The vision that filled my eyes was the fifth form of the Purple Qi Comes From the East Sword Killing Method, the Purple Qi Comes From the East!

Purple Qi surged forth, and the sword flew like a rainbow.

Jiang Wang, man and sword as one, in the most resolute posture, from east to west, plunged into Xiong Wen’s heart from behind.

He then cast aside his sword and flipped away, avoiding Xiong Wen’s potential death throes.

But Xiong Wen’s exhausted body held no remaining strength.

His terrifying, grotesque frame fell limply and decisively.

It crashed to the ground, no longer able to meld into the shadows.

Only his wide-open eyes continued to register his disbelief.

He could not believe that he had died just like this!

Nor could he comprehend how that lowly and weak little thief had not seized the opportunity to flee far away.

Instead, he had been hiding here all along, so silent, so patient, so utterly still.

And at this very moment, he had struck this fatal blow.

This was so sudden, so unexpected, yet so masterful, so perfectly timed!

In the stunned gazes of everyone, Jiang Wang slowly rose to his feet.

Jiang Wang had been gambling all night, betting that since Zhu Weiwo could chase Xiong Wen throughout the land, he would surely find a way to catch up, no matter how they concealed their tracks; it was merely a matter of time.

He had also been gambling that if he could not return in time, Ling He and Zhao Rucheng would definitely find a way to locate him. As the leader of the first-year students in the Three Cities Debate, the Dao Academy would never ignore his disappearance. This would provide Zhu Weiwo with a crucial clue, without him having to do anything.

So he had instead taken the initiative to help Xiong Wen cover his tracks, in order to gain temporary trust.

In truth, all he had to do was to hold Xiong Wen back.

Thus, he had deliberately taken Xiong Wen on a lengthy detour, secretly hidden within the Fang family, and then flipped into the Fang family ancestral hall, triggering the Fang family’s protective forces.

But it could not merely be that.

This Xiong Wen was brutal, powerful, and audacious. It was not impossible for him to launch a “return” attack, even on the verge of death.

Zhu Weiwo could withstand it, but he could not.

He himself could have hidden far away, perhaps never appearing in public again, waiting until Xiong Wen died. But how could Jiang An’an hide?

So he had to ensure Xiong Wen’s demise this very night.

He must not allow Xiong Wen to escape.

He had been at the mercy of others throughout this day, and now he had personally ended the one who had controlled his fate.

This extreme, powerful psychological feeling caused the Dao Yuan in his Tongtian Palace to surge endlessly.

That small Dao Vessel True Spirit, like an earthworm, was wriggling and spitting forth.

But Jiang Wang simply turned and walked towards the outside.

“Wait.” It was Zhu Weiwo’s voice.

Jiang Wang turned his head and saw Zhu Weiwo pointing his chin towards Xiong Wen’s corpse: “Your spoils of war.”

Powerful experts like Xiong Wen would undoubtedly possess valuable items. Zhu Weiwo meant that he could take them himself.

But Jiang Wang did not dare to be greedy; surviving was already a great fortune. He knew well who the true protagonist was tonight. It could be said that without Zhu Weiwo, Xiong Wen could have calmly killed him and retreated.

And even if he hadn’t delivered that sword strike, Xiong Wen might not have been able to escape again.

He had merely severed that tiny possibility and did not consider the killing of Xiong Wen to be truly his merit.

So he simply smiled wearily: “It is all thanks to Senior Brother’s efforts; Junior Brother dares not claim credit.”

Having said that, he did not look back and walked into the night.

Zhu Weiwo smiled and only said to the Fang family members who were watching from the side: “Send the corpse to the Dao Academy intact, and trouble yourselves no further.”

Having said that, he flipped the spear and carried it on his shoulder, and simply walked away.

He was not at all worried that the Fang family would embezzle the items on Xiong Wen’s body.

He saw it very clearly. If the Fang family had the courage, they would not have merely killed one old man guarding the ancestral hall just now.

…

It was not until he had walked a considerable distance that Jiang Wang heard the sudden sound of weeping from within the Fang family’s grounds.

The old man guarding the ancestral hall was the Fang family’s only Rank 8 Zhou Tian Realm cultivator, who was both one of the few remaining elders from the previous generation of the Fang family and a pillar of the family.

Although he had long been at odds with the Fang family, to be honest, Jiang Wang felt a sense of guilt towards this old man.

But he could not help it either. This world was so cruel; he was merely struggling to survive.

There was one more thing he had not revealed just now.

The moment he killed Xiong Wen from behind, something flew out of Xiong Wen’s body and struck him.

At first, he had thought it was Xiong Wen’s death throes, but later he discovered it was not.

For he instead felt a sensation of profound comfort, a white phantom flashing in his eyes, as if some restriction had been lifted.

At this moment, that object appeared in his Tongtian Palace.

It was a short, black candle. Unlit.

The earthworm True Spirit was circling around it.

Jiang Wang did not have time to experience more. For he saw Zhao Rucheng holding a lantern, waiting for him at the road ahead.

Zhao Rucheng did not ask Jiang Wang what had happened tonight, and Jiang Wang did not ask Zhao Rucheng what efforts he had made tonight.

What they discussed was a more important matter.

“Where is An’an?”

“The boss is looking after her! It’s easy to coax a child; I told her you went to Fengxi Town to buy her sugar figures, and she believed it.”

Jiang Wang’s face was bitter: “Where can I go to get a sugar figure now?”

“Hahaha.” Zhao Rucheng smiled complacently, took out five lifelike sugar figures, and waved them in front of Jiang Wang, “I truly asked someone to go to Fengxi Town to buy them!”

…

In the Fragrant Tower.

Miao Yu was speaking to a person wearing a bone mask, when her expression suddenly changed.

“What’s wrong?”

Miao Yu murmured: “The white bone seed I planted has vanished.”

The bone mask person placed his hands behind his back: “The white bone seed you planted? When? Who did you plant it for?”

Miao Yu returned to her senses, glanced at him, and smiled faintly: “Attend to your own affairs; do not meddle in mine.”

The bone mask person did not argue and melted into the ground.

After this person left, Miao Yu regained her thoughtful expression: “Could it be…”

She stood up abruptly, then sat down again.

“No, I still cannot be certain. I must be careful, more careful…”

…

Feima Lane Jiang Family.

From the bright sky, until the sun set in the west, and then until the night was as cool as water.

Jiang An’an’s expression became more and more listless.

Ling He was accompanying her and had been trying his best to coax her, but firstly, he had little talent for coaxing people, and secondly, he was absent-minded, so the effect was utterly lost.

Jiang An’an did not dislike Senior Brother Ling He, but to be truthful, Senior Brother Ling was not as interesting as Senior Brother Rucheng.

As for Brother Du Yehuo… he looked too fierce!

Of course, these few brothers were all very good, but all the brothers combined were not as good as her own elder brother.

She was not very happy.

To use the words of the teacher, it was probably “worry comes from within, cannot be severed.”

Sigh.

Jiang An’an was dejected.

“What can alleviate worry, only sugar figures.”

A lifelike sugar figure appeared before her eyes, then the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth.

Five sugar figures were lined up.

Behind the sugar figures was Jiang Wang’s face, full of smiles.

“Jiang An’an! Happy birthday! From today on, you are five years old!”