumu City, even if he were hiding in a mountain cave ten thousand miles away, he could drag him out!

And Blood Dark Tracking had two tracking methods in total.

One was Dark Tracking; as long as one possessed the target's residual aura, one could locate their approximate position and direction.

This method had wide applicability and simple conditions; as long as there was an aura, it would suffice, but the precision was relatively low, only able to lock onto a range, unable to pinpoint the location.

The other was Blood Tracking; Blood Tracking could find the target's accurate position according to their blood, and map out the environment they were in in real-time!

Qin Yan happened to have Zhu Ming's blood in his hand at this moment, so he naturally chose Blood Tracking.

He saw that on his long spear, blood color flowed, and that wisp of blood qi that had drifted out from the dried blood spun in the air, spinning faster and faster, becoming more and more solid!

In the blink of an eye, that wisp of blood qi condensed into a fingernail-sized blood-colored ball of light, emitting a faint red glow.

Subsequently, that blood-colored ball of light trembled slightly, turning into a stream of blood-colored light, sinking into the moyuan spirit weapon and disappearing.

And at the same time—

In Qin Yan's mind, a picture suddenly appeared.

That picture was as clear as if he were there in person.

It was a simple thatched cottage, the roof covered with withered yellow thatch, the walls made of rough wooden planks, with weak light shining through the gaps.

The furnishings inside were simple: a wooden table, a wooden chair, and a bed covered with straw.

And on the bed, a man was sitting cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, True Qi slowly circulating around his body, evidently Cultivating.