Chapter 348

Chapter 348: Thirty-eighth Generation Successor of the Lightfinger Sect
Yu Zhao sighed inwardly at how Si Tu Jian Nan, at his age, was actually less smooth and tactful than Si Tu Yu.

But when she thought about the usual style of the Si Tu Clan, she did not feel surprised.

Back when she first met Si Tu Xuan, he had also looked like a proud, unruly genius who refused to bow his head.

Yu Zhao told Si Tu Yu to take the Si Tu Clan people away, because she wanted to interrogate the prisoner alone.

The Si Tu Clan people left very unwillingly. Yu Zhao raised a brow and asked the black robed young woman: “Speak. Who are you? Why did you come here?”

The black robed young woman kept her mouth shut. She closed her eyes and looked completely uncooperative.

Yu Zhao let out a soft laugh and said: “You already heard it just now. The Si Tu Clan people have all kinds of thoughts about you. If you really refuse to talk, I can only hand you over to them.”

The young woman’s lashes trembled, and she still clenched her teeth. Her expression was no longer as calm as before.

Seeing she was still stubborn, Yu Zhao simply raised one finger and tapped the space between the young woman’s brows.

Boom.

Long Fei Fei only felt darkness fall over her eyes.

In the next moment, she fell into a boundless nightmare.

The feeling was terrifying.

Her mind wanted to escape, but her body was locked in place by an invisible force. She could not break free.

She clearly knew she was trapped deep in darkness, yet she could do nothing about it. Despair rose up in her heart.

Suddenly, a white light flashed past.

It shattered the shackles.

She jolted awake. When she fully came back to herself and looked at Yu Zhao again, there was now an indescribable fear and dread in her eyes.

“You are Yu Zhao?”

Long Fei Fei’s words sounded like a question, but her tone was firm and sure.

Among young Nascent Soul cultivators, the only one who could use Illusion Art to such a masterful level was Yu Zhao of the Five Elements Dao Sect.

Yu Zhao said calmly: “Before you ask someone else’s name, report your own first.”

“Long Fei Fei.” Long Fei Fei lifted her chin and said: “Thirty-eighth Generation Successor of the Lightfinger Sect.”

Long Fei Fei?

Yu Zhao’s eyes flashed.

No wonder she had felt a vague sense of familiarity as soon as she saw Long Fei Fei. In her last life, they had already been tied together by fate.

To be exact, the tie was between Long Fei Fei and Fang Cheng Lang.

In that past life, the Heir of the Lightfinger Sect, the Number One Divine Thief of the cultivation world, Long Fei Fei, fell in love at first sight with Fang Cheng Lang, the Senior Brother of Lone Moon Peak who was out on training. Very quickly, she started chasing him with fierce passion.

Her way of pursuing him was to steal treasures from nearby sects and use them to win her beloved’s favor.

At first, Fang Cheng Lang did not know where those treasures came from, and he did not intend to accept them. But he could not withstand Long Fei Fei’s warm and direct advances.

After several failed attempts to refuse, he finally decided on his own to accept them. Later, for the sake of courtesy, he also returned the favor and gave Long Fei Fei gifts.

Back and forth, the two of them grew closer and closer.

But right when they were about to tear through the last thin layer and confess their feelings, Long Fei Fei’s identity as a thief was exposed. The sects she had stolen from came looking for her to demand an explanation, and only then did Fang Cheng Lang realize that the gifts he had accepted were stolen goods.

What made it even more embarrassing was that he had given a few of those treasures to Ye Cong Xin, and Ye Cong Xin had already bound them, so they could not be taken back.

The robbed sects came to him to demand those treasures, while Long Fei Fei kept questioning him about why he had given away the gifts she had stolen for him. Fang Cheng Lang was stuck between both sides.

In the end, with Ye Cong Xin’s help, he used other treasures to compensate the robbed sects and decisively cut things off with Long Fei Fei.

Not long after that, Long Fei Fei died in an accident.

Rumor in the outside world said that the last person she met before she died was Yu Zhao.

At that time, Yu Zhao had already been kicked out of the Five Elements Dao Sect. She had gone through many brushes with death and, with great difficulty, broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

It was not impossible that Long Fei Fei had died by Yu Zhao’s hand.

On the surface, Fang Cheng Lang spoke to Long Fei Fei in a cold and harsh way. But deep inside, he had long fallen deeply in love with her.

When he heard the news of Long Fei Fei’s death, he was both shocked and furious and fainted for three whole days.

The first thing he did when he woke up was draw his sword and rush out to hunt down Yu Zhao.

Later, even when someone proved that Yu Zhao had been fleeing in another place at that time and had never gone near where Long Fei Fei died, Fang Cheng Lang, who had nowhere to vent his anger, still put this debt on Yu Zhao’s head.

Because of this, Yu Zhao had to carry yet another ugly reputation.

As another victim in that past life, Yu Zhao had never thought she would meet Long Fei Fei so early this time.

This Heir of the Lightfinger Sect really did steal wherever she went.

Yu Zhao looked at her and asked: “Why are you following me?”

“Who said I followed you! Do you have proof?” Long Fei Fei argued.

Yu Zhao pretended to move her fingers. Long Fei Fei thought of the nightmare she had just experienced and quickly yelled: “I’ll tell the truth! Don’t tap me again!”

“Speak,” Yu Zhao said.

“I, Long Fei Fei, like to finish what I start. The sacred relic of the Si Tu family is a treasure I spent three whole years scouting before I finally took it. If I don’t take it away and leave a copy as a keepsake, I won’t be willing.”

“The Lightfinger Sect has a tradition. If the stolen item is extremely valuable and its background is huge, we leave behind a replica as a memento, then secretly return the original to its owner so we cause less trouble.”

Long Fei Fei knew the Si Tu Clan was not someone she could afford to provoke. From the start, she had never planned to steal the holy relic and then disappear forever.

Her plan was to steal the relic, make a copy, play with it for a while, and then quietly return it to the Si Tu Clan without anyone knowing.

Even if the Si Tu Clan got angry, they would not spread that kind of thing around.

Sadly, she misjudged the Si Tu Clan’s strength. In order to draw away the people chasing her, she had no choice but to hand the relic over to Yu Zhao for a while and go hide on her own.

She did not go very far. She planned to wait for a chance on the way and steal it back.

But later, the two forces she had deliberately drawn together actually started acting as one group, leaving her no chance to make a move. So she followed them all the way to the Desert of Lost Souls.

Long Fei Fei said, still unconvinced: “If I hadn’t been unlucky and run into a sandstorm halfway, you would never have caught me.”

Yu Zhao smiled faintly and said: “Do you really think I only found you after the sandstorm ended?”

Long Fei Fei was just about to say, “Isn’t that what happened,” when she suddenly remembered that Yu Zhao had not probed at all earlier, but had looked straight at the spot where she was hiding.

That had not been a coincidence. It felt more like something planned in advance.

“How did you find me?” she asked.

To become a divine thief, having strong stealing skills was not enough. Escaping and hiding were also skills she had to master.

It was thanks to her exquisite Concealment spell that Long Fei Fei had been able to escape unharmed again and again from all those hunts.

Yet Yu Zhao had discovered her so easily. Had she shown a flaw while hiding, or were Yu Zhao’s eyes really that sharp?

Yu Zhao only smiled.

Back when Long Fei Fei had been luring trouble away, Yu Zhao had already guessed what might happen and secretly left her own special Hidden Scent Mark on Long Fei Fei.

The scent of this mark was very unique. Yu Zhao had blended it herself based on her own habits, and ordinary people could hardly notice it.

Once this incense blend came close to the incense blend that naturally lingered on Yu Zhao herself, the two scents would join and turn into an even stronger smell that pointed the way for Yu Zhao.

Not long after she entered the Desert of Lost Souls, Yu Zhao had sensed that Long Fei Fei had entered the desert too.

But catching a divine thief who was good at hiding, in the middle of a desert, was not an easy thing. So Yu Zhao had never planned to go and catch her right away.

It was only that people plan but heaven decides. The sudden sandstorm gave Yu Zhao a huge helping hand.

Long Fei Fei shouted: “What are you laughing at! I didn’t lose to you, I lost to the damned weather in your Desert of Lost Souls! Don’t think you’re so amazing! If you really think you can beat me, we should compete fairly!”