Chapter 455: The Mystery Behind Yu Zhenghai’s Death

“Si Wuya,” Lu Zhou suddenly called out.

Si Wuya’s heart skipped a beat as he was pulled back from his thoughts.

“You want to explore the mysteries of the world... and I won’t say anything about that. As for what you’ve said, I’ll make a decision after I find the memory crystal.” Lu Zhou was effectively telling Si Wuya that even if he tried to cover his narration with heavenly flowers, he, as the master, would not easily believe him. If his memory crystal could provide answers, it was imperative that he find it. However, the realm of the Other Tribes in Rongxi and Rongbei was vast. How was he supposed to find it? This was, indeed, a difficult problem.

Si Wuya seemed delighted at Lu Zhou’s response. He did not mind that his master did not believe him. At the very least, his master did not blame him. As for the crystal, all he had to do was to think of a way to find it. Nobody knew the answer anyway. Whether it was the method of severing the Golden Lotus or sprouting leaves without a Golden Lotus, the appearance of a Nine-leaf cultivator would eventually usher in a new era in this world!

Lu Zhou was still thinking about what else to say when two voices rang from outside.

“Greetings, master!”

“Greetings, master!”

One voice was louder than the other. They sounded as if they were straining their voices to see who could speak louder.

Little Yuan’er placed her hands on her hips and said, “Eighth Senior Brother, it’s useless for you to shout. You can’t go in!”

“Little Junior Sister, let me in, and I’ll treat you to something delicious in the future. Come on...”

“No!” Little Yuan’er mercilessly rejected Zhu Honggong.

“...”

The bickering outside made Lu Zhou frown. He waved his hand and opened the door with his energy. Then, he projected his voice, “Let him in.”

Little Yuan’er pulled a face at Zhu Honggong before stepping aside.

Zhu Honggong chuckled and said, “You’re the best, Little Junior Sister. It’d be even better if you smile more often.” Then, he sprinted into the eastern pavilion at once.

Little Yuan’er scoffed. Then, she flew onto a beam outside the eastern pavilion. She sat between the characters of ‘eastern pavilion’ and saw Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng approaching as well. She smiled and said, “Hey there, want to come in?”

“Huh? No, we’re leaving! We’re leaving right now...” Pan Zhong pulled Zhou Jifeng and headed in a different direction.

‘Let’s go. She’s trying to use reverse psychology on us. We can’t fall for it!’

The two of them vanished in no time at all.

Little Yuan’er touched her face and pouted as she muttered, “I smiled...”

Meanwhile, Zhu Honggong walked in and fell on his knees before he kowtowed. “Please forgive Seventh Senior Brother, master!” He was here to plead on Si Wuya’s behalf. He had no other intentions or schemes.

Lu Zhou looked at Zhu Honggong and asked, “You’re pleading on his behalf?”

“Master, Seventh Senior Brother isn’t the kind of person you think he is!” Zhu Honggong emboldened himself and explained. “If it weren’t for Seventh Senior Brother, Eldest Senior Brother would’ve died a long time ago. Even Second Senior Brother would’ve difficulty staying alive! Master... Seventh Senior Brother really isn’t the kind of person you think he is!”

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhou frowned slightly.

Before Lu Zhou could say anything, Si Wuya stood up and said, “It’s meaningless to mention those things. Old Eighth, that’s enough.”

“Wait,” Lu Zhou said in a deep voice. Then, he looked at Zhu Honggong and said, “Old Eighth, continue.”

Zhu Honggong’s expression was grim as he said, “Seventh Senior Brother went to beg the old monk from the Heaven Choice Temple to save my life. He kneeled there for three days before the old monk gave him the zen tunic! When I returned to the Evil Sky Pavilion, I decided to help Seventh Senior Brother even if it meant putting my own life on the line... You can choose to punish me, master, but I can’t turn against the person who helped me!”

“Second Senior Brother has a short life to begin with. Seventh Senior Brother was the one who scoured Great Yan to gather the runes and inscribe them on the Longevity Sword. As for Eldest Senior Brother...”

Zhu Honggong had barely started talking about Yu Zhenghai when Si Wuya sternly said, “Shut up.”

Zhu Honggong was so shocked that he fell silent immediately.

Lu Zhou suddenly waved his palm and sent out a hand seal!

Smack!

It struck Si Wuya on the cheek.

Lu Zhou’s gaze was pointed as he asked, “Do you think you’re great? Do you think you can carry everything on your shoulders? Do you want to be the hero? Fine, I can grant you your wish!” Then, he pushed his palm out.

Si Wuya shuddered as he saw a huge hand seal flying toward him. Yet, he was powerless to resist. He did not dodge. Instead, he chose to close his eyes. ‘Just as well. It’s over now.’

Bam!

Si Wuya was baffled. He did not feel any pain. Fear lingered in his heart as he opened his eyes. He discovered his body was uninjured as well. However, he noticed the remnants of a shattered chair around him.

Lu Zhou retracted his palm and said, “Zhu Hongggong.”

Zhu Honggong glanced at Si Wuya. He emboldened himself again and said, “Seventh Senior Brother, I don’t understand. What’s there to be so secretive about? It’s the truth that Eldest Senior Brother had died once! It’s also the truth that you’ve saved him!”

“He died once?” Lu Zhou was puzzled. How could a dead man be revived?

At this moment, Mingshi Yin showed up outside the eastern pavilion.

Little Yuan’er jumped down from her perch on the beam.

Mingshi Yin merely patted her head. She did not bar his way into the hall. As he entered the hall, he said, “It’s true that Eldest Senior Brother has died once, and it’s also true that Seventh Junior Brother saved his life. Master... You ordered me to investigate the Darknet, and I did... I stumbled across Seventh Junior Brother’s personal log. In it, the date of Eldest Senior Brother’s death was written there!” He produced a simple-looking note from his pocket and presented it to Lu Zhou with both hands.

When he saw the piece of paper, Si Wuya furrowed his brows as he regarded Mingshi Yin with shock.

Lu Zhou took the piece of paper. The entries read:

“Great Yan Yong Qing, Year 154, March 24th. Eldest Senior Brother died.”

“Great Yan Yong Qing, Year 154, March 28th. Poured water on him. Eldest Senior Brother remains lifeless.”

“Great Yan Yong Qing, Year 154, April 4th. Poured water on him.”

“Great Yan Yong Qing, Year 154, May 2nd. Poured water on him. Eldest Senior Brother came back to life.”

Upon seeing Lu Zhou’s solemn and grim expression, Mingshi Yin fell to his knees as he said, “I was wrong to not present the personally log right away!”

Zhu Honggong prostrated himself and dared not move.

Si Wuya kneeled with a blank expression on his face.

The dates and the procedure on the personal log were recorded with much details. No matter how cunning Si Wuya was, he could not have possibly prepared this in advance to fool others.

Lu Zhou’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the words ‘came back to life’. He did not know if he was happy or sad. In fact, he did not know how he should feel or what he should think. He was an outsider, to begin with. He should have been indifferent to all these things. He should not feel pity for the rascal. As a transmigrator, he should be cold and heartless. The world was too huge and the hearts of men were too evil. He could very well lose his head if he was not careful. From the moment he transmigrated here, he knew he could not be soft-hearted. It was not easy to find one’s footing in a dog-eat-dog world.

The Evil Sky Pavilion had suffered much since its founding. Even Ji Tiandao, and Lu Zhou, had no choice but to resolutely continue down this path.

There was no need to ask any more questions. It was better to wait for Yu Zhenghai to personally speak about this than to question these disciples in front of him.

Lu Zhou could not lose his composure, and he would not lose his composure.

Mingshi Yin said, “I have another report. A Confucian sect elite, Zuo Yushu, wishes to meet you.”

Lu Zhou acted as though he did not hear Mingshi Yin’s words. He frowned deeply, his expression indicated that he was deep in thought. Occasionally, his eyes would brighten.

A moment later, Mingshi Yin repeated his words, “Master, a Confucian sect elite, Zuo Yushu, wishes to meet you.”

“Send her away.”