He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 108 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 31)

A knock sounded on the door, and Wen Yan quickly helped Mo Zhu to press against the door, her right hand gripping the hilt of her sword.

"Is no one here? But I clearly saw him go in."

The sweet female voice still lingered outside the door.

Wen Yan felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Until she pushed open the door, her snow-white dress resembled a white lotus blooming atop a snow-capped mountain—that was—

Bai Lingling!

Bai Lingling froze for a moment, a scream welling up in her throat, but the next second her mouth was covered.

"Say it again and I'll kill you."

The cold, sharp female voice terrified her, and she nodded, her body trembling.

Bai Lingling had no doubt about her words.

Nonsense, the ground is littered with bits of flesh, bright red blood, and the stench is so strong it makes you want to vomit...

She'll probably be mixed in with them in the next second.

Bai Lingling swallowed hard, her eyes brimming with tears.

With a swift chop, Wen Yan knocked her unconscious, her limp body collapsing into a pool of blood.

We need to get Mo Zhu away from here quickly while no one is around.

She helped Mo Zhu up again and moved laboriously toward the door. Suddenly, she caught sight of Bai Lingling blocking her way, and her eyes lit up.

She has a good idea.

Wen Yan summoned the killing eagle, helped Mo Zhu lie on its back, rummaged through the bracelet, took out a sword, returned to Bai Lingling, and stuffed it into her hand.

Something still feels off.

She stirred the sword in the blood, then placed it in her hand with satisfaction.

After finishing everything, Wen Yan frowned again, feeling that something was still missing.

The method of murder and the murder weapon are both available.

What's missing?

Oh right, we're still missing the motive for the murder...

Speaking of her motives, she smiled and looked at Xiao Yilin, who was lying on the verge of death in the corner.

A quarter of an hour later.

Xiao Yilin held Bai Lingling in her left hand and a sword in her right. The two of them were stacked together, a touching scene of sharing weal and woe.

Wen Yan finally nodded in satisfaction.

Right, that is it.

The sect leader of the Immortal Sword Sect was furious and tried to save his beloved disciple, but the elder of the Demon Palace desperately blocked him. As a result, he was finely chopped into minced meat and scattered all over the ground. The sect leader also fainted hand in hand with his beloved disciple due to exhaustion.

The cause, process, and outcome of the matter are clear at a glance.

Wen solved the case anonymously, flew onto the back of an eagle, and departed with dignity.

*

Three months later, at the No. 1 teahouse in the capital of the Celestial Empire.

"Hey, have you heard? The Demon Palace has clashed with several major sects."

A man in black took a swig of his drink and spoke without any hesitation.

Another man in blue robes sighed, "Sigh, who doesn't know? Look at Kyoto these days, it's bustling with people like never before, all coming to seek refuge."

"And also," the man in the blue robe leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "according to rumors, the root of this conflict is a woman."

Hey!

Those who were eavesdropping in the teahouse were caught off guard by this sudden bombshell.

Listen carefully again.

"It's said that the Demon Lord fell in love with a female disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect. Taking advantage of her amnesia, he brought her back to the Demon Palace and consummated their relationship. During their time together, the female disciple unknowingly fell in love with him. It should have been a beautiful story, but who knew—"

The man in the blue robe fell silent, narrowed his eyes, took a sip of wine, tossed two peanuts into his mouth, and leisurely watched the anxious crowd scratching their heads.

“Hey, Brother Gao, there’s no reason to only tell half the story.”

"Yeah yeah."

The eavesdropping crowd joined in the commotion.

The man in black slammed his hand on the table and said magnanimously, "Alright, I'll take the liberty of serving Brother Gao two jugs of the finest Tusu wine. It's on me! Please continue, Brother Gao, don't keep us hanging."

"Yeah yeah."

Brother Gao spoke slowly and deliberately, raising his voice a few decibels: "Since that's the case, then I, Gao, will continue. Who knew that this female disciple was none other than the beloved disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect Master?"

“This beloved disciple was the very person the sect leader cherished most. Of course, he was unhappy and drew his sword to kill all the elders of the Demon Palace and the Demon Lord.”

"The Demon Palace was littered with corpses that day, and the stench was overwhelming. The floorboards were still seeping red even after being scrubbed for days... It was an extremely horrific scene..."

Wen Yan didn't listen to the rest. As usual, she asked the waiter for a pot of wine, a plate of peanuts and melon seeds, and walked slowly into the alley.

She happened to run into the woman who had come looking for her.

The woman's surname was Zhong and her given name was Yun. Her neighbors all called her Aunt Yun.

"Lady Wen, hurry home and see! Your sickly husband has woken up!"

Surprise welled up in her eyes. After thanking Aunt Yun, she hurried home as fast as the wind.

Aunt Yun grew anxious, her voice carrying far: "Madam Wen, I haven't finished speaking yet... Young Master Cui is here too!"

Oh dear, why does this person run away before even finishing their sentence?

Don't let things go wrong.

Aunt Yun slapped her thigh in anger and hurried back.

"Mo Zhu!" Wen Yan pushed open the courtyard gate, her joy barely concealed, and then she saw someone who shouldn't be there.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she exclaimed, "What are you doing here?!"

Good heavens, what is Cui Yuan doing in her yard?

No, Wen Yan looked around.

Open boxes filled the yard, containing deerskin, cloth, gold and silver jewelry, combs, rulers, fresh flowers and herbs...

A dozen or so scattered around.

Look at these specifications, this item...

Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat.

This is clearly a betrothal gift!

She stared wide-eyed in terror, her bewildered gaze meeting a pair of eyes that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.