Chapter 183 - 167: Hiring Me to Kill Myself?

After he was done.

Li Chang’an destroyed the Underground Space, cast an Escape Technique, and sped far away.

About half an hour later.

He entered the Black Dragon Mountain Range, using the dense Demon Qi within to conceal his aura.

Then, he continued to inspect the Treasure in the Storage Pouch.

Every time he found a suspicious item, he would toss it deep underground, flee far away, and find a new location to continue his inspection.

He repeated this process more than ten times.

Li Chang’an finally finished inventorying the Treasure in the Huangliang Storage Pouch.

Finally.

He transferred all the Treasure into his own Storage Pouch and destroyed Huang Liang’s.

’This should be safe now.’

...

Meanwhile.

Murong Kang arrived in the valley, his expression grim.

He stared intently at the spot where Huang Liang had died.

’This damned waste... How did he get killed just like his junior brother?’

Murong Kang was filled with such rage that he wished he could resurrect Huang Liang just to kill the man himself!

For years,

he had pretended to be a good master, painstakingly nurturing the two of them.

It was all so that once their Cultivation was high enough, he could devour the Bloodline within them!

But now,

all of it had come to nothing!

"Who was it! Who the hell was it?!"

Unable to contain his fury, Murong Kang tilted his head back and roared at the heavens.

Just then,

a calm voice spoke.

"What has happened? Why have you lost your composure?"

Startled, Murong Kang quickly turned and bowed.

"Disciple greets Master!"

"There is no need for such ceremony."

The speaker was none other than Huang He Master.

With a placid expression, he sent out a wave of Spiritual Power to lift Murong Kang to his feet.

"Tell me, what is this all about?"

"Master, both of my disciples have been murdered, and the killer has yet to be found!"

"Oh?"

Huang He Master’s brow furrowed slightly.

He remembered Murong Kang’s two disciples.

One of them, named Huang Liang, bore a striking resemblance to a childhood friend of his. For that reason, he had specially granted him a Communication Treasure to call for help in times of danger.

And yet, Huang Liang was dead.

But he had received no message calling for aid.

’It must have been a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.’

Only a Foundation Establishment Cultivator could kill Huang Liang in an instant.

Leaving him no time to call for help.

At this thought,

a flicker of anger sparked within Huang He Master.

"A Foundation Establishment Cultivator preying on the weak, murdering a disciple of my Yellow Crane Mountain Lineage... This is unforgivable!"

"But Master, the person destroyed all traces."

Murong Kang said. He had already tried every method at his disposal, but all had failed.

He couldn’t find even a single clue.

Huang He Master surveyed the area, then shook his head. "No traces are needed. I will ask an old friend for help. His Divination Skill has reached Tier Three, which is more than enough to deduce who did this!"

...

At this moment.

Li Chang’an was still deep underground within the Black Dragon Mountain Range.

He planned to wait one more night. If the Divination showed no issues, he would then return to Yellow Crane Immortal City.

If he knew what Huang He Master was planning, he would have been astonished.

The Hundred Skills of Cultivation Immortality.

Reaching Tier Two was already incredibly difficult, let alone Tier Three.

And what’s more,

it was the notoriously difficult Divination Skill!

Unlike Skills such as making Talismans or Alchemy, this one consumed not only time, but life itself!

Only by sacrificing one’s lifespan could one obtain certain accurate Divinations.

For this very reason,

Cultivators who practiced the Divination Skill were often sallow-faced and gaunt, with a perpetually sickly appearance.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, it was Midnight.

The Divination appeared.

It showed a ’Neutral’ Divination, indicating no impending surprises.

’Looks like this matter is safely concluded.’

Li Chang’an breathed a sigh of relief.

He set off at once, returning to Yellow Crane Immortal City overnight to resume his Cultivation.

...

「Three days later.」

The night was deep.

Li Chang’an sat cross-legged, circulating his Cultivation Technique and absorbing Spiritual Power.

Just then, a new Divination materialized before his eyes.

[Divination Refreshed]

[Today’s Divination: Neutral]

[Huang He Master has invited a Tier Three Divination Master to deduce your identity. However, the Divination Master suffered a backlash during the attempt, was gravely injured, and dares not try again.]

’A Divination Master?’

Li Chang’an’s eyes flickered as he carefully read the content of the Divination.

He was genuinely surprised.

He had always been the one using Divinations against others.

But now...

a Divination Master was trying to come after him.

’A Tier Three Divination Master... that’s considered top-tier in the entire Zhao Country Cultivation Immortality Realm, isn’t it? This Skill is so difficult to cultivate; those who reach Tier Three are as rare as a phoenix’s feather.’

Li Chang’an mused.

’If I were just an ordinary Cultivator, this Tier Three master would most likely have figured me out.’

’But...’

’I have the daily Divinations.’

’The Tier of this thing is clearly higher than Tier Three. It has reached the legendary state of Divine Concealment, making it impossible to scry.’

’Both are forms of Divination.’

’But comparing that Tier Three master to my own Divinations is like comparing a firefly to the bright moon.’

’I don’t need to worry about this. I just need to focus on my Cultivation.’

A smile touched Li Chang’an’s lips as he resumed his Cultivation.

...

「The next day.」

「Around noon.」

As Li Chang’an was cultivating, he suddenly felt a strange sensation.

’Has the Tier Three master begun his scrying?’

He looked up toward Yellow Crane Mountain, deep in thought.

An instant later,

the sensation vanished as if it had never been there.

...

Meanwhile.

On Yellow Crane Mountain Peak, inside the main hall.

An old man in a gray robe suddenly went deathly pale and spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura plummeted, and his body fell backward, stiff as a board.

"Daoist Wang, what happened?"

Huang He Master rushed forward to support him.

The gray-robed old man opened his mouth as if to speak, but only coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood.

Then,

every time he tried to speak, the words turned to blood in his mouth. He couldn’t utter a single word!