"Secondly, your Paradise Sect has been increasingly active lately, even stealing a large batch of Cloth Armor materials. What exactly are you trying to do?"
"Tell me the answers to these two questions, and I might let you go."
Han Suyun’s face was extremely unsightly, as these two questions struck at the heart. Yet, he dared not refuse to answer.
"Even if I wanted to tell you, I can’t, because I have never seen the true face of the Hall Master. Any instructions come through messages he sends, and I execute accordingly."
"If I want to report to him, it’s also done through letters."
"As for what they plan to do, that’s definitely beyond my reach."
Zhao Ya looked at him and suddenly laughed.
Han Suyun was creeped out by the laughter and couldn’t help asking, "What...what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing. You’re probably wondering why your antidote didn’t work, right?" Zhao Ya spoke slowly.
Han Suyun nearly exclaimed in shock.
"You want to know how I knew, right? Actually, I not only knew you were secretly trying to detoxify yourself while talking, but I also know there’s a Hidden Weapon under your chair. As soon as I dared to come over, you’d trigger it and kill me, right?"
Han Suyun was completely dumbfounded.
He truly couldn’t figure out how Zhao Ya knew all this.
"It’s actually quite simple. If I were you, I’d also do everything possible to stall for time, to give myself a chance to detoxify, but you were too calm."
"Although you kept appearing weak to me the whole time, your eyes occasionally drifted under your feet, that’s when I knew you definitely had another trick up your sleeve."
"So what? If you don’t dare to come over, then retreat quickly; otherwise, when dawn breaks, you won’t even be able to leave if you wanted to!" Han Suyun spoke with a fake strong demeanor, though inwardly panicked.
He was indeed very anxious now.
Because he had tried all sorts of ways to detoxify, but his mind’s dizziness showed no improvement.
"No need to bother. Though most of the drug I used belongs to your Paradise Sect, I spent a great effort to mix it into the right proportions. Just the number of stray dogs that died outside the city wasn’t less than dozens, so you can’t detoxify it anytime soon."
"As for your last resort..."
Zhao Ya naturally took out a Hand Crossbow from his sleeve.
"Sorry, I have one too!"
Han Suyun was on the verge of collapse.
He had never encountered such a troublesome opponent before and shouted hysterically, "If you kill me, you’ll never find the lost Cloth Armor material from the Ning Family. You’ll never guess where I hid it..."
"The few residential buildings nearest to the warehouse."
Han Suyun’s voice came to an abrupt stop.
Zhao Ya continued, "If I’m not mistaken, that night after you drugged the guards, you took people to move all those materials to a few residential houses."
"Because all of you are skilled in Martial Arts, something very hard for ordinary people to accomplish was easy for you."
"You even wiped all the footprints on the ground afterwards. Am I right?"
Looking at the composed youth before him, Han Suyun finally felt a hint of fear.
From the moment he entered until now, in such a short time, Han Suyun felt his intelligence had been completely crushed multiple times.
"Standing against our Paradise Sect like this, aren’t you afraid of dying without a burial ground?" Han Suyun roared, his once beautiful face turning malevolent with the fear of death.
"You’ve got it wrong. It’s not that I insist on opposing your Paradise Sect; rather, your Paradise Sect has been opposing me all along."
"From Cheng Jingxue causing disaster, to Sui Meimei’s sudden intrigue, and this time you intentionally approaching Meng Shiwen, it has been your Paradise Sect initiating the trouble with me, so..."
Zhao Ya pulled the trigger, and with a twang, the Crossbow Arrow shot out.
Han Suyun shouted and tried to dodge, but affected by a dozen kinds of drugs, his limbs were limp and he couldn’t move.
Thunk.
The arrow pierced into his chest, spurting a line of blood.
"You bastard, the Paradise Sect won’t let you go!" Han Suyun cursed venomously.
But in response, another Crossbow Arrow was shot at him.
This arrow landed right in his throat.
Han Suyun’s body shook violently, his eyes widened, and he died from a lack of breath.
Even so, Zhao Ya was still cautious, kicking the chair in front, smashing it onto Han Suyun’s body.
Han Suyun’s body was flipped over, revealing a carefully constructed mechanism under the chair.
After thoroughly destroying the mechanism, Zhao Ya finally cautiously approached Han Suyun’s body, beginning the familiar task of searching the corpse.
Although it had been a long time since he practiced the actions of searching a corpse, he appeared utterly unhesitant.
As smoothly as flowing water, Zhao Ya stripped Han Suyun of everything he had, then dragged his body and those of Qu Xiaoxiao and the others together, doused them with kerosene, and set them aflame.
This was a remote area, so there was no need to worry about the fire spreading. Thus, in an instant, these bodies and the small courtyard plunged into a sea of flames.
Zhao Ya silently watched from afar until he was sure those bodies had burned up, then he finally turned and left.
When he got home, it was almost dawn.
Zhao Ya didn’t disturb Zui’Er but instead took out the spoils of his mission in the side room.
There were a dozen bottles of powder, very familiar to Zhao Ya, all common drugs used by the Paradise Sect.
In addition, there were some loose silver taels.
Among these, several small packets of powder drew Zhao Ya’s attention.
He put on gloves, carefully opened one packet, and found some pink powder inside.
The powder emitted an alluring fragrance, like a devil, enticing human desires from the depths of the heart.
Zhao Ya’s expression tightened, then he carefully repackaged the powder.
The entire action was extremely cautious, afraid of even the slightest contamination.
If Zhao Ya was not mistaken, this powder should be the one Qu Xiaoxiao mentioned, allowing one to ascend to Paradise’s Immortal Elixir.
But Zhao Ya felt this stuff was far from any Immortal Elixir, but rather an evil thing plunging people into an abyss.
Paradise Sect’s use of this to control people was evident of its wickedness.
Now that he thought about it, the Paradise Sect was increasingly resembling the legendary Demon Sect.
Their slogan claimed they could save people from the Five Turbid Evil World and bring them to Paradise, yet secretly they used such disgraceful methods to control people.
Additionally, many of their followers practiced Charm Art and Enchanting Technique, and combined with the frequent actions of the Paradise Sect lately, displayed significant ambition.
To this, Zhao Ya could only sigh softly.
He knew that the Paradise Sect was likely just the tip of the iceberg in this chaotic world.
With the decline of the Great Yan imperial court, the separatist tendencies in various counties were already very clear.
And not only the Paradise Sect harbored ambition.
He packed away everything, carefully storing the Paradise Immortal Medicine, then quickly washed up, told Zui’Er, who had just woken up, and left the house again.
Even though Ning Shan had gone to bed late yesterday, she still got up early.
In reality, she hadn’t slept well all night, plagued by various nightmares.
One moment she dreamt of bandits breaking into her home and causing bloodshed; the next moment, she dreamt of the Zhu Family forcing her family to pay back money quickly, or they would make her sell herself to pay it off.
These chaotic dreams left Ning Shan exhausted, so she simply got up, spacing out for a while before barely mustering the spirit to see her father.
Ning Shanfeng also hadn’t slept well.
Father and daughter faced each other in silence.
After a long time, Ning Shan stood up and said, "I’ll go see Young Hero Zhao again later to see if he’s found anything."
Ning Shanfeng sighed, "Go have a look, but it’s best not to hold too much hope and prepare to leave early."
Ning Shan looked downcast, nodding silently.
At this moment, a person suddenly ran in from outside – it was the Ning Mansion’s messenger servant.
"Master, Miss, good news, good news!"
"What good news?" Ning Shanfeng asked.
"Master Zhao...Master Zhao has found it." The servant was so excited he was incoherent.
Father and daughter were confused, and just then, Zhao Ya walked in holding a piece of cloth.
"Take a look, is this the cloth you lost?"