With that said, Qiao Wuzui, Ye Jianhuang, and Gui Jianchou all looked at Zhou Wencheng.
Zhou Wencheng nodded. "Alright, I’ll go first, and I’ll leave my back to you. Let’s take that old scoundrel’s head first. As for how to divide the spoils, we can discuss that later!"
Qiao Wuzui nodded. "With your word, Big Brother Zhou, you get first pick of the good stuff!"
Zhou Wencheng asked, "Who’s leading the way?"
Song Deke stood up straight at the door.
No sooner had he led everyone inside than several disciples lying in ambush at the door pounced on Zhou Wencheng.
These disciples hadn’t been with the sect for long—none for more than a year—but they were truly loyal to the Saint.
One disciple thrust his sword at Zhou Wencheng’s chest. The character for ’shatter’ suddenly appeared on the blade. It was unclear if Zhou Wencheng had written it, as no one saw his hand move.
The disciple’s sword instantly shattered. The fragments flew at the attacking disciples, riddling them with holes like sieves.
Several disciples died instantly. Only one, who had a robust physique and hadn’t suffered a fatal wound, survived. He pulled a Cone from his robes, intending to charge Zhou Wencheng and fight again.
Just as the Cone was about to pierce Zhou Wencheng’s clothes, it suddenly fell to the ground.
The disciple noticed his hand was smoking.
There was no fire, only smoke. The disciple touched his right hand; the brittle skin immediately broke, and his entire arm dissolved into smoke and vanished.
The disciple, trembling all over, didn’t know what to do.
Ye Jianhuang glanced at him, expressionless.
Smoke continued to rise from the disciple’s wound. A gust of wind blew, and his entire body turned into a wisp of ash.
The Cone on the ground was clearly a Spiritual Object. Everyone else was too lazy to pick it up, but Pan Dehai didn’t mind. He retrieved the Cone and tucked it into his robes.
Not letting things go to waste was a virtuous act.
Song Deke, who was leading the way, was so frightened he wet his pants. He didn’t dare look back, muttering softly, "Seniors, heroes, their actions have nothing to do with me! I’m genuinely guiding you."
Zhou Wencheng remained silent, and Song Deke grew increasingly afraid as he walked.
Qiao Wuzui laughed. "Scared out of your wits? How about a good drink to bolster your courage?"
Mu Yuejuan sneered. "I don’t think it’s a matter of courage. He’s walking so slowly because his legs are failing him. Ah Gui, cut off his legs and have your Ghost Servant carry him."
Gui Jianchou actually began to discuss it with Song Deke. "I think that’s a good idea. Cutting off your legs will hurt a bit, but afterward, you won’t have to walk anymore. Someone will carry you. All things considered, you’d come out ahead."
Song Deke hurriedly quickened his pace, leading everyone to the Saint’s bedroom. They didn’t see the Saint along the way, only disciples surrendering one after another. The arrival of these formidable figures at the residence had shattered the disciples’ will to resist.
At the bedroom door, Song Deke called out, "Master, they’re here!"
When there was no response from the bedroom, Song Deke said, "Esteemed guests, please wait here a moment while I go announce your arrival."
Zhou Wencheng laughed.
With a Ghost Servant scouting ahead, Zhou Wencheng pushed open the main doors and led the group straight into the bedroom.
This so-called bedroom was more like a sleeping palace, with multiple sections. They searched it thoroughly but found neither the Saint nor the Jade Seal.
Mu Yuejuan whispered, ""
All eyes turned to the Greenwater Beggar. He remained silent, which seemed to suggest that He Jiaqing was the most likely culprit.
The Greenwater Beggar still wanted to emphasize that he had nothing to do with He Jiaqing, but saying so now seemed pointless.
Song Deke said, "Master might not be in the bedroom. Let’s search elsewhere."
They searched the entire residence from top to bottom, finding over a hundred Magical Treasures and Spiritual Objects, along with mountains of gold and silver. However, they still hadn’t found the Saint or the Jade Seal.
The Greenwater Beggar said, "Since that old scoundrel has fled, this trip has been a waste of time for me. You can divide these fine things among yourselves. I’ll take my leave."
A swirl of smoke enveloped the Greenwater Beggar. Ye Jianhuang laughed. "Thinking of leaving? Not so easy, is it?"
The Greenwater Beggar touched the pustules on his face. "What, are you trying to give me trouble?"
Qiao Wuzui took a swig from his wine jug. "You brought He Jiaqing here, and he took the Jade Seal. You owe us an explanation, don’t you?"
"I merely encountered He Jiaqing on the road. If you want the Jade Seal, go ask He Jiaqing for it." The Greenwater Beggar made to leave, but two Ghost Servants blocked his path.
Gui Jianchou said, "You can leave after things are cleared up."
Cui Tiq, who had been lagging at the rear and was nearly asleep, suddenly perked up.
Given their strength, if these individuals attacked, the Greenwater Beggar was sure to die. Cui Tiq didn’t want anything else; he just hoped they would leave his Grandmaster’s body intact.
Mu Yuejuan didn’t give the Greenwater Beggar another chance to speak. An erotic painting materialized before his eyes.
This was no painting of springtime scenery, but a precious scroll depicting the vital act of human procreation, featuring one man and two women.
Upon seeing it, the pustules all over the Greenwater Beggar’s body burst uncontrollably, splattering pus everywhere.
Ye Jianhuang filled his pipe, took a puff, and the smoke enveloped the Greenwater Beggar. Within the smoke, all the pus turned to dust and fell to the ground.
Qiao Wuzui belched, and the potent smell of alcohol washed over them. The Greenwater Beggar felt a wave of dizziness.
Ghost Servants attacked from all directions, wielding their Weapons and surrounding the Greenwater Beggar. He was unable to fend them off and was quickly covered in wounds.