Keyboard Immortal

nd needs a lot of time and energy to properly digest.

The key was that this person’s cultivation had the resentment, killing intent, and other negative attributes of his victims mixed in.
It would only do more harm than good for tempering Zu An’s soul.

But he couldn't be bothered with all of that right now.
The little creatures he had set around him as guards had already detected a group of people approaching quickly.
As such, he grabbed Thick-Browed Daoist’s corpse and left.

…

Soon after Zu An left, a group of men arrived at the scene of the crime.
The most eye-catching feature of the middle-aged man at the very front were his triangular eyes, identical to Sun Ji’s.
It was obvious that they were related.

His eyes flickered a bit.
They appeared to always be scheming something.
He had seen the scene even from far away.
Alarmed, he had immediately leapt over.

“Ji’er!” His howl of grief and anger tore through the entire forest.

His subordinates rushed over one after another.
They were all horrified when they saw the scene.
How many years had it been since someone dared to challenge their master? Furthermore, they had killed Minister Sun’s son! This was a grudge that wouldn’t end until one side was completely wiped out!

Those investigating the scene reported, “Minister, Sir Yang left behind some clues before he died.”

The middle-aged man with the triangular eyes was naturally Xiang Minister Sun Xun.
He walked over to Yang Long’s side and looked at the number 333 written on the ground.
He glowered as he exclaimed, “What is the meaning of this?”

“It might be a guest number from the Hub of Freedom.
The young master had just left the Hub of Freedom.” There were sharp individuals among the subordinates, and one of them quickly provided his analysis.

Sun Xun’s expression was icy.
“Go! We’re heading to the Hub of Freedom!”

Even though the location of the Hub of Freedom was mysterious, that was only for ordinary guests.
He was someone with real authority in Yi Commandery, so how could he not know where the Hub of Freedom was?

It was just that his relationship with the Hub of Freedom’s management was quite good, and they had given the higher ups quite a sum.
That was why the higher ups just turned a blind eye to everything.
But now that his son had been killed, how could he possibly hold back his anger?

…

Meanwhile, Zu An returned to his room.
Daji was still on guard under her covers, but that ended when she saw him.
When he saw that, Zu An couldn't help but remark with a sigh of admiration, “Do you really not have a soul?”

Unfortunately, the other party was still like a machine, staring calmly at him without responding in the slightest.

Zu An was completely helpless.
He could only take out the pouch he had gotten from Thick-Browed Daoist.
As for the corpse itself, he had already dealt with it on the way back.
This was an age of cultivators, so any random use of the ice or fire element was enough to destroy any bit of evidence.

Zu An sighed in relief when he saw the jade pendant.
He now had some hope for big sis empress’ Milk of Purple Frost.

He held the jade pendant in the center of his palm.
Its patterns were quite strange, as if it were some kind of abstract map.
But if it was a map, with the Hub of Freedom’s resources, why hadn’t they uncovered anything? He couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it.
He put the jade pendant away and looked over the other things.

“Oh, the Immortal Beheading Knife!” he exclaimed.
It was an unexpected surprise.
Sun Ji had purchased the Immortal Beheading Knife previously, and Thick-Browed Daoist had seized it, but it had ultimately ended up in Zu An’s hands.
He now had five of them in total.
He wondered what kind of miraculous effects there would be if he pieced together nine of them.

He then continued to look through the pouch, but he didn’t find what he was looking for.
He couldn't help but curse.
“These two don’t even have a single tael of silver added together? Just how freaking poor are you guys?!”

Back in the capital, he hadn’t felt any financial pressure, as most essential expenses, as well as even cultivation resources, had been covered by the court.
The money he had saved up from Brightmoon City even made him feel rich.

But only after that auction experience did he realize how poor he was.
The road of cultivation was a bottomless pit…

Soon afterward, however, he realized that Sun Ji had spent everything to buy the Immortal Beheading Knife and the pendant containing the clue about the Milk of Purple Frost.
It only made sense that he had nothing left.

An independent cultivator like Thick-Browed Daoist was used to killing for money.
Even if he had any money, he would have already converted it into resources to be used.
He had probably already used up all of the cash he had during the trip to the Hub of Freedom, and gone over just to scout out fat sheep for slaughter.

“Why am I so unlucky…” Zu An muttered.
He only found some pills, weapons and other stuff that was pretty valuable in the world of warriors.
But for someone like him who was from the empire’s Imperial Palace, he really didn’t care much about such trifling toys.

“Hm? What is this?” He suddenly discovered a yellowed booklet.
It gave off an ancient feeling.

“Face of a Thousand Identities?” When he saw the words on the booklet, Zu An immediately knew that it was an extraordinary item.
If the paper material was that old, it should have turned to dust at his touch; and yet, when he touched it, it didn’t feel like paper.
Instead, it felt like a special material that was unaffected by water or fire.