lcionline Chapter 156 A man’s mouth is a liar
Chapter 156 A man’s mouth is a liar
Zou Yue secretly rejoiced, thankful that she had the foresight to contact the people of the Death Hall early on to deal with Chen Wan'er.
However, the situation has changed, and another requirement needs to be added.
We must find out the cause of this strange illness before we take action to get rid of her.
Upon realizing this, Zou Yue immediately contacted the steward of the Hall of Death.
"Steward Li, how is the matter of dealing with Chen Wan'er in your Death Hall progressing?"
At that moment, Manager Li, who had received Zou Yue's telepathic message, was reporting his work to his superiors.
This morning, Cai Kang suddenly sent him an urgent message.
His tone was full of panic, saying that his cultivation level had inexplicably dropped and he was afraid he would be unable to accept missions.
When Manager Li first heard the news, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.
My cultivation level has dropped? How could this happen out of the blue?
Filled with doubt, he immediately rushed to check on Cai Kang's condition, and what he saw shocked him greatly.
Cai Kang, a dignified cultivator at the third level of the Void Refinement stage, has seen his cultivation plummet like a burst dam, all the way down to the Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation stage.
Manager Li's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward to examine the situation carefully.
However, after thoroughly examining Cai Kang, he couldn't find anything unusual.
Without delay, Manager Li hurriedly reported the whole story to his superiors.
"My lord, Cai Kang's cultivation level has suddenly dropped. Given the current situation, shouldn't we quickly send someone else to hunt down Chen Wan'er?"
The esteemed person seated at the head of the table nodded slightly, then pressed on with another question:
"Has anyone else in our Death Hall experienced similar symptoms to Cai Kang?"
Manager Li quickly shook his head and replied with a solemn expression:
"He's the only one like this right now."
If there were a few more, our Hall of Despair would probably be in big trouble.
The enemy has reached our doorstep, yet we don't even know who our opponent is.
"Alright, let Cai Kang rest and recuperate for now, and send someone else to handle it."
After leaving his superior's office, Manager Li finally found a moment to reply to Zou Yue's message:
"Don't worry, everything is progressing smoothly."
In the Hall of Death, Cai Kang is not the only assassin at the Void Refinement stage; for every one who falls, a large number will follow.
In any case, the reputation of the Hall of Death cannot be ruined. If word gets out, who will dare to ask them for help in the future?
When Zou Yue received Manager Li's reply, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
They really are a professional assassin organization that I hired with spirit stones; they're reliable when they do things.
If the Hall of Death can successfully capture Chen Wan'er, the cause of her strange illness will soon be revealed.
Zou Yue pondered that with the capabilities of the Death Palace, they should be able to capture Chen Wan'er within a month.
After all, since its establishment, the Hall of Death has never taken more than a month to complete any of its various missions.
Fearing that she would bring trouble to the sect, Zou Yue decided not to return to the Liuli Sect.
He moved directly into the city lord's mansion and spent every day with Wang Anyuan.
This was a real hardship for Wang Anyuan, as he couldn't see any of his usually gentle and refined wives.
Even his daughters, who used to frequently surround him to show their filial piety and make him happy, are now silent and none of them dare to show their faces.
Ultimately, Zou Yue was a renowned figure in the cultivation world and a member of the Glazed Tile Sect.
Who would dare to act recklessly in front of her?
That day, Wang Anyuan noticed that Zou Yue's expression had eased somewhat, as if he was in a good mood.
He tentatively asked, "Madam, I've noticed you don't seem to be in a hurry to avenge our son these past few days. Do you have any plans?"
Zou Yue glanced at Wang Anyuan indifferently, and sneered inwardly.
Don't think she can't see through this man's thoughts; he just wants her to leave as soon as possible so she won't get in the way of certain people.
She curled her lip in disdain and said coldly:
"Wang Anyuan, I will take care of my son's matter. There will definitely be a result within a month."
You'd better take care of your own affairs first!
Thinking back to how she had been so blinded by love and fell for such a fickle man, Zou Yue was filled with remorse.
Upon hearing the words "in less than a month," Wang Anyuan was startled and instantly understood.
He hurriedly and anxiously asked, "Did you contact someone from the Hall of Death?"
Zou Yue frowned impatiently and replied:
"So what if it is? You, as the father, never seem to care about your son's affairs. As the mother, I can't just sit idly by."
If it weren't for the need to protect the position of city lord and prevent it from falling into the hands of others, my son would still be living a good life in the Glazed Tile School.
"Madam, you are wronging me. As a father, how can I not care about my son's affairs?"
But I recently heard some news that the assassins of the Hall of Death seem to have run into some trouble.
Wang Anyuan explained with a sincere expression.
Zou Yue was about to ask what the problem was.
Suddenly, a familiar, chilling feeling surged into her heart—the terrifying feeling of her cultivation inexplicably disappearing last time had returned.
She was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly sat cross-legged on the spot and began to circulate her internal energy, trying to resist this inexplicable force.
However, it was all in vain; she could only helplessly watch her cultivation level plummet like water.
In contrast, Wang Anyuan was completely unharmed at this moment.
He was staring at Zou Yue with a curious look in his eyes, a hint of inquiry in them.
"Madam, could it be that you brought this upon yourself? Otherwise, why are you the only one who got caught up in this mess?"
Wang Anyuan couldn't help but ask.
Zou Yue was both anxious and angry. While frantically stuffing pills into her mouth, she cursed at Wang Anyuan:
"What nonsense are you talking about! It's clearly because of you. Who knows which woman you messed with before is behind this."
Think carefully, have you ever provoked this evil female cultivator surnamed Chen before?
When Wang Anyuan was yelled at like that, he actually started searching his memory seriously.
But after thinking it over, I realized that I had either forgotten the names of those women, or I hadn't remembered their names at all.
Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body, and that familiar feeling of losing his cultivation surged back.
He was terrified and quickly followed Zou Yue's example, sitting cross-legged on the spot and desperately swallowing the pills.
Seeing that Wang Anyuan was also starting to suffer, Zou Yue felt inexplicably more at ease.
She looked at Wang Anyuan, a slightly mocking smile playing on her lips.
He teased, "Well? Now do you remember which female cultivator you wronged?"
Upon hearing Zou Yue's teasing remark, Wang Anyuan quickly offered words of comfort.
"My lady, you know that my heart belongs only to you. There is no one else."
Zou Yue sneered and said, "Then I have truly wronged my husband. Does my husband dare to swear an oath to Heaven?"
"Say what you just said again?"
Does this woman want him to die even faster?
It's one thing to just coax her, but why make him make some kind of oath to the heavens?
The problem of his declining cultivation level has not yet been resolved. Now that he has made a vow to the Heavenly Dao, he may be struck dead by heavenly lightning in the next instant.
Seeing that Wang Anyuan remained silent, he stopped speaking.
Zou Yue angrily retorted, "Sweet talker, fickle, heartless, and a beast in human clothing."
Hearing the increasingly offensive insults directed at him, Wang Anyuan's eyes twitched, but he didn't dare to retaliate.