Repugnant Gateway

Chapter 104

Chapter 104

An Chengli gave an affirmative answer, so An Zui knew that this matter was not as simple as he thought.

Judging from all the evidence, the empress dowager could have been easily guessed.

However, according to An Chengli, everyone was present at that time, so it wasn’t Chen Shaobai who killed Sang Haijing.

As he was walking back, a terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind, causing him to shudder in fear.

When the old official Zhuge Yan died, people began to suspect the empress dowager.

Hao Ping died peacefully. People suspected the empress dowager. Now that Sang Hai, the president of the martial academy, was dead, people would still habitually suspect the empress dowager.

An Zongli recalled what An Chengli said, and suddenly found a key point … An Chengli said that the people he saw on the surface were all there, but the guards in the dark didn’t know about it.

Was this a reminder?

Yes, An Chengli was reminding himself that the empress dowager still had some hidden power.

By the time he returned to the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect, it was already dark. The number of people on the street watching him had dwindled quite a bit.

An Zaiyue knew that in the shadows of this street, there were still some people watching him, watching every movement in the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect.

In the eyes of outsiders, the sect was secretive and shallow. This was a contradictory phenomenon, so it piqued the curiosity of many people.

There were hundreds of imposing men in the Heavenly Ascension Sect, and many people guessed that there were many experts among them.

However, the Sect Master was a young man who had been arguing for a long time, so he didn’t seem to have anything to fear.

This was a contradiction. What right did An Zhe have to be the Sect Leader?

In truth, this was precisely the atmosphere that An Zaiyue had deliberately created, making people suspect it. This was why they were unable to determine the true power of the Heavenly Ascension Sect.

In truth, when it came to cultivators, only An Zaihai and the others had any backing.

And it was obviously wrong to say that he had no background.

There was an Old Huo in the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect, who was an artificer master.

A good cat is the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Eye.

There were also a few purple-rank divine artifacts that could move the hearts of anyone who stood at the peak of the world’s cultivators.

Qu Liuxi sat at the entrance and chatted with Old Huo. She was waiting for An Zou to return.

In recent years, she had gotten used to waiting for An Zeng to return before going to bed, even though she didn’t know how to say a word, and didn’t intend to let An Zeng know that she was waiting for him.

On the other side of the training field, Gu Qianye, who was sitting on the wall and swinging his feet, saw An Chou’s figure enter the room. He jumped off the wall, put his hands behind his back and casually walked back to his room.

Then, as usual, he dug a hole in the quilt and pillow on the bed and buried himself in it.

Qu Liuxi, on the other hand, was different. When she returned to her room, she would quietly read a book and read her favorite medical book.

Waiting for the dead of the night, she would still enter the Heaven Defying Seal to refine pills.

She did not have a teacher, her medical skills had long surpassed Lunatic Qu’s, she could only rely on herself to find everything she had.

In truth, the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect itself was a strange existence, completely out of place in this world.

In the eyes of a normal person, who were those who didn’t need to spend a lot of time on cultivation to achieve anything?

Of course, it was all because of their illustrious family background. They had a strong background, and the family could prepare everything for them.

This included cultivation techniques, as well as pills.

Every single person in the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect was born in a miserable state, but they also seemed very casual. This was something that An Zaiyue had created for them.

An Zeng sat by the window and looked out at the bright moon. His brows were slightly knitted.

In his mind’s eye, he saw Sang Haijing’s kind and kind face, Sang Rou’s beautiful face, and Chen Shaobai’s beautiful but impenetrable face.

An Chengli was more or less reminding her that the person who killed the Sanghai Sutra could be the empress dowager.

At least it’s not Chen Shaobai, is it?

However, An Chengli had underestimated An Zaiyue. Of course, he didn’t know that An Zhe was once the head of the Great Xi world, and was best at solving cases.

An Chengli made two mistakes. The first was to remind the empress dowager of her hidden strength, and the second was to mention the words of the imperial guard … Was there a need to mention it?

Of course not, he said, because he felt it was necessary.

He wanted to tell An Zaiyue that Chen Shaobai, the official in charge of the imperial guard, was there and that he wasn’t the one who killed them.

Chen Shaobai was one of the empress dowager’s men, the head of the imperial guard of the brocade palace. He was definitely someone the empress dowager trusted very much.

But why was An Chengli protecting Chen Shaobai?

It was late in the night outside. An Zaihai left his room and climbed out of the wall like a ghost.

His body perfectly blended into the night, and no one was able to detect his presence.

In a small alley, two people were squatting and whispering.

They were one of the hidden sentries that were keeping an eye on the Heavenly Ascension Sect. As to which force they came from, it was unknown.

An Zaihai and Tang Wulin quietly moved behind them, standing right behind them. Neither of them could feel it.

“”I wonder when the business will be finished.””

One of them said in a low voice, “”Why are you always staring at that run-down courtyard? It’s already time for you to take us back.””

Another one sighed, “”Who told us to be of poor family background? Of course I’ll take all the hard work.””

An Zhe struck out from behind them, palm by palm, knocking the two unconscious.

Then he crouched down and rummaged through the two of them for a moment, but found nothing he wanted.

Not long after, An Zui appeared behind another hidden sentry, and the same trick knocked the person unconscious.

He rummaged for a moment, but found nothing.

When the fourth sentry was put down, he finally found what he was looking for.

This fourth sentry was the only one who could sense the conflict. He turned around and attempted to resist the attack.

An Zeng found a plate from this person and compared it with his own. It was almost exactly the same.

However, the words engraved on the board were ‘Vermillion Bird’, and the person’s body plate was engraved with ‘Black Tortoise’.

An Zeng sat on the ground and took a drink from the wine gourd on the man’s body.

After about half an hour, that person woke up, covered the back of his neck, and let out a painful groan.

When he saw that he was sitting in the dark staring at his own struggle, he was stunned.

An Zeng sat in the shadows at the corner of the wall, but his eyes were bright and filled with killing intent.

“”Take me to your leader.””

An Zeng threw over the metal token engraved with the Black Turtle, “”Go now.””

“”We … we’re the same kind of people. I’m here to protect you.””

the man said.

An Zhan waved his hand impatiently. “”Take me to see your leader.””

That person hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still compromised.

He led the way through one small alley after another, finally stopping outside the door of a seemingly ordinary commoner’s house.

The man turned to Anjou and said, “”Think carefully, although you and I are both working for the King, the division of labor is different.

“”Once you try to see us clearly, your position will become a bit unstable.””

He pushed the door open and walked in without saying a word.

The courtyard was not big, but by the aid of the moonlight, he discovered that there were actually quite a few dishes planted there.

The lights in the room were still on, and a few figures could still be seen.

“”Sure enough, I can’t hide it from you.””

When Anjou heard a familiar voice, he was not at all happy.

The horrible thought came to him again, piercing his heart like an awl.

Chen Shaobai pushed the door open and walked out, carrying a cucumber in his hand. He ate it with a ‘kacha kacha’ sound, “”I planted it myself, do you want one?””

His tone was accentuated when he said those words, and he seemed to be filled with an evil interest.

He pointed at the cucumber rack not far away, seemingly satisfied with his achievement.

He did not want to see the others in the room.

Apparently, the people in the room didn’t want An Zhe to know his identity.

Chen Shaobai carried the cucumber and walked out, picking two tomatoes from the side.

Before he went out the door, he flung the cucumber head into a trash can in the distance.

He rubbed the tomato on his clothes and chewed as he walked.

The two of them left the alley one after the other, and then entered a forest in the city.

Chen Shaobai could not help but laugh. “”You didn’t mean anything by inviting me into the forest at night.””

“”Thankfully, I’m also willing to do that. Otherwise, if you force me, it wouldn’t even be fun if you can’t beat me.””

“”I want to ask you a serious question.””

Chen Shaobai found a big tree with a cross and sat down: “”Yes, some of them are, some of them aren’t.””

An Zhe didn’t know what to say in response to such an answer.

He originally thought that Chen Shaobai would quibble and that the process would be very complicated, but Chen Shaobai clearly knew what he wanted to ask and gave a straightforward answer.

Chen Shaobai fished out a few more cherries from his sleeve, and as he ate, he said, “”I knew long ago that I couldn’t hide it from you. The first person in the world to discover the truth would definitely be you. How about it, do I know you well?””

You see, I know you so well, and you know me?

“”I’m afraid you don’t know anything, you heartless man.””

“”So many people have died, and you’re still in the mood to joke?””

Chen Shaobai shrugged his shoulders, “”How many people died had something to do with me?””

I didn’t kill the first person, I didn’t let anyone else kill the second person.

So … what is the reason for your anger towards me?

An Zhan was stunned, because he truly did not know how to treat Chen Shaobai.

Chen Shaobai suddenly smiled. “”If I really killed him, would you kill me?””

Anjou did not answer.

Chen Shaobai’s smile became even brighter, “”Hahahaha … You actually hesitated, are you still lying to yourself that you didn’t treat me as a friend?””

“”With your vicious personality, you’re actually hesitating.””

“”I was just wondering how to kill you.””

Chen Shaobai curled his lips, “”Well, actually, you don’t have to be so heavy, because all of this has nothing to do with you, right?””

“”You are just a person who has too many matters to handle. Are you tired?””

“”Why?””

Chen Shaobai asked back, “”Did you really not think of the answer?””

Anjou knew the answer, and the answer was the terrible thought in his heart.

Chen Shaobai spat out the cherry core. “”What else can a king who is unwilling to become a puppet do but secretly struggle?””

On the surface, he was as obedient as a cat to the domineering empress dowager, but deep in his heart, he couldn’t stop wanting to first exercise and then kill the empress dowager.

“”Actually, it’s quite pitiful, but a person who can endure to this extent is also very terrifying.””

He ate the last cherry, then spat it out like a bullet.

“”Of course not, if it was anyone else.””

“”So he sent people to kill Zhuge Yan, Hao Ping, and Sang Hai Sutra just to frame the empress dowager?””

In order to move to the mountain above his head, he was willing to kill his own arm?!

What was the good of doing so?

“”Those people are still afraid of the empress dowager, and still don’t dare to help him!””

Chen Shaobai: “”An Zou, your personality is too outspoken, so you can’t understand this type of darkness.””

Mu Changyan’s actions hurt the hearts of those people who relied on the empress dowager.

They would wonder if the Empress would be merciful when she tried to get rid of me one day.

Those people will also think, if I do a very small thing for the King one day, will they all get rid of me?

Of course, this result was not that they were more loyal to the empress dowager, but that they were more afraid.

What happens when people are extremely afraid of another person? “”

“”I want to know who killed Hao Ping. Who killed Sang Hai Sutra.””

Chen Shaobai: “”No one made a move.””

“”What do you mean?””

Chen Shaobai: “”I said no one killed anyone … Say it again, no one killed anyone.””

Zhuge Yan died from taking medicine. This was what he and Mu Changyan had discussed. He was too old and would only live for a few days, so he died to cause the first chain reaction.

“”I entered Zhuge Yan’s home that day, but I just walked in and walked out without saying a word, and Zhuge Yan knew what he should do.””

“”There is a loyalty that you cannot understand. The whole thing was brought up by Zhuge Yan and he set his own death trap.””

Not just his own, but he’d planned how people would die.

“”Some of the older ones who are almost useless deserve to die.””

Chen Shaobai’s voice was somewhat low and deep, as if he was in a competitive mood.

“”I don’t know how Hao Ping died, nor do I have any interest in finding out. However, Hao An’s death should have been an accident. At the very least, Mu Changyan didn’t have any intentions of letting Hao die peacefully. After all, he was one of his helpers.

“”Right, Hao Ping also knew about this matter regarding death from the beginning.””

“”Then the Sanghai Sutra.””

Chen Shaobai made a gesture on his chest: “”That big hole, it looks very scary, right?””

He stabbed it himself … Until now, I still can’t understand how that old man who had no strength to even lift a chicken could pierce through the dagger and make a full circle with his heart.

You know, suicides don’t always choose to use a knife. It’s because pain can cause a person’s willpower to plummet, and pain can make you lose your strength.

“”So many people failed to commit suicide with a knife. Think about it, how ruthless is Sang Hai Sutra …””

He jumped down from the tree. “”I don’t understand loyalists any more than traitors.””

“”That’s cruel, isn’t it?””