41: Chapter 41 The Man Who Aspires to Become the King of Immortal Cultivation!

Thinking and acting immediately, Su Mo secretly activated his skill, and several piles of flour, each as tall as a person, instantly appeared in the air above the room.

The moment the flour appeared in mid-air, the female attendant guarding Wang Shilan reacted, immediately drawing the three-foot blue sword from her waist and slashing at the falling piles of flour, while roaring, "There is an assassin!"

Hearing the commotion, the guards outside instantly drew their weapons and ran into the room.

However, they were still a step too slow.

The flour poured down, instantly forming a dense dust cloud within the enclosed room. The moment the candlelight touched the dust, the entire room erupted with a deafening explosion.

"Boom—!"

The guards who had just run to the door and were about to reach out to push it open were instantly sent flying by the violent shockwave, all of them crashing heavily against the courtyard wall like kites with broken strings.

A blinding blaze shot into the sky, visible even from outside the Wang estate.

As for Su Mo, the moment he threw the flour, he had already flapped his wings to move away from the center of the explosion. At this moment, he was hovering above the Wang estate, watching the chaos below with cold eyes.

The room where Wang Shilan had been was now a pile of ruins, and those maids were nowhere to be seen.

"Art is truly eight ducks big!"

"With such power, I reckon Wang Shilan is dead without even leaving a trace."

Just as Su Mo was feeling smug, his pupils suddenly constricted—the smoke cleared, and in the ruins, a golden light stood proudly.

Wang Shilan stood in the center of the golden light shield with disheveled hair, clutching a cracked jade pendant in her hand, her face full of resentment.

"A defensive Magical Artifact from a Cultivator?!"

Su Mo's expression changed slightly, and he retreated several miles without a sound, ensuring he was completely hidden in the night.

"The imperial palace really does have connections to Cultivators..."

He stared at the gradually dimming jade pendant in Wang Shilan's hand, various thoughts flashing rapidly through his mind.

In the distance, Wang Shilan was already screaming hysterically:

"Search for me! I want to tear that assassin into ten thousand pieces!!"

Dozens of guards raised their torches and dispersed, spreading out like a giant net.

Before long, two guards suddenly carried something covered by a blood-stained quilt and walked up to Wang Shilan.

The guard hesitated:

"Noble Consort... your third brother has been..."

Before he could finish, Wang Shilan extended her jade foot, kicked the guard aside, crouched down, and yanked off the quilt, her pupils suddenly shrinking.

Inside was none other than the riddled corpse of Wang Shiren!

"Th-Third Young Master?!" The old steward who had rushed over and the servants nearby all gasped in horror.

Wang Shilan staggered back two steps, her nails digging deep into her palms:

"Good... very good..."

Her voice was suddenly terrifyingly calm:

"Pass on my order, place the whole city under martial law! Even if it means having the Imperial Guard turn the entire capital upside down, find that assassin for me!"

Seeing this situation from the shadows, Su Mo decided to go home first.

This woman was even able to mobilize the Imperial Guard; she might just be the one the Emperor favors most, and besides that jade pendant, she might have other life-saving measures.

It was clearly unwise to attempt a second assassination in broad daylight, so he might as well go home and sleep.

...

The night passed peacefully. Su Mo took a cold shower as usual to suppress the giant down below.

He didn't know what was going on, but ever since he returned the night he killed Steward Wang, every night when he fell asleep, he had erotic dreams, and they were all the same.

It was still that alluring woman dressed in light gauze, leaning over to blow fragrant air into his ear, her slender hand stroking from the side of his face all the way to his philtrum...

Fortunately, his will was firm; he wasn't seduced by this enchantress's charm, maintaining his integrity.

However, he still had a "tent" every morning, which made him both proud and uncomfortable.

"I've stopped taking tonics, so why is it still like this?"

"Besides, I'm just a child who just turned ten!"

He couldn't help but suspect if the house was haunted, or if it was a slightly perverted female ghost.

Song Wen happened to get up and walk out to stretch, his face rosy. Seeing Su Mo looking distressed, he couldn't help but laugh:

"Yo, Gou Dan, what's wrong? Why the long face so early in the morning?"

When Su Mo was able to speak, he had asked Song Wen to change his name, but whenever the old man teased him, he always loved to call him Gou Dan on purpose.

"It's nothing... I just had a weird dream..."

"Grandpa, when you sleep at night, do you ever dream of a woman in red clothes?"

Song Wen was slightly stunned, a strange look flashing in his eyes as he looked Su Mo up and down.

"You child... what kind of messy dreams are you having?"

"You're only ten, talking about marriage..." Looking at Su Mo's body, which was more robust than an adult's, the second half of his sentence suddenly became hard to say.

Song Wen stroked his beard, lowered his head to ponder, and muttered to himself.

"Could it be... time to find a wife for Moer..."

Upon hearing this, Su Mo became anxious. He was still young and didn't want to enter the grave of marriage so early. He was a man who aspired to become the Immortal King!

"Wait! I just had a weird dream, that's all!"

Song Wen, however, continued to count on his fingers:

"The daughter of Li the blacksmith on East Street looks nice, but she's a bit young, only eight this year. The niece of Shopkeeper Wang from the fabric store in the West Market seems nice too, I think she's fourteen. Older is better, older people know how to take care of others..."

"Stop, stop!" Su Mo pressed Song Wen's hand and stuffed two ginseng slices into his mouth. "Grandpa! You must be hungry! I'm going out to buy breakfast!"

Su Mo dashed out the door, and just as he rushed out of the courtyard, he bumped into a squad of officers conducting a search.

The leading officer held up a portrait and was asking people one by one on the street; Su Mo happened to run into them.

Su Mo looked calm and prepared to bypass them, but he had only taken two steps when he heard a sharp shout.

"Stop!"

Su Mo paused, turned around slowly, and revealed a perfectly appropriate look of confusion on his face:

"Officer, are you calling me?"

The leading officer strode forward, narrowed his eyes to look him up and down, and then held up the portrait in his hand to compare.

"Arrest him!"

Two officers immediately stepped forward and grabbed Su Mo's arms, preparing to drag him to the prisoner transport wagon already prepared in the back, which contained quite a few terrified young men.

Su Mo feigned a look of panic:

"Officer! W-what did I do wrong?"

The officer sneered:

"Stop playing dumb! The Noble Consort was assassinated in her residence last night, and your build is similar to that assassin's. I think you are an accomplice to the assassin!"

"Take him away!"

Su Mo caught a glimpse; the portrait on the paper didn't even have facial features drawn, it could only be said to have the basic shape of a human. Damn it, as long as it's compared to a person, it could be considered to have a similar shape!

Exactly, with his skin color after transformation, as long as he didn't show his teeth at night, no one would ever discover him.

Wang Shilan must be prepared to throw caution to the wind; she'd rather kill a thousand innocents than let one go.

While pondering how to escape, Su Mo started howling at the top of his lungs:

"I'm innocent, Officer! This portrait doesn't even have a nose or eyes, and you say I look like it? Doesn't that mean everyone on the street looks like it?"

The surrounding commoners slowly gathered around, and quite a few who had eaten noodles at the noodle shop recognized Su Mo.

A middle-aged woman carrying a vegetable basket stood in the crowd and shouted:

"Officer, this young man is a worker at the noodle shop behind us. He works hard from dawn till dusk every day; how could he be an assassin!"

Butcher Zhang, who sold meat next to the noodle shop, also chimed in with a rough voice:

"That's right! This young man is a good person! Last time I ate noodles at his place, seeing I wasn't full, he even gave me an extra bowl."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and the officer's face grew increasingly ugly.

"Everyone shut up!"

The officer was annoyed and embarrassed, and suddenly drew his saber:

"You lowly commoners, if you dare to obstruct official business again, you will all be treated as accomplices!"

A flash of the blade scared the onlookers into retreating. Seeing this, the officer snorted coldly and turned to shove Su Mo into the prisoner wagon.

Just at this moment, a loud slapping sound reached Su Mo's ears.

"Slap!"

The officer was slapped so hard he spun three times, five bright red finger marks instantly swelling up on his face.