Translator: Silavin “Qiu Jizhuo is dead?” “He actually managed to kill Qiu Jizhuo?” After Qin Yichen and his companion’s figures turned into two small black dots and disappeared at the horizon’s edge, the onlookers below gradually recovered from their shock. Looking at the corpse that was mangled beyond recognition and completely dead, many could not help but draw in a sharp breath. Especially the strong experts who had earlier pointed out that Qin Yichen had taken the Mortality Flower – he was now drenched in sweat, as if he had just walked through the gate of death. Who could have imagined that Qin Yichen would be so domineering – directly killing a Core Disciple of a Major Sect? And more importantly, right before everyone’s eyes! A Core Disciple is meant to be the future pillar of a Sect! Killing a Core Disciple was tantamount to challenging the authority of the Sect. Yi Jian, Mu Xuan, and Xue Xiongdao secretly breathed sighs of relief at this moment. Fortunately, many people had witnessed this scene. Otherwise, the three of them would certainly have been the most suspicious. “Just… who are they?” All three of them were speculating about the backgrounds of Lan Xinyu and Qin Yichen. Judging by the strength displayed by Lan Xinyu and Qin Yichen, they were undoubtedly levels above them. For such people, it was impossible to say they had no background or origin. “Let’s go. Let the Northern Depths Sect worry about this themselves.” Yi Jian said, having lost his previous high spirits. Once, he thought he was second to none, but after seeing those two, who were clearly younger than him yet stronger, everything he had been proud of instantly became meaningless. How could he maintain his pride after seeing that? Mu Xuan and Xue Xiongdao were in the same situation. As the three of them left, the surrounding onlookers also dispersed. Only those few Core Disciples from the Northern Depths Sect remained, standing there with alternating expressions as they looked at Qiu Jizhuo’s corpse. This was no longer simply a matter concerning Qiu Jizhuo. Someone had killed their Sect’s Core Disciple in front of so many people. If the Northern Depths Sect had no response, how would the other Forces view them? “We need to immediately report to the Elder. This matter… is beyond our ability to handle.” They still had some self-awareness. Qiu Jizhuo was definitely one of the most outstanding among their Core Disciples. He was stronger than them. Yet, he had been killed with such ease. If they were to give chase, they feared their fate would not fare any better than his. … Qin Yichen knew clearly what kind of storm killing Qiu Jizhuo would cause. However, he was not worried. After all, there was Lan Xinyu beside him. As a Heavenly Martial Artist, Lan Xinyu’s background must be extraordinary. If she revealed her identity, who would dare cause her trouble? “Why did you kill him?” After they stopped, the first words Lan Xinyu said to Qin Yichen made him pause. “Doesn’t he deserve to die?” Faced with her questioning tone, Qin Yichen looked at her helplessly, “He was trying to kill us, wasn’t he?” “He didn’t have that ability. You only needed to teach him a lesson to make him retreat.” Lan Xinyu still spoke in a methodical manner. “…” Qin Yichen was speechless. [Is this what is means when ‘no good deed goes unpunished?’] However, Lan Xinyu’s behaviour was indeed strange. Before this, Qiu Jizhuo had insulted her, but she had not killed him. “What’s done is done, it can’t be undone…” Lan Xinyu sighed. Just when Qin Yichen thought she was going to reveal her background, she looked at him with a complicated expression and said in a soft voice, “I shouldn’t have appeared here in the first place, nor should I disturb the peace of this region. You… should also act as if you’ve never seen me.” This was also why she had intentionally kept such a low profile. Hearing this, Qin Yichen understood that she would not reveal her identity. But could some things really be treated as if they never happened? Looking at her delicate figure clothed in the garments he helped put on, Qin Yichen’s expression became somewhat strange. Hmph! Seemingly sensing his gaze, Lan Xinyu suddenly realised the peculiarity of her attire. She immediately let out a light snort and turned around, but her pretty face was tinged with two captivating blushes. Although she tried her best to control it, those images still surfaced in her mind, disturbing her peaceful heart. “I’m leaving. You… take care of yourself!” With her back to Qin Yichen, Lan Xinyu calmed her heart, leaving only a brief message before soaring into the sky and disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye. “Damn…” Without even a word of thanks, she was gone. Qin Yichen’s mood was naturally in the dumps. But soon, his mood became even worse… because he realised something. If they were to act as if Lan Xinyu had never appeared, did that mean she would not take responsibility for Qiu Jizhuo’s death? Qin Yichen was on the verge of tears. What kind of situation was this? He had clearly shown her kindness, yet she left him with this mess to clean up. Although his strength had greatly increased after possessing the Taotie Beast Soul, he was not arrogant enough to believe he could stand against a behemoth like the Northern Depths Sect. Qin Yichen felt that in the future, it would be better to refrain from doing any good deeds. … Jade Cloud City, an inconspicuous small city. However, in his previous life, Qin Yichen had encountered someone from the Gongshu Clan in this small city, which led to his contact with the Gongshu Clan. But this time, he had been in Jade Cloud City for four days and still had no clues. Moreover, even if he wanted to inquire about some information from the surrounding people, he would not know where to start. After the Gongshu Clan went into seclusion, even powerful Foreign Races could not find their traces, let alone ordinary people. A melodious music drifted up from the ground floor of the inn, causing Qin Yichen to close his eyes and immerse himself in it. At this moment, even his Soul felt greatly relaxed. Clatter… Just as he was squinting and enjoying this peaceful moment, the music from downstairs abruptly stopped. Following that, a commotion arose, causing Qin Yichen to furrow his brows. “You old fool! My Young Master has taken a fancy to her! That’s her good fortune! Keep talking, and I’ll break your bones!” As Qin Yichen came downstairs, he heard such a statement. Scanning the hall, he saw a greasy-faced man accompanied by several vicious servants, surrounding an elderly man in his seventies and a young girl. The old man held an erhu (Chinese violin) in his hand, while a zither was placed in front of the girl. Evidently, the earlier music had been performed by the two of them, but it had been interrupted. The young girl, though not stunningly beautiful, was delicate and pretty. Her eyes were brimming with tears, on the verge of crying. She looked so pitiful; ones’ heart would break at the sight of those tears.