Chapter 92
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Chapter 92: The Matter of Biru Niang
Yin Manor.
In Yunshan City, there is only one Yin Manor.
A manor that boasts three Purple Palaces.
Within the high walls, the courtyard stretches deep and vast, with buildings arranged in orderly rows, nestled among overlapping mountain shadows and curiously shaped stones.
Thick branches entwine around the pavilions, as if the first blush of rouge gradually blooms!
Though summer had not yet arrived, the spirit lotuses in the pond had already blossomed, each standing proudly amidst the misty waters, exuding spiritual energy and filling the manor with their sweet fragrance.
In a waterside pavilion built by the pond, an old man in a purple robe reclined on an embroidered soft couch, his eyes closed as he listened to the harpist’s melody.
His right hand rested lightly on the railing, fingers gently rolling a spirit pill that glimmered like jade.
This spirit pill, worth thirty spirit fragments, was slowly crushed by the old man, its fragments falling into the pond and sending the dazzling koi into a frenzy, leaping and splashing as they vied for the prize.
Suddenly, the old man in the purple robe abruptly opened his eyes.
A flicker of murderous intent flashed in his gaze.
He relaxed his fingers, and the remaining half of the pill dropped instantly.
A long-whiskered black carp leaped from the water, its mouth snapping shut around the pill!
Ding!
The harpist, startled by the sudden oppressive force, misplayed a string, striking a discordant note.
Her delicate face turned pale, her expression one of sheer terror.
The old man in purple smiled faintly, “No matter, you may leave now.”
The harpist, as if granted a reprieve, quickly bowed and retreated.
To serve a powerful figure is akin to accompanying a tiger; this seemingly gentle old man in purple was far more fearsome than any roaring beast!
Once the harpist had departed, the old man’s expression gradually darkened.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
A sturdy man in blue appeared silently, “Master.”
The old man in purple spoke in a deep voice, “Rong’er may be in trouble; investigate the matter at once!”
“And…”
He paused briefly before adding, “Sell that wretched maid to the Ruyi Brothels.”
The man in blue bowed, “Understood.”
The old man in purple closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then waved his hand, “Go.”
When he opened his eyes again, they gleamed with a sharp, piercing light.
The Yin family had been in Yunshan for one hundred and fifty years, rising from a humble household of seven Qi Trainers to become a renowned Purple Palace clan, all thanks to Yin Honghui’s tireless efforts and sacrifices.
For the sake of his family, he had even relinquished his position as a powerful elder in the inner sect.
Under his control, the Yin family flourished.
In Yunshan City, while the Yin family couldn’t dabble in every business involving spirit stones, their annual profits were more than enough to sustain a Golden Core true master!
However, over the past two years, Yin Honghui sensed that something was amiss with the family’s operations.
Many matters no longer ran as smoothly as before, and some businesses had become increasingly difficult to manage.
Yin Honghui’s burden grew heavier with each passing day.
Yet, as a Purple Palace master who had weathered countless storms, he bore it all with resilience.
But just moments ago, an overwhelming sense of foreboding nearly shattered his composure!
“Father!”
At that very moment, a beautiful woman in a flowing green dress rushed down the corridor. Her delicate face, like a lotus in bloom, was streaked with tears, her grief palpable.
Trailing behind her was a gaunt, middle-aged man.
“Xixue…”
Yin Honghui had barely risen to his feet when the beautiful woman in green flung herself into his arms, sobbing, “Rong’er’s soul token has shattered!”
Darkness clouded Yin Honghui’s vision as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
“I know.”
He spat out these words through clenched teeth!
It was no secret that Yin Derong was Yin Honghui’s most cherished grandson.
Now, the soul token of the Yin family’s Seventh Young Master had shattered!
Yin Honghui felt as though a brutal slap had struck his aged face, the pain searing deep into his bones.
“Father, you must avenge Rong’er!”
The beautiful woman in green wailed in anguish, “Rong’er was such a kind and sensible child. Who could be so heartless as to harm him?”
Seeing the woman in his arms, her face wet with tears like a rain-soaked flower, Yin Honghui’s heart ached for her.
He reached up to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks and vowed with venom in his voice, “Wait here. I will ensure Rong’er’s death is avenged, and the murderer will pay with their life!”
The Purple Palace master released the woman and strode forward, delivering a sharp slap to the cowering middle-aged man’s face: “How could you let this happen to Rong’er? You’re utterly worthless!”
The middle-aged man staggered, his face swelling instantly to the size of a bull’s head, yet he dared not utter a word in his defense.
Disgusted by his son’s spineless demeanor, Yin Honghui barked, “Get out of my sight!”
If not for the fact that his son had married a capable wife, he would have cast him out of the Yin family long ago, leaving him to his own devices.
After offering a few words of comfort to the beautiful woman in green, Yin Honghui swiftly departed from Yin Manor.
Yin Honghui boarded the six-horse carriage that had been waiting at the gate.
The carriage swiftly departed Yunshan City, heading north along the main road, its speed steadily increasing.
During the journey, Yin Honghui received a falcon letter.
His expression grew even more somber!
After traveling nearly two hundred miles at high speed, Yin Honghui retrieved a smoky haze spirit tool and tossed it into the air.
He leaped onto the spirit tool and soared toward a distant, towering mountain peak.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Yin Honghui landed before the elegant courtyard gate at the mountain’s summit.
He composed himself and bowed respectfully: “Senior Brother Zhuge, Honghui has come uninvited. Please forgive my intrusion!”
The wooden door creaked open on its own.
Inside the courtyard, beneath a peach tree, a gray-robed cultivator sat alone, playing chess.
He looked up, holding a black chess piece, his expression faintly amused: “Junior Brother Yin, you are indeed a rare visitor.”
“I am bound by worldly affairs, unable to act freely.”
Yin Honghui forced a bitter smile as he entered the courtyard and sat across from the gray-robed cultivator. Without preamble, he said, “Senior Brother Zhuge, my grandson has just been brutally murdered, and the killer remains at large. Please help me divine the truth!”
This gray-robed cultivator, though unassuming in appearance, was one of the few Purple Palace masters in the Yunyang Sect who had mastered the Heavenly Merit technique!
The Heavenly Merit technique was a profound art, capable of tracing causes and effects with unparalleled precision.
When used to uncover clues about a murderer, the closer the divination was to the time of the crime, the more accurate the results would be.
This was why Yin Honghui had rushed to the inner sect to seek his aid.
While avenging his grandson was important, preserving the honor and dignity of the Yin family was even more critical.
If word of this tragedy spread, the Yin family would become a laughingstock!
However, upon hearing the request, Senior Brother Zhuge immediately shook his head: “I’m sorry, but I stopped performing divinations long ago.”
The Heavenly Merit technique, though powerful, demanded a steep price—cultivation level and lifespan.
How could he agree to such a request?
Yin Honghui, however, was prepared. He produced a storage bag and handed it over: “Senior Brother, I humbly ask for your assistance.”
Senior Brother Zhuge accepted the bag indifferently and opened it.
Upon seeing its contents, his expression shifted dramatically!
His face changed, and he sighed deeply: “Very well, very well. I will help you this once.”
He truly wished to refuse.
But the offering was simply too substantial to ignore!
Yin Honghui then handed over a jade pendant: “This contains a trace of my grandson’s aura.”
Senior Brother Zhuge acted without hesitation, placing the jade pendant on the Heavenly Merit chessboard before him.
The chessboard, round on the outside and square within, contained three hundred sixty-one black and white chess pieces, each meticulously crafted as a spirit tool.
The chessboard itself was a second-tier spirit tool!
As Senior Brother Zhuge channeled his spiritual energy into the board, the hundreds of chess pieces began to emit a faint glow.
They shifted and moved around the jade pendant, gradually forming the vague outlines of true seal characters.
Senior Brother Zhuge fixed his gaze on the Heavenly Merit board, his eyes gleaming with divine light.
Suddenly, his face contorted with shock and terror, as if he had glimpsed something utterly horrifying.
“Pfft!”
In the next moment, the Purple Palace master spat out a mouthful of blood.
His hand trembled as he pointed at Yin Honghui, his voice hoarse and strained: “Biru Niang!!”
Yin Honghui was stunned: “What?”
Senior Brother Zhuge spat out another mouthful of blood.
His hair turned completely white in an instant, and he appeared to age decades in mere moments.
With a surge of grief and fury, Senior Brother Zhuge finally roared out his realization.
“Biru Niang’s doing!!”
