103: This is life.

"But Lonely Goose indeed died at the Tang Clan. Even if it wasn't the Tang Clan's people who killed him, they cannot escape responsibility," Shen Lang said coldly.

"Since that's the case, we two old fogies will personally make a trip to ask clearly. If it truly was Lonely Goose's fault, we will have nothing to say."

"We won't involve the innocent; just hand over the killer."

"If Lonely Goose was not at fault, then not only must they hand over the murderer, but the Tang Clan must also provide an explanation," Zhu Qiqi said coldly.

"Mhm. However, I can go by myself for this matter. You're not feeling well, so stay behind," Shen Lang said.

"No, I'm going with you."

"As husband and wife, we have never been apart. We weren't before, and we won't be in the future," Zhu Qiqi said.

"Since that's the case, then let us, as husband and wife, re-enter the Jianghu once more," Shen Lang said, taking a deep breath.

"Mhm. I also want to see if people have forgotten us because we haven't moved about the Jianghu for too long," Zhu Qiqi said coldly.

Back then, her father was known as the God of Wealth, and she was the pearl of the Zhu Family.

Although they were merchants, no one in the Jianghu dared to touch her, Zhu Qiqi.

She hadn't expected that after retiring from the Jianghu with her husband, the people of the Jianghu would gradually forget them, even daring to kill their grandson.

At Fulong Valley, Shen Lang and Zhu Qiqi looked at Shen Guyan's corpse, their expressions turning dark and uncertain.

"Brother Lang, can you tell what Move Lonely Goose died from?" Zhu Qiqi asked with a frown.

"It's not clear yet. There is no trace of Internal Energy left in Lonely Goose's body. Furthermore, look, his skin has sagged significantly."

"This situation is inconsistent with his age. There must be something wrong," Shen Lang said, frowning.

"No Internal Energy left? Impossible. Lonely Goose was already a Grandmaster-level Master. How could there be no Internal Energy at all?"

"Moreover, this skin sagging is like that of a sixty or seventy-year-old man. This is very wrong," Zhu Qiqi frowned.

"This actually reminds me of a certain martial art," Shen Lang said, frowning.

"What martial art?" Zhu Qiqi asked.

"In the Martial World, it's the Cultivation Technique of Ren Woxing, the leader of the Sun Moon Holy Cult: the Star Sucking Great Technique."

"It can not only absorb Internal Energy, but at its highest Realm, it can even suck away flesh and blood," Shen Lang said.

"If you put it that way, the Star Constellation Sect's Skill for Dissolving Internal Energy also has such an effect!" Zhu Qiqi said.

"The Skill for Dissolving Internal Energy can only dissolve Internal Energy, but it cannot cause the skin to age," Shen Lang shook his head.

"Could it be that only the Star Sucking Great Technique can do this?" Zhu Qiqi asked, frowning.

"Perhaps there are others, but I haven't heard of them."

"Furthermore, this matter is strange. Since when did the Tang Clan have dealings with the Sun Moon Holy Cult?" Shen Lang said, frowning.

"Since we can't figure it out, we'll just go to the Tang Clan and ask Tang Lingfeng directly," Zhu Qiqi said.

"Mhm. Let's first place Lonely Goose's corpse in the ice cellar and bury him properly after we return from seeking revenge," Shen Lang said, taking a deep breath.

"Alright, let's set off immediately!"

Immediately, Shen Lang took Zhu Qiqi and set off for the Tang Clan in Shu, vowing to avenge their grandson.

At this time, the culprit, Duan Zhengchun, was lazily lying on a rocking chair, basking in the sun.

This life was incredibly comfortable.

Duan Zhengchun had also obtained new skills: the Nine Yin Manual and the Creation Spirit Fusion Art.

Now, with the boost from the Nine Yin Manual and the Creation Spirit Fusion Art, his strength had reached the Grandmaster Peak Realm.

The effect of the Creation Spirit Fusion Art actually fused all the Cultivation Techniques he had Cultivated together, while still retaining their unique characteristics.

It had to be said that products from the System were always of the highest quality.

Host: Duan Zhengchun.

Age: Twenty.

Strength: Grandmaster Peak.

Special Physique: Strongest Sacred Body, Good Luck Comes.

Martial Arts: Creation Spirit Fusion Art. (As the techniques have been fused, other previously obtained techniques will no longer be listed.)

Medicinal Pills: One bottle of dà huán dān, one bottle of marrow cleansing pill, one bottle of youth preserving pill.

Special Items: yin yang sacred fire token, balenciaga, heavenly demon zither.

After the Fusion of the techniques, the information was much simpler.

It was no longer densely packed like before, requiring a long time to read.

"Ah... so comfortable. This kind of life is truly great," Duan Zhengchun stretched lazily.

"Husband, when are we leaving? Hasn't the problem here been resolved?" A Li asked curiously.

"There's still one problem left. We'll leave after it's resolved," Duan Zhengchun said with his eyes closed.

"There's still a problem? What problem?" A Li asked in confusion.

"Sister A Li, what Husband is referring to is naturally the matter of Shen Guyan."

"He was the grandson of the Great Hero Shen Lang. Dying here, regardless of the reason, the Shen Family will definitely come to demand an explanation."

"Husband is staying behind to resolve this matter."

"Husband is doing this because he doesn't want to involve the Tang Clan," Xiao Zhao explained with a smile.

"Oh... so that's how it is. Then we'll just wait a few days," A Li nodded.

"If you girls are bored, have Little Lan take you out shopping. Buy whatever you want."

"I won't go; I'll just stay here and bask in the sun," Duan Zhengchun said with his eyes closed.

"Alright then, we're going shopping. It's boring just staying here anyway," A Li nodded and said.

"Go ahead, Sister A Li. I won't go. Just bring me a tanghulu when you come back," Xiao Zhao said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll definitely bring one back for you," A Li said with a smile.

A Li and the others left, leaving only Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui behind to attend to Duan Zhengchun.

"Why didn't you two go?" Duan Zhengchun asked with his eyes closed.

"I don't like shopping; I just want to stay by Husband's side," Xiao Zhao said with a smile.

"I don't want to go either; it's not very interesting," Yang Buhui said.

"If you don't want to go, then don't. If you have nothing to do, you can also lie down and rest."

"Stealing half a day of leisure from a busy life... life shouldn't be too tense. When it's time to relax, you should relax. This is life," Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

"Heehee... I think so too. I'll go fetch them now," Xiao Zhao said with a smile.

Soon, Xiao Zhao brought over two more rocking chairs. Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao lay down on either side of Duan Zhengchun, stretching comfortably and leisurely.

Duan Zhengchun was enjoying his sunbath with his eyes closed.

At this moment, at the gate of Yixing City, a luxurious carriage entered.

The driver of the carriage was an old man over seventy years old.

Sitting inside the carriage were four elderly people—three men and one woman.

They were the Shen Lang couple, along with Wang Lianhua and Pandaer, who had rushed over from Fulong Valley.

Wang Lianhua and Pandaer were both life-and-death brothers of Shen Lang, and they had come along after hearing about the matter.