986: Killer on the Move

Yunyong Academy.

Du Xingchen sat in the pavilion, feeling the breeze from the lake, and looked at the chat box in front of him.

"Golden, it will ensure your status in the eyes of the Divine Hall's higher-ups skyrockets!"

The one conveying this message was the 'prophecy diary'.

After communicating with the prophecy diary, Du Xingchen understood that Mu Qianjun had now obtained the 'Divine Disciple Inheritance'.

The Divine Disciple Inheritance bestowed upon Mu Qianjun by the prophecy diary would not have any negative impact on himself.

On the contrary, it could help him emit golden light when he accepted the inheritance!

The Divine Disciple Inheritance light orb, this thing also had the function of testing a person's talent.

Usually, the Divine Hall Divine Disciple Elder would determine the resources to be invested in this person in the future based on the talent tested this way!

Emitting golden light represented the highest talent, at least a seedling for a Peak Supreme!

The prophecy diary's action was equivalent to instantly putting himself in the eyes of the Divine Hall's true higher-ups!

This also meant that he would definitely receive extremely abundant resources and treatment!

At that time, when facing the Goddess, he wouldn't need to swallow his anger like he did now.

Thinking about it this way, this transaction with the prophecy diary was quite profitable.

But the agreed-upon price, he also had to pay as soon as possible.

Not including the Treasure Hunting Plate, just looking at the little he had on him now, he probably couldn't even gather one unit of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Unless he went back to Jiangshan City.

Calculating the money exchanged for those hostages, the resources that could be exchanged were definitely no less than fifteen units, perhaps even more!

...

On the other side of the School.

The protagonist Moyun, along with Dean Eboer and the Instructor, were all tightly wrapped from head to toe!

Under this attire, no one could see their faces or recognize their identities!

"Where should we look for an assassin organization?" Moyun looked at the two people in the Academy who firmly stood by him, feeling a sense of comfort in his heart.

What use is it for that guy Du Xingchen to win over teammates? The ones who make the rules are powerhouses like the Dean. With them on my side, what makes you think you can fight me?!

"We can't look for an assassin organization for this matter, the risk of exposure is too high. It's best to find an individual." Dean Eboer considered many things and immediately gave an answer.

"Compared to an assassin organization, an individual can better conceal our existence."

"An individual? Would someone at least at the late Grand Sage Master level help us?" Moyun said with some uncertainty.

"If the price is right, it's not a problem. Moreover, the Dean happens to know someone like that!" The Instructor added from the side.

This made Moyun nod in understanding.

Not long after.

After the three left the Academy, they went straight to a street and alley with few people.

After walking and stopping for the time it takes for a few sticks of incense to burn, Eboer stopped outside an ordinary residential courtyard.

"Knock knock~"

He knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet alley. The insects and ants in the corner of the wall were startled and crawled into the cracks.

"Creak~" A little lime fell, and the wooden door opened.

Inside the door, an Old man holding a wine pot, with messy hair and a sloppy appearance, opened his sleepy eyes and looked them over.

"Oh, rare guests." The Old man chuckled and shrugged, tilted his head back and took a swig of strong wine. He seemed to know Eboer.

"Drunken Swordsaint, we want to hire you to kill someone." Eboer, who was leading, said slowly.

When this voice fell, the White-Haired Old Man called Drunken Swordsaint didn't show much emotional fluctuation: "Who?"

"Du Xingchen."

"Du Xingchen?!" Hearing this name, Drunken Swordsaint's tone suddenly rose quite a bit: "Eboer, you've raised these Students for so many years, and now you want me to kill them for you?"

As soon as the Old man holding the wine pot said this, it showed that he knew Eboer.

It was even very likely that he knew that batch of Students!

"Will you kill him or not?"

"No, that's the Child you raised. If I kill him, what if you regret it later and come looking for trouble?"

"Stop beating around the bush, tell me your requirements."

"Gotta add money."

"Deal." Eboer said expressionlessly, then added: "Just like back then, maintain your style, don't reveal any information about me. We'll discuss the specific actions later."

"Got it, got it." Drunken Swordsaint smiled and waved his hand, his gaze inadvertently falling on Moyun among the three.

After the simple exchange ended, the three left the alley.

"Dean, isn't that guy the Drunken Swordsaint who has been wanted by the Divine Hall for ten years?!" As they walked, Moyun couldn't help but ask.

Although it was a question, it already carried a hint of certainty.

Eboer nodded silently.

"The reason Drunken Swordsaint was wanted, I heard, was because ten years ago he released the Sword Demon sealed by the Sword Sect, causing widespread suffering throughout the Sword Sect, and even the Towns below the Sword Sect were drenched in blood. I didn't expect this guy who caused that tragedy to still be alive."

There wasn't much emotion in Moyun's voice, just a hint of unexpected recollection.

If he remembered correctly, Liangcai Sword seemed to be an orphan from the Sword Sect.

Facing Moyun's words, the Instructor added from the side: "This Drunken Swordsaint is a lunatic; he'll do anything for money. He also possesses Peak Grand Sage Master strength. If we're killing Du Xingchen, he is indeed the most suitable knife!"

"President Grandpa, how did you know him before?" Moyun then became quite curious about how Drunken Swordsaint and the Dean knew each other.

In the interaction just now, Drunken Swordsaint's attitude towards Eboer clearly had a foundation laid by a certain amount of communication.

"I knew him before he released the Sword Demon." As Eboer's eyes flickered, he glanced at Moyun: "Back then, we roamed the outside world together and still had some affection."

"However, after he caused that incident at the Sword Sect, I never actively contacted him again."

As for how much credibility this explanation had, only Eboer and the Instructor knew.

...

...

In the evening.

Du Xingchen and his teammates finished work under the golden sunset. On their way back, they 'coincidentally' met Eboer and the Instructor.

"You're all here." Eboer looked at these people, his tone no longer as gloomy as before.

"Greetings, Dean." Wen Xiucheng and others respectfully greeted the Dean.

No matter what, currently, besides favoring Moyun, Eboer hadn't done anything else out of line.

From Wen Xiucheng and their perspective, he was still someone worthy of respect.

Of course, that respect was also considerably weakened due to the current conflict between them.

"Dean Qiushan Academy of Mao City and I need to discuss matters regarding the Soul Card Master College Entrance Examination recently, so I have to go out for two or three days. During these few days, Instructor Mo will manage you." Eboer announced calmly.

"What about Moyun? Are you not planning to handle the issue between us and Moyun, Dean?" Wen Xiucheng brought up the topic again.

In response, Eboer took a deep breath: "This matter is not minor; it concerns your entire team. I cannot make a decision in a short time."

"Give me a little more time. When I return from Qiushan Academy, I will give everyone a satisfactory solution."

Eboer's voice was still rational.

Now the solution was already underway; his actions at the moment were just one part of the plan.

After the 'coincidence', they said goodbye.

Eboer left reasonably under everyone's gaze.

Only Du Xingchen, upon seeing this scene, knew the other party's purpose as clearly as a mirror.

This guy had already started creating an alibi!

Separating from his classmates, Du Xingchen returned to his room alone.

If it were before, he wasn't sure if Eboer would make up his mind to act against him.

By now, he was certain, absolutely certain!

The other party had already completed the setup and had already started acting!

Thinking of this, Du Xingchen, feeling a slight sense of urgency, took out the golden communication talisman from his person.

This was the communication talisman Mu Qianjun had given him.

Since Mu Qianjun had now obtained the 'Divine Disciple Inheritance', he could ask him to hurry over as soon as possible!

With Mu Qianjun's support, his safety would be guaranteed like never before!

'I'm in danger, come quickly!'

After sending the brief message, Du Xingchen put away the communication talisman.

Then he summoned a Saint Master expert he had brought from Jiangshan City.

"Go to the Lord of Shield Citadel and report to the authorities, say someone is planning to commit murder publicly, and ask them to send more experts to stake out the Academy!"

...

That night.

The bright moon hung high, and the earth was covered by a veil of white.

In this ordinary City of Shield City, it was still as bustling as usual.

Outside Yunyong Academy, in this remote corner.

An Old man staggered towards the Academy, tilting his head back and pouring wine into his mouth as he walked.

That state, as if he could fall and die in his sleep at any moment, caused many people to look from afar, not daring to approach.

"Go away, go away, this is the Academy. If you're begging, go somewhere else." When the Old man arrived at the Academy gate, the doorkeeper frowned and shouted at the newcomer.

Hearing this, the Old man lifted his sleepy eyelids, his unfocused pupils landing on the staff member in front of him.

As his yellow teeth showed, he grinned and said with a laugh: "Eboer told me to maintain my usual style of doing things. Do you know what my style of doing things is like?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The doorkeeper frowned and stepped forward, planning to take the Old man aside.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, with a muffled sound of flesh and blood shattering, a bright red arm directly pierced through the staff member's chest, penetrating from the back!

The splashing flesh and blood stained the ground dark red. The large guard dog, upon seeing this terrifying scene, tucked its tail and retreated into the house.

Looking at the person in front of him whose eyes were bulging and whose face was trembling violently, Drunken Swordsaint casually flicked his hand.

The Academy gate in front was forcefully smashed open by the corpse of the doorkeeper!

At this moment, everyone who noticed this side looked at the dead doorkeeper and the collapsed, shattered gate, almost suffocating.

Screams rose from all directions, and gazes of fear gathered in bundles!

"Du Xingchen! Come out and die for this Old man! The Divine Hall has oppressed this Old man for ten years! Forcing this Old man to live like a rat in the sewers for ten years. This time, this Old man swears to tear apart you, this detestable Divine Hall undercover agent!"

Drunken Swordsaint's voice, hoarse and filled with madness, swept out like a tsunami!

These words were, of course, reasons fabricated by Drunken Swordsaint on the spot.

Any proactively instigated killing must have a just cause to be carried out properly.

To help Dean Eboer cover up, Drunken Swordsaint naturally also knew how to operate.