Not waiting for Wan Yunting to approach, Zi Qing, who was meditating, withdrew her cultivation with both hands, slowly exhaled a turbid breath, and opened her phoenix eyes with long eyelashes. She looked at the approaching Wan Yunting blankly and asked softly, "How is your injury? Do you need my help?"
Wan Yunting's face was still a bit pale, his injuries had not healed, but he was still capable of moving. He shook his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister Zi Qing. My injuries are not serious, and I will be fine after a few days of self-cultivation."
Zi Qing nodded slightly, her phoenix eyes shifted away from him to look at the grass on the ground, her expression blank and dull, as if she could fall into a trance at any moment. Wan Yunting sat cross-legged in front of her and said, "Senior Sister Zi Qing, last night's events were too coincidental, making me suspect you. However, the person who tried to kill me used Wudang Sect's techniques, so I still have to ask, do you really not know that murderer?"
Zi Qing raised her eyes slightly to look at him and said calmly, "I don't know. I'll have Lan Xin contact my Senior Brother later to ask. Perhaps he will know."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Xin came down carrying a peach wood sword and holding a mobile phone. Zi Qing asked her to call their Senior Brother Xian Yun. After several rings, the phone was answered by a man with a refined voice who asked, "Lan Xin, why is your master looking for me?"
"Uncle Master, it's like this..."
Lan Xin explained in detail to her Uncle Master Xian Yun what had happened last night and said, "Master asked me to ask you if you know that murderer?"
Inside a grand hall of the Wudang Sect, a thin man with long black hair tied in a Taoist bun, revealing his sharp and defined facial features, and a pair of thick eyebrows and large eyes, was a very handsome man.
Although over forty years old, he had a refined and steady temperament. The only thing that didn't fit this temperament was the modern mobile phone in his hand. He said, "I haven't seen his face, so how can I guess who it is? However, you said that the murderer used our Wudang Sect's Thirteen Swords of Shenmen. This indicates that this person was an inner disciple of our Wudang Sect. Tell your master to give me some time to investigate, and I will call you back later."
"Okay, Uncle Master, we'll wait for your news."
Lan Xin replied, and the other end grunted and hung up. Lan Xin looked at her master and Wan Yunting. "Master, Uncle Master needs to investigate and will tell us later."
Zi Qing nodded. Her naturally dazed phoenix eyes looked at Wan Yunting in front of her. Lan Xin made the phone call on speaker, so everyone could hear...
"Yun Ting..."
At this moment, Zhou Dong led Pang Yuan over. Wan Yunting got up to greet them. Pang Yuan looked at him with concern and asked, "I heard you were injured last night. Why didn't you go to the hospital for treatment?"
"I'm fine, just internal injuries. I can recover myself." Wan Yunting smiled and shook his head slightly.
Pang Yuan glanced at Zi Qing and Lan Xin sitting on the lawn. Zhou Dong had already informed him of last night's events. He said, "We checked the nearby surveillance. The murderer who attacked you last night took a taxi towards the suburbs. We tracked it all the way and finally found the taxi outside the suburbs this morning. The driver was killed!"
Wan Yunting's brow immediately furrowed. "So, the murderer disappeared."
Zhou Dong nodded and said, "The murderer was wearing a black mask. Although he didn't avoid the surveillance, we couldn't identify him based on his face or build. We also didn't find any traces left by him during the fight last night."
Wan Yunting nodded and said, "I don't care who the murderer is. I care about who is behind the attempt to kill me. I can't determine if it's Sima Boyong or the person behind the Qunlong drug trafficking group!"
Pang Yuan frowned and asked, "Didn't you analyze and suspect Sima Boyong more?"
Wan Yunting made a gesture, inviting Pang Yuan and Zhou Dong to sit down on the lounge chairs on the lawn. He then nodded and said, "It's just a suspicion, but not certain. After all, we don't know who the person behind the Qunlong drug trafficking group really is!"
Pang Yuan lit a cigarette and said, "During this period, the people in the capital have also been investigating. Through the deaths of Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang, they are following this clue. The person who killed them might be Ouyang Liqun of the Ouyang family!"
Wan Yunting's heart stirred, and he raised an eyebrow. "The deaths of Chen Guangyang and Fang Tai were definitely a cover-up by the person behind it. If we can investigate who killed them, we will be able to find out the real big boss behind the Qunlong drug trafficking group!"
"That's right. The police are already investigating Ouyang Liqun in secret!" Pang Yuan looked at him and said.
Wan Yunting nodded and said, "If it is indeed the Ouyang family, they have the ability to hire a martial artist at the Gang Jin realm to kill me!"
Although he couldn't find out through what channels the mysterious man last night was hired to kill him, families like the Ouyang family, one of the five great families in the capital, had the ability to hire such martial arts experts.
After all, those martial arts experts were not like those in martial arts novels or TV dramas, who could disregard money and benefits. That was just deceiving readers and audiences.
In the real martial world, most people who practiced martial arts did so to gain a better future. Therefore, under the influence of benefits, even the strongest martial arts experts could be hired.
In the end, those people were not immortals. Practitioners of martial arts needed money to eat, date, marry, and raise children. They were just mortals.
Pang Yuan said, "Don't underestimate our strict Chinese laws. In reality, there are many dark undercurrents hidden beneath the surface. Hiring assassins is actually a hidden killer. Those so-called martial arts sects should know more about it."
Whether in the past or present, the competition between various sects has been passed down to this day, cultivating generation after generation of martial arts masters. The strong could enter higher levels, while the weak either gave up martial arts and became ordinary people, or went astray and entered other dark paths.
In short, where there is light, there is darkness. No one can prevent this.
A moment later, Lan Xin's phone rang. It was Zi Qing's Senior Brother Xian Yun calling. He said, "Junior Sister, Senior Brother asked Junior Uncle Zuo and learned about those who went down the mountain and were expelled from the sect in the past few decades. One of them, named Duan Feilong, matches your description!"
"Duan Feilong?"
This statement caused Wan Yunting, Pang Yuan, Zhou Dong, and Niu Qiuling to come closer. Zi Qing sat cross-legged on the lawn and asked, "When and why was this person expelled from the sect?"
Senior Brother Xian Yun's tone was calm and unhurried. "This person was expelled from the sect by Senior Uncle Lin about twenty-seven years ago because he got into a fight and killed someone. The police in the lower mountains have been looking for him, and they have been searching for him for twenty-seven years, but they still haven't caught him."
"According to Junior Uncle Zhang, Duan Feilong was a rare martial arts prodigy of our Wudang Sect back then. He broke through to the martial arts Dan Jin realm at the age of twenty-five and had learned all sorts of peerless skills of our sect, including the superior martial art, the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen!"
"It's a pity that his personality was perverse. He punched and killed someone in the lower mountains without remorse and fled in fear of punishment, and his whereabouts are still unknown. I once heard that he killed a martial arts expert in Jinzhou, causing a great stir. If you suspect him, I think he might be that murderer. Of course, evidence is still needed."
Zi Qing nodded blankly and looked up at Wan Yunting and Pang Yuan. They had also heard what Senior Brother Xian Yun had said.
"Thank you, Uncle Master..."
After speaking, Lan Xin hung up the phone. Wan Yunting turned to Pang Yuan and said to Zhou Dong, "Find someone to contact and inquire about Duan Feilong's situation."
"Alright."
Zhou Dong nodded, took Wu Lei, and turned to leave.
Pang Yuan continued to chat with Wan Yunting, analyzing who might have hired a martial artist to assassinate him...
After chatting for over an hour, Pang Yuan got up and said, "Don't worry, Yun Ting. I'll tell you immediately if there's any news about the murderer. Stay in Hua Du City during this time and don't run around randomly."
But Wan Yunting shook his head slightly and said, "The National Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference is on the tenth of this month. I have to go."
Pang Yuan raised his eyebrows. There was a murderer trying to kill him last night. "Is it unavoidable?"
"Yes, it's very important, I have to go." Wan Yunting said.
Pang Yuan nodded and said, "Okay, if you go to the capital then, tell me in advance, and I'll apply for arrangements from the higher authorities."
Wan Yunting did not refuse. He turned to Niu Qiuling, who was standing beside him, and said, "You should go back with Bureau Chief Pang too. I'm fine."
"Let Qiuling stay with you."
After Pang Yuan finished speaking, he turned and left with the other police officers, but he still left a few police officers outside the villa to keep watch...
Niu Qiuling gave him a proud glance and walked unceremoniously into the villa, taking out the breakfast prepared by Huang Guilan from the dining room. Wan Yunting took a bowl of nutritious porridge cooked by Huang Guilan and said to Zi Qing, who was also drinking porridge beside him, "It seems I need to make a trip to your Wudang Sect when I have time!"
Zi Qing drank her porridge blankly and nodded. "That's what we should do."
Wan Yunting said, "Then..." kan Shu Wu. Xià
"Mr. Wan, your phone..."
At this moment, Huang Guilan came over with his phone. Wan Yunting stopped talking and nodded to Aunt Lan after taking the phone. Seeing that it was Gu Yuanbai's call, he answered with a smile and said, "Old Gu, have you eaten breakfast?"
"Yes, I just finished eating."
In a courtyard in the capital, Gu Yuanbai, wearing a thick cotton robe, sat in a room. Gu Shiren sat beside him. Since Gu Yuanbai was in the capital, he was staying at his home.