Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

"Damn..."

Shi Caifeng's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and her mind momentarily went blank.

'Liu Shu' and she, though only acquainted for a few months, had already gone through quite a bit together.

From their first encounter at the Beast Hunting Camp, hunting mystical beasts in the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range, counter-killing the malicious enemy Sha Hu Liu Yue, to the indescribable and charming moments in the underground secret chamber...

She had long considered him a friend she could trust with her life.

Never did she imagine that this friend was actually someone in disguise?

He had been interacting with her all along with a fake face and identity.

A surge of anger rose from the bottom of her heart, and Shi Caifeng felt a sense of betrayal.

Unexpectedly, Lou Yi seemed to notice Shi Caifeng's resentment, walking over to her side and grabbing her wrist.

"Let me reintroduce myself, my name is Liu Yi, a disciple of the Extreme Fist Sect."

"I hid my identity because I have many enemies; it was really not on purpose."

As his power grew, reaching near invincibility unless a Martial Artist showed up, Lou Yi cared less about keeping his identity secret.

He began to understand a sentence Elder Zhang once told him:

'Train well, and strive to surpass me soon. When that day comes, you'll find that what you once thought were big deals, and what you feared might happen, are trivial.'

On the scene, seeing Lou Yi's sincere eyes and his much more handsome face compared to before, along with the warmth from their touch.

Shi Caifeng felt her heart skipping beats wildly.

'Looks like this isn't bad either...'

The anger naturally dissipated without a trace, as quickly as it came.

And after Lou Yi let go of her wrist, she unexpectedly felt a sense of loss.

Lou Yi looked at Zhan Weida and asked, "What's wrong, Weida?"

"Ah Yi, something's happened at my home!" Zhan Weida briefly explained the crisis at home to Lou Yi.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now." Lou Yi said decisively.

Mystical beasts can be hunted any day, but a brother in need on the martial world frontier can't wait a moment.

"Do you have a plan?" Zhan Weida's eyes lit up.

He came to Lou Yi merely as a last resort, not really expecting him to have a solution.

"Let me see first." Lou Yi did not rush to make any promises.

However, he did assure Zhan Weida somewhat, "I've already broken through the Minor Circulation."

"Really?" Zhan Weida was a bit surprised but didn't dwell on it too much.

Under normal circumstances, he'd dig deep into how Lou Yi advanced so fast, even surpassing the most esteemed Li Yagui and Chen Muju of the Extreme Fist Sect.

Only in a crisis like this, what use could the Minor Circulation be?

Lou Yi and his group rode swiftly on horseback, soon arriving at the outskirts of the Red Forest.

"Patriarch, we checked those hills. We've searched every place with a cave, but we haven't seen a shadow of the silver!"

"Search this area again. Look for signs of cart tracks, and trace any suspicious individuals!"

"Young Master Zhan, our people have been searching day and night without rest, their bodies can't take it anymore!"

"Can't take it? I'll double the silver, search quickly, and whoever finds it first will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver!"

"Alright, then I'll ask the gang for more people!"

Zhan's father and Zhan Weicong were directing a group of people in an urgent, round-the-clock search.

Among these were not only servants of the Zhan Family but also hired personnel from other factions, like disciples from the River Gang and Lin Gang.

Everyone knew, the dark silver couldn't be taken to the city, nor could it be openly transported by water now.

Except for hiding in this vast forest, there was no other way.

But knowing is one thing.

The longer it takes to find where the silver is hidden, the greater the possibility the Xu Family has already moved it away in batches.

Therefore, the Zhan Family couldn't care less about other factions coveting the silver—they could only take the risk.

To prevent the Xu Family from interfering.

The Zhan Family rarely even reported to the authorities, involving official forces.

On the scene, a few gray-clad archers were sitting idly, yawning out of boredom.

'Clippity-clop!'

In the distance came the crisp sound of horse hooves.

Zhan Weida rode swiftly like the wind. After dismounting, he approached his brother and father alone, and whispered, "I've found help, come over here."

In their puzzled eyes.

Zhan Weida led them to a secluded spot, Lou Yi suddenly stepped out from behind a tree.

"Hello, uncle." Lou Yi slightly bowed to Zhan's father.

But he completely ignored Zhan Weicong, whose eyes were wide open alongside him.

"Hello there." Zhan's father replied hesitantly, unsure of Lou Yi's identity.

"Who is he?" Naturally, as he had never met Lou Yi, Patriarch Zhan didn't recognize him.

"My brother, Liu Yi." Zhan Weida whispered, causing Zhan Weicong to frown.

"I want to ask, are you sure Young Master Long is hiding in Cyan Cloud Manor? And..."

Lou Yi hadn't finished when Zhan Weicong impatiently interrupted.

"I thought someone important was coming, turns out it's you.

That bullshit Young Master Long is indeed at Cyan Cloud Manor, my people have been outside watching, and haven't seen him leave.

But what do you want to do? Planning to snatch someone by force?" Zhan Weicong said irritably, "You should know, there are two renowned wielders stationed at Cyan Cloud Manor! Each of them is a Full Cycle Martial Artist! If you really care, why not help us find the silver here..."

"Is Old Master Xu in the manor?" Lou Yi cut him off again and asked.

"How could someone like Soul Shattering Saber be staying there?" Zhan Weicong responded with annoyance, stopping abruptly in mid-sentence.

Because Lou Yi had already turned and walked away, completely ignoring him.

He could only direct his dissatisfaction back at Zhan Weida: "Don't you know how busy father and I are right now, wasting our precious time just to see this irrelevant person?"

Zhan Weida angrily retorted, "Liu Yi is my brother, he especially came from the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range to help me this time, watch your damn mouth..."

"Alright, alright, like he can actually help." Zhan Weicong sneered.

"That young fellow just now was?" Zhan's father asked.

"Dad, he's that country bumpkin with no potential I've told you about. What kind of people does Weida associate with?

Well, forget it, we best rely on ourselves and continue searching for the silver." Zhan Weicong said with a bit of dejection.

Upon hearing this, Zhan's father said nothing more, clearly holding no hope for Lou Yi either.

Seeing their attitude, Zhan Weida felt a surge of repressed anger in his chest.

"What if my brother can help us solve this predicament?"

"If he can do that, I'll kneel and kowtow to him three times on the spot!" Zhan Weicong replied scornfully.

"Fine, you said it!" Zhan Weida said angrily.

It's just that he didn't have much confidence either, not knowing how Lou Yi could assist him.

On the other hand.

Lou Yi, along with siblings Shi Caifeng, raced on horseback towards Cyan Cloud Manor.

"What's that pretty boy pretending?" Shi Qingde and Shi Caifeng, who had just hidden behind the trees, naturally saw Lou Yi's interaction with the Zhan Family members.

Feeling quite indignant towards the impolite Zhan Weicong.

Hearing Shi Qingde refer to the other as a pretty boy, Lou Yi glanced at Qingde's even fairer face, unable to hold back a laugh: "A clown that jumps around, don't bother with him."

"What do you plan to do?" Shi Caifeng rode close to Lou Yi, poking her head forward.

Her enchanting eyes seemed glued to Lou Yi, making the scar on her face appear oddly charming.

"What do you think?" Lou Yi didn't answer, remaining inscrutably enigmatic, making Shi Caifeng gnash her teeth in frustration.

...

Cyan Cloud Manor, an inner courtyard.

In the courtyard, two young men in luxurious attire were playing Go on a stone table.

Several beautiful maidservants stood nearby, fanning with palm fans, occasionally handing over peeled purple grapes thoughtfully.

'Tap!'

A black piece landed, followed by a soft chuckle.

"You lost." The speaker appeared to be in his twenties, wearing a blue silk robe, with a handsome appearance and a proud expression—it was Xu Haoyin, the eldest son of the Xu Family.

"Young master, your chess skills are remarkable, I am ashamed of my inadequacy!" The other person seemed about the same age, wearing a golden silkworm outfit, with a high forehead and distinctive visage.

If Zhan Weicong were here, he would surely rush forward shouting to settle accounts with this person.

Because he was the Young Master Long who tricked the Zhan Family out of eight hundred thousand taels of silver, allegedly the eldest son of the Long Family from the Central Plains.

...