The bodies of Wang Jun and Wang Ruyu lay on the ground, the murderer long gone, leaving those present with varying expressions.

The Langya Wang Clan has endured for a millennium, retreating only during times of chaos, yet always noble as royalty.

Even in modern society, they remain one of the top noble families in Xia Country.

The Wang Family’s influence penetrates the military, politics, and commerce, and although their name is not widely known among the public, their descendants hold far greater status than the so-called Four Young Masters of the Capital City.

Wang Jun,

Wang Qi’s only heir from his lineage, had the authority to command part of the Wang Family’s Hidden Guards, naturally holding a significant position.

And now,

he died just like that, silent and unnoticed!

Wang Qi, bedridden for years and unable to live without medication, ensured the presence of a doctor in the residence.

And,

a top-notch doctor at that.

"Mr. Wang."

After carefully examining the two corpses on the ground, Doctor Kang furrowed his brows, puzzled, and spoke:

"It’s very strange, Young Master Jun has no wounds as if he suddenly stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating."

"Otherwise..."

"An autopsy?"

The condition of the bodies was exceedingly unusual, unlike anything he had learned, and only an autopsy could potentially reveal the cause.

"Understood," Wang Qi lowered his brows, speaking slowly:

"You may leave first."

"Yes."

Doctor Kang agreed, signaling for the bodies to be taken away, leaving the decision to conduct an autopsy to the Wang Family.

Once everyone had left, Wang Qi suddenly breathed heavily, his legless body bending like a shrimp as he coughed violently.

He even coughed up blood.

"Master!"

"Father!"

The two women hurried forward, anxiety written across their faces.

Wang Zixi subconsciously reached out to support him, but her movements halted mid-air, her expression shifting.

Though she acknowledged their relationship, she did not feel close to the disabled man before her.

After all,

he was the one who caused the deaths of her mother and sister.

Yet seeing Wang Qi cough blood, she unexpectedly felt a pang of worry and an ache in her heart.

No!

I don’t care about his life or death.

I only want to leverage the Wang Family’s power to benefit myself; if he dies, I lose my support.

That’s the only reason I care.

That’s all there is to it!

"I’m fine."

Wang Qi stopped coughing, lightly shook his head, and forced a smile at Wang Zixi:

"Don’t worry."

Wang Zixi remained silent, her face cold.

"Unexpectedly..." Wang Qi leaned back, resting against a soft pillow, a complex expression in his eyes:

"After all these years, I felt the same oppressive force in a Daoist as that person had."

"Ha!"

"I don’t even have the courage to stop him!"

As he spoke, his face flushed, his breath became labored, his body shook slightly, and the beautiful woman beside him looked worried again.

"Whew..."

Wang Qi exhaled deeply, steadying himself before continuing:

"Investigate the background of this Daoist; his silent killing method is astounding."

"And about the Library Pavilion, how did not a single one of the twenty or so Hidden Guards survive?"

These were elite soldiers groomed with great effort by the Wang Family, each a top military warrior.

If fully equipped, twenty or so could sweep through small countries.

And now,

they died unexplained and unclear!

"Zixi."

He sighed:

"It seems I was wrong; this Daoist’s skills are extraordinary. He shouldn’t be regarded as an ordinary Warlock."

"If we can recruit him, it would greatly assist you!"

"Father," Wang Zixi spoke:

"Daoist Fang seems to be a true recluse, uninterested in wealth, power, or even beauty."

"Moreover..."

"He’s too dangerous!"

Her words even made the uninvolved beautiful woman nod in agreement.

Fang Zheng is exceedingly dangerous; though appearing calm and graceful, he can strike ruthlessly.

Even while killing, his face remains serene, as if not killing a person but a mere chicken.

Even the Wang Family must carefully deliberate and plan before killing, lest they invite trouble.

But Fang Zheng is different!

He kills without regard for identity, background, or potential retaliation, seemingly reacting with brute anger and killing without mercy.

The key is,

his methods are terrifying.

No one knows how he kills; a mere glance, and Wang Jun and the others lost their lives.

"Daoist Fang is indeed dangerous."

Wang Qi nodded:

"But ultimately, he’s human, not an Immortal. As long as one is human, there are needs, and even if not, needs can be created."

"Cough, cough!"

He bent over, coughing dryly, speaking in a muffled voice:

"There’s no need to cultivate him as a confidant; such a person can’t be cultivated. Just making him owe you a favor is enough."

"A favor could be invaluable when necessary!"

Saying this, he sighed hopelessly.

If he had known Fang Zheng’s capabilities earlier, he would not have hesitated to trade his Talismanic Magic for a favor by allowing him to view the Library Pavilion.

Now...

it’s too late to say anything.

"With Wang Qi’s death, some will undoubtedly seek revenge," Wang Qi continued:

"Inform Daoist Fang of this, and it could forge a good relationship, also probe into his friends and family."

"Approach it from this angle."

"Understood." Wang Zixi nodded:

"I got it."

Pausing, she added:

"You should rest more, don’t speak too much."

"Ha ha..." Wang Qi burst into laughter, his face radiant, tears brimming in his eyes:

"After so many years, just hearing those words makes it all worthwhile!"

"Rest assured!"

"Although I don’t have much time left, I will ensure you establish a firm foothold in the Wang Family before my death."

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"Tai Chi has various branches like the Chen, Yang, and Wu clans, each with a lineage, mutual influences, and unique traits."