C45 Remnant Clue

The entire Grand Preceptor's estate was still immersed in immense grief. Within a few days, Wen Renhe and his wife had both died. This was an indescribable loss for both the imperial court and the family.

Especially Wen Qingqing, for the past few days she had been crying so much that she had become teary. No matter who she put up with this kind of thing, it would be hard for her to accept.

He had personally killed Wen Renhe. Although they did not want to believe it, Wen Qingqing had seen it all with her own eyes, and the monks of the Imperial City Temple had also seen it. Even if they did not believe it, it was still an irrefutable fact.

Everyone was crying in pain when the murderer suddenly entered Grand Preceptor Wen's estate, following closely by his side.

When Wen Qingqing, whose mood was already unstable, saw this scene, she suddenly became furious and shouted angrily: "Grandfather, why is the murderer still alive? He should have already been executed."

At this moment, Wen Qingqing was like a completely different person compared to a few days ago. The white bonnet on her head was like her pale face, making people unable to help but feel regret and pain.

Her swollen and black eyes were filled with sorrow and fatigue, and her beautiful and charming face seemed lifeless like it had not seen sunlight for a long time.

However, after seeing Yun Feixue, a hint of anger suddenly surfaced on her sickly face. Perhaps it was because she was truly angry when she saw that Yun Feixue was still alive.

"Don't be rude, there's someone else behind the murderer, it has nothing to do with him!" Grand Preceptor Wen tried his best to maintain a calm tone. Of course, he could understand Wen Qingqing's feelings, but Yun Feixue's innocence had already been proven. If she continued pestering him, only God knew what the consequences would be.

"Grandfather, he's the culprit. I saw it with my own eyes, so why isn't it related to him anymore?" Wen Qingqing could not believe her own ears.

"It might not be true if you saw it with your own eyes. He has already proven in front of all the officials that he had nothing to do with your father's death. Stop causing trouble." Grand Preceptor Wen said.

"No, that's not it. He is the murderer. He must have deceived you. You were all deceived by him. He is the murderer …"

As Wen Qingqing spoke, she rushed over and grabbed onto Yun Feixue with the intent to make a move. However, there were quite a few experts in the Grand Preceptor's estate who had wanted to do so as well.

He was powerless to struggle, while Wen Qingqing was crying bitterly, her heart-wrenching look made his heart break, but how could Yun Feixue do anything about it? He had no other choice, perhaps only after Wen Qingqing had completely calmed down would he be able to explain everything clearly.

"I'm really sorry for your father's death. Right now, I'm also here to investigate the culprit. I believe that the emperor will soon send someone here to investigate the truth." Yun Feixue sighed and said.

"You are the murderer, the person you killed …" Wen Qingqing was still shouting in a heart-wrenching manner.

Yun Feixue ignored the sorrowful Wen Qingqing. Under Grand Preceptor Wen's lead, he walked into the Grand Preceptor's estate. He really didn't want to see Wen Qingqing's grieving expression right now.

Not only did this make his heart ache, it also caused his wounds to feel a tearing pain.

After walking through several corridors, Grand Preceptor Wen stopped in front of a building. "This is the place where he spends the most time. He usually handles large and small matters here. You go, but I won't be going in."

"Alright, thank you, Grand Preceptor Wen." Yun Feixue bowed, then slowly pushed open the door and entered.

In this huge space, the most eye-catching thing were the rows and rows of neatly arranged gold, silver, and copper cauldrons on both sides of the walls. If any cauldron here was placed in the market, it would probably be considered a priceless treasure.

Next was the long ancient wooden desk with the pen, ink, paper and paper on it. There was also a pile of unknown information on paper.

The censer was still emitting a fresh and refreshing scent. The silence in the room was so quiet that one could even hear their own heartbeats. Yun Feixue's footsteps were crisp and melodious in the room.

He did not recklessly flip through these things. Wanting to find any useful information within these dazzling objects was not something that could be done in a short period of time.

Besides, if there really were some valuable secrets here, Wen Renhe couldn't possibly place them in a conspicuous place.

Yun Feixue walked over to the table and sat down on an ancient wooden chair with a carved pattern on it. It seemed like he didn't do anything, but a powerful soul power had already covered every corner of the room.

For others, it might be extremely difficult to find any clues, but for someone like him who had reached the third level of the Soul Art, as long as he accurately covered every nook and cranny of the room with his soul power, finding something of value wouldn't be difficult. Even though it would consume a lot of his energy and stamina.

However, in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, his soul power wasn't able to find anything useful within the room. He even used his soul power to cover the entire building, but the result was the same.

"Strange, did he really not leave any clues here?" Yun Feixue retracted his soul power and muttered to himself.

Wen Renhe was undoubtedly a member of the Golden Dragon Guards, and he himself should also be very clear that many Golden Dragon Guard members did not know of each other's identities. However, there would inevitably be a day when nothing happened to this position, just like what happened to Wen Ren and his current situation.

Yun Feixue began to use his naked eyes to observe every corner of the room. After a while, he still did not manage to find anything as he helplessly shook his head.

But when he dragged the chair with his hands, he found that the chair he was sitting on did not move at all.

"The chair is fixed?" Yun Feixue frowned and bent over to take a look. Indeed, this chair was actually fixed on the ground, which made Yun Feixue curious. Normally, it was only a table, but this was the first time he saw a chair pinned to the ground.

There must be something behind this anomaly. Yun Feixue stood up and carefully sized up the chair that was entirely made of purple wood. By chance, he saw a wooden button beside the chair's armrest.

Gently pressing down, Yun Feixue once again pushed it away, only to discover that this chair could easily move back and forth.

So that's how it was. This chair was equipped with a mechanism and could only be moved after the button was pressed. However, this made Yun Feixue feel even weirder. A chair … Was there a need to make it so complicated?

Then, Yun Feixue moved the chair again. He discovered that this chair could not only move back and forth, it could also move horizontally, vertically, or even diagonally. However, compared to ordinary chairs, it lacked agility and convenience.

After a long while, Yun Feixue still could not find anything. It was as if this structure was designed to allow him to move a chair as high as he could.

However, the more it was like this, the more Yun Feixue felt that something was amiss. This was because he discovered that even his own soul power was unable to seep into the chair, so there was definitely something fishy going on.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Yun Feixue didn't want to cause any violent damage. After all, this was the Grand Preceptor's estate, and Wen Qingqing firmly believed that she was his arch enemy.

Standing up, Yun Feixue looked around helplessly. Suddenly, his gaze landed on the slightly complicated lines on the table.

These patterns seemed to be ordinary carving patterns, but just as Yun Feixue was struggling to move the chair, he realized that this pattern was not that simple.

It seemed to be somewhat similar to the mechanism path under the chair. Yun Feixue quickly swept through the junk on the table. After a few minutes, his eyes lit up as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"Wen Renhe, ah, Wen Renhe. You really put in a lot of effort!" Yun Feixue muttered to himself.

He pushed the chair again, but this time he didn't push it recklessly. He began to move from side to side, up and down, according to the pattern on the desk.

After continuously going back and forth a dozen times, Yun Feixue took a deep breath and fiercely pushed his chair forward.

On a bookshelf not far away from him, a grid of books suddenly loosened up. Then, without any forewarning, it opened up to reveal a small space inside, a secret compartment.

Yun Feixue suppressed his excitement and walked towards the bookshelf. Inside the secret compartment was a pile of unknown information, which Yun Feixue quickly took out from the secret compartment.

Opening the blank cover, the first page appeared before Yun Feixue's eyes. On it were numerous names arranged neatly. On the first line of these names, there was a list of Golden Dragon Guards.

Seeing this line of words, Yun Feixue could clearly feel his heart beating rapidly. Indeed, as he expected, although Wen Renhe was also a member of the Golden Dragon Guard, he would not be so foolish as to only listen to his master's commands like a dog.

Most of these names Yun Feixue did not recognize, but there were some that he knew. For example, Zhang Yuanba, Zhang Ke, Tan Dong …

This list was definitely not complete, but it was shocking enough, because many of the names here were imperial court officials, and also many famous figures of the martial arts world.

This actually wasn't that big of a deal, because the Golden Dragon Guards themselves belonged to Dongfang Jianxiong, which was equivalent to one of Dongfang Jianxiong's personal guards. They only knew how to carry out the emperor's orders, otherwise they wouldn't be under anyone's jurisdiction.

However, when Yun Feixue saw what Ren He had written on the second page, he instantly felt a chill run down his spine.

If what he said was true, then not only would this so-called Golden Dragon Guard not be the emperor's most capable assistant, it might even become a sharp blade placed on Dongfang Jianxiong's neck.