Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Preparing to Use a Knife to Kill

Damn it!

This guy actually wants to poison himself!

How despicable.

Upon learning of this situation, Chen Ansheng couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

Immediately, he controlled Li Xiuyuan and said, “This Senior Brother, my Uncle Wu is one of the three elders in the sect, and the Young Lady…”

Before he could finish, Murong Yan coldly interrupted, “Shut up! Your backer is of no use to me. If you do well, you’ll have your benefits. If not, your head goes rolling. Do you understand?”

Li Xiuyuan was overwhelmed by Murong Yan’s murderous intent and celestial power, to the point where Chen Ansheng found it difficult to control him to speak, and he could only dumbly nod.

Only then did Murong Yan retract his murderous intent and celestial power. “Go.”

There was no point in saying more; Chen Ansheng controlled Li Xiuyuan to leave quickly.

Behind them, Murong Yan gazed towards a distant bamboo forest, “A mere ant, causing discord between my Junior Sister and her mother, delaying my grand plans. You shall die without a burial place.”

Murong Yan was eager to kill Chen Ansheng for this very reason.

Of course, on a deeper level, it was all for himself.

Because soon, it would be the day for Qian Yue Cave to determine the Chief Disciple, and Murong Yan had seven competitors.

Those seven were not inferior to him in talent or cultivation.

But Murong Yan had an advantage that others could not compare to: his relationship with Ji Ziling was exceptionally good.

With this relationship, Nan Gong Xiu would naturally be influenced when making her final decision.

After all, the Chief Disciple is the heir to the cave master. In cases where the differences are negligible, it would be completely normal for Nan Gong Xiu to prefer someone close to her daughter as the future cave master.

However, little did they expect that Chen Ansheng, this ant, would appear, affecting the mood of his Junior Sister and indirectly impacting the relationship between the mother and daughter, thereby disrupting Murong Yan’s plans to become the Chief Disciple.

Thus, Murong Yan was eager to see Chen Ansheng dead to ensure his smooth ascension to the position of Chief Disciple.

In the small courtyard west of the bamboo forest.

Chen Ansheng was pacing back and forth, deep in thought.

He truly did not expect Murong Yan to be so despicable as to want to poison him.

How should this be resolved?

It was a certain fact that Li Xiuyuan would be unable to complete his task.

Three days later, Murong Yan might very well kill Li Xiuyuan.

However, Li Xiuyuan was currently his puppet, a mere shell of a person.

At the moment of his death, Murong Yan might realize that he was not a normal individual, and his ability to perform puppet techniques would be exposed.

Moreover, losing Li Xiuyuan as a puppet would cut off his future sources of information and supplies.

As for finding another puppet?

That would be difficult.

The disciples of Qian Yue Cave are all stronger than Chen Ansheng, and under the opponent’s vigilance, even if his mental strength is strong, it would be useless. Who would foolishly wait for him to establish a contract? At the slightest hint of something amiss, a flying sword would come to kill.

And the most important point was that Murong Yan was both despicable and powerful; as long as he was alive, it would always feel like a sharp sword was hanging overhead, making Chen Ansheng uneasy.

Thus.

Two thoughts arose in Chen Ansheng’s mind: first, control Li Xiuyuan to use the relationship with the three elders to complain to Nan Gong Xiu. Second, find a way to kill Murong Yan.

Chen Ansheng analyzed quietly, “A few days ago, Murong Yan almost killed me, and Nan Gong Xiu did not reprimand him upon learning of it, so complaining would likely be of no use. At most, Nan Gong Xiu might say a few words to him, but it would not cause any substantial consequences.”

After pondering for a while, Chen Ansheng abandoned the idea of having Li Xiuyuan complain.

Then…

Only the second path remained: strike first and kill Murong Yan.

“Let’s wait until tomorrow; everything will become clear.”

At this moment, Chen Ansheng had already devised a plan to use a knife for killing.

…

Chen Ansheng practiced in the small room for a while.

Once he thought of tomorrow’s events, he could not calm his mind.

“Forget it, no more practice.”

Chen Ansheng lay down on the stone bed, his mind drifting to the stories contained within various ascendant biographies.

These biographies were relatively brief, but the information Chen Ansheng gained from them filled him with delight.

For example, Long Xu was a notable case.

Additionally, Chen Ansheng had discovered a particularly interesting account.

That ascendant described a cultivation world completely different from common perceptions, where people did not use swords and knives but instead used something called a staff as a weapon.

Moreover, it claimed that cultivators in that realm did not borrow the power of heaven and earth but instead created the power of heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, the recorded insights were very scant, and some were illogical, leaving one scratching their head.

“A chaotic ascension, what exactly does he mean?”

This was the title of that biography, and Chen Ansheng could not understand what the ascendant was trying to express.

“I’ll have a chance to read more books; perhaps I’ll find the answers.”

After some sorting through his thoughts, Chen Ansheng had already pinpointed several cultivation realms he believed were necessary to visit, but he had yet to find targets he could manifest through his mental strength.

Not in the mood to practice, he lay there bored.

“Better go find my maids to play around with.”

With a thought, Chen Ansheng’s figure vanished from where he stood.

Arriving in the forbidden palace of the Yunlong Realm, Chen Ansheng only summoned Qing’er and the other maidservants to attend to him; he had no intention of engaging in other tasks during these seven days.

The next day, Chen Ansheng returned to the small room, full of energy.

Around noon, Chen Ansheng controlled Li Xiuyuan to prepare to go out.

“Junior Brother Xiuyuan, is there anything you need me to do?”

A disciple in white approached with a playful grin.

“Get lost.”

Li Xiuyuan glared at him.

The disciple walked away, disgruntled, cursing under his breath; he had just gifted you a lavish gift yesterday, and today you’re acting like you don’t know anyone. Someday you’ll regret this.

Li Xiuyuan arrived at the place he met Zhong Li yesterday.

After waiting for a moment, but Zhong Li did not show up.

“What are you looking at?”

An average-looking female disciple walked up beside Li Xiuyuan.

“Who are you?” Li Xiuyuan did not recognize her at all.

The female disciple gave a subtle glance and said coolly, “As promised yesterday, take me to a place.”

Li Xiuyuan was taken aback, “Sister, your skills are impressive; I didn’t see it was you at all.”

This was the truth from Chen Ansheng; no matter how he sensed it, he could not tell that this woman was Zhong Li.

The Demoness had formidable skills!

Zhong Li shot Li Xiuyuan a glare, “Nonsense, if you could see me, I would have been dead a hundred times over by now.”

Li Xiuyuan smiled awkwardly and suddenly pulled out a thumb-sized jade vial, tossing it playfully in his hand. “That’s true. By the way, Sister, where do you want me to take you?”

Zhong Li replied, “To the library.”

Li Xiuyuan continued to play with the jade vial, feigning a cautious demeanor as he looked around and lowered his voice, “Why are you interested in such a low-level library?”

Zhong Li, being at the Xuan Immortal realm, found this publicly accessible library of little value, right?

But at this moment, Chen Ansheng did not have the extra thoughts to consider what schemes this Demoness had; he only wanted to know if the bait had been taken.