Chapter 398

Chapter 398: The Killer Is an Honest Man

[This woman is so cunning!]

If she had left the city just now, he could have followed and killed her on the road. But because she insisted on staying inside the city, he couldn’t make a move.

He, Immortal Qing Feng, could kill one ordinary commoner, or even ten. But he could not kill hundreds or thousands for no reason.

She kept slipping into crowded places because she was sure he wouldn’t strike. And in truth, he really wouldn’t.

If she were just a normal Foundation Establishment Realm expert, he wouldn’t be so hesitant. He would simply lock her down with his coercive pressure, then take her head with his flying sword.

But she happens to be from the Heavenly Secret Sect. Earlier, she even used some unknown method to break his pressure. A Golden Core Realm expert’s killing strike, if it strays even a little, will harm the innocent-who knows how many commoners might die. He didn’t dare shoulder that kind of karmic consequence.

He said with a cold snort: “I’ll see how long you can keep hiding.”

Once a new emperor takes the throne, she will lose her backing. Ordinary people have rules that bind them. She is a minister, so she must obey the emperor. If the emperor orders her death, then if she doesn’t want to die, she can only rebel.

At that time, whether she storms out of the Capital City in anger or tries to raise a rebellion, he will have his chance. If someone dares to touch his people right in front of him, they’d better be ready to pay the price!

…

Yu Zhi Yi stepped into a room of the Prefect’s Manor. Only when the door shut and blocked the probing from outside did she dare to relax. Her heart was still pounding.

To offend a Golden Core Realm expert was truly courting death. If she hadn’t figured out the key point in that lightning-flash moment-and if she had panicked and fled the city-she might already be a corpse.

She was sure of one thing: she still wasn’t his match. [Too slow!] Her strength was still growing too slowly. Even though she could now refine thirty strands of merit-gold light in a single day-a very fast improvement-compared to Immortal Qing Feng, it was nothing. He could still kill her with ease. She had a strong feeling that even if she broke through to the Golden Core Realm, she still wouldn’t be his opponent.

Sitting at the table, Yu Zhi Yi tapped the tabletop, closed her eyes, and ran through every possible outcome of a head-on clash with him inside her mind.

She sat like that all night.

At dawn, only when she heard commoners starting their day outside did Yu Zhi Yi open the door. She planned to enter the palace.

She reached the threshold and froze, frowning as she blurted: “Why are you here?”

Du Zi Heng stood with his hands behind his back. Hearing the door open, he turned and smiled brightly, but that smile faltered when he saw from her face that she clearly wasn’t welcoming. In the next instant he forced his smile back and said gently: “Yi’er, I have something to tell you.”

Yu Zhi Yi shook her head: “I have nothing to say to you.”

She moved to pass him. Du Zi Heng reached out on instinct to catch her wrist, but how could she let him grab her? His fingers closed on empty sleeve, and his expression turned bitter. Knowing this wasn’t the time to brood, he hurried to say: “Yi’er, I have a way to solve your trouble.”

Yu Zhi Yi paused and looked back, curious-then noticed something wrong. His face… had changed. It looked a little like someone had taken his body, yet on a closer look, that wasn’t it. After studying him carefully, she understood.

Du Zi Heng had also been reborn.

She couldn’t help being curious. In both their past life and this life, he loved You Bing Yue to the bone. Even after rebirth he should have gone to her first. Why come to Yu Zhi Yi? And why say he would solve her problem? Was this just an excuse to see her and then plead for You Bing Yue?

It wasn’t impossible.

“Yi’er, please believe me, I truly mean no harm,” Du Zi Heng said anxiously, then added with a hopeful tilt of his head: “Let me come in first, alright?”

Yu Zhi Yi hesitated, then turned and led him inside. As a guest, he was shown to the sitting room. Though she rarely stayed at the Prefect’s Manor, people kept it in order, so tea and snacks were ready.

Du Zi Heng had no mind for tea or snacks. After Yu Zhi Yi waved the servant away, he finally spoke: “That Immortal Qing Feng is an elder of the Hidden Realm Grand Void Sect, and his father is the sect master of Grand Void Sect.”

Yu Zhi Yi went silent.

It was like thunder splitting the sky. One hidden Gao Clan scion wasn’t enough trouble; now here was the son of a Grand Void Sect sect master. How had one trip home left her with problems that grew bigger and bigger?

She had lived two lives and met many difficulties, but never one as thorny as today.

Thinking she was scared, Du Zi Heng said quickly: “Don’t panic, Yi’er. I’m not telling you this to frighten you. When I went traveling to study, I once saved Grand Void Sect’s supreme elder. She gave me a jade token as a keepsake. If you take this token to her and ask her to speak for you, this whole matter can be settled.”

Yu Zhi Yi eyed him in doubt: “You saved the supreme elder of Grand Void Sect?”

It wasn’t that she looked down on him, but even with memories of a past life, he was, across two lives, still just a mortal. A supreme elder of Grand Void Sect would at least be at Golden Core Peak. How could Du Zi Heng save someone like that?

Seeing her thoughts, Du Zi Heng said, a little embarrassed: “That supreme elder was badly wounded and very weak. I found medicine for her and sent a message on her behalf. She felt she owed me and left me this token. She said that whenever I needed help, I only had to crush it and she would appear.”

Yet that memory didn’t show on Du Zi Heng’s face, where traces of fate should be. Yu Zhi Yi suddenly thought of Ji Guang Dai. The young manor lord was rumored to have tangled with a female demonic cultivator later on, but when she read Ji Guang Dai’s face, she saw no sign of it. Now the same problem appeared on Du Zi Heng.

Did that mean people of the Mystic Sect had methods to change another’s face-fate? The Mystic Sect had many methods, and many could read faces. If every ordinary person she met had their future scrawled across their features, it would be trouble for both her and them.

But this wasn’t the time to chase that thought.

Du Zi Heng took out a jade token and said eagerly: “If we crush this, she’ll receive the message. I’ll call her now.”

Yu Zhi Yi reached out to stop him: “No need.”

His fingers refused to press down. He looked at her, puzzled and helpless: “Yi’er, I only want to help you.”

“No, Du Zi Heng. We have no relationship anymore; my business has nothing to do with you,” she said coolly, then added, clear and firm: “If you plan to use this to ask me to spare You Bing Yue, then let me tell you now: impossible.”

“She broke the law. I will not cover up a crime for personal feelings.”

Du Zi Heng blinked, a little lost: “You Bing Yue? What happened to her?”

Yu Zhi Yi stared: “?”