Black clothes, a black mask, a longsword.

The only possible clue to his origins was the slash of Sword Qi he had just used.

Fang Shuwen glanced at Yu Yaoguang and saw that the elegant eyes of the Grand Sect Leader of Yuqing Pavilion were also filled with confusion.

Clearly, not even Yu Yaoguang recognized this person.

The man in black who had emerged from the opening seemed surprised to find so many people gathered here.

He paused for a moment, as if subconsciously wanting to turn back.

But after touching the mask on his face, he strode out confidently.

After nodding to the crowd, he chased after the figure in red and once again vanished from sight.

For a moment, everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment. Someone, however, did recognize the identity of the person in red.

The Sect Leader of the Flower Moon Sect—Gu Panxi!

She was the one who had snatched the Seven-String Ancient Chapter from Shui Qianliu’s hands earlier.

Immediately, some people’s minds started turning, and they wanted to give chase.

But just as they took a step, they remembered Fang Shuwen and couldn’t help but look back at him.

It was as if they feared Fang Shuwen would see through their desire to snatch the Seven-String Ancient Chapter and, in a fit of rage, strike them dead.

But Fang Shuwen wasn’t looking at them at all. He was crouching on the ground, searching Jue Tong’s body.

...Killing someone was one thing, but this Evil God was even looting the corpse!

Truly, morality was in decline. He was every bit the monster of the Evil Gods and Demons he was said to be.

But this was good, too. He clearly didn’t care about the Seven-String Ancient Chapter. The crowd immediately exchanged glances and chased after the two figures, one in black and one in red.

Even the one who had fainted from fright earlier was carried away by someone.

Two masters from Dragon Emperor Hall stealthily followed behind them.

Fang Shuwen glanced up at the two of them but didn’t pursue.

Shui Qianliu also felt the urge to chase after them.

But after a glance at Shui Qianrou, he ultimately sighed. He couldn’t just leave Shui Qianrou on her own.

However, Little Madman Zhang Xuanfeng, Ghost Slave, and Su Heng had no such reservations and immediately gave chase.

In a matter of moments, only Fang Shuwen’s group, along with Shui Qianliu and Leng Yanqiu, remained.

By now, Fang Shuwen had already pulled a large pile of trinkets from Jue Tong’s body.

But many of the items left him completely bewildered.

A small bell with an unknown purpose, a cork plug stuck with feathers? Even when Fang Shuwen stretched his imagination, he had no idea what these things were used for.

It wasn’t until he pulled out a pitch-black, double-headed dildo that his eyes widened.

He was instantly and thoroughly disgusted, and he hurriedly threw the things in his hand away...

He scanned the area and called out:

"Water! Who has water?"

Leng Yanqiu took a water flask from her waist and motioned to toss it to Fang Shuwen.

Fang Shuwen quickly waved his hands.

"Pour it! I need to wash my hands..."

"I’ll do it."

Yu Yaoguang reached out, took the flask, and walked over to Fang Shuwen. She glanced at the little trinkets on the ground, then shot a look at Fang Shuwen:

"Serves you right for touching random things..."

’Why did that sound so strange?’

Fang Shuwen naturally retorted:

"How was I supposed to know this dead monk carried such... colorful... things with him?"

He had assumed the Elixir Pills the monk was about to take before his death must have been special, so he figured there might be other good things on the body.

As it turned out... they probably were good things to Jue Tong, but to Fang Shuwen, they were utterly meaningless.

He washed his hands with the water until he felt they were more or less clean.

Fang Lingxin had run over at some point and glanced at the items in the firelight:

"What are all these things?"

"It’s not for children to ask about."

Fang Shuwen reached out and tapped her lightly between the eyebrows.

Fang Lingxin felt both wronged and puzzled. ’A master is supposed to teach and clear up confusion,’ she thought. ’So why can’t I ask him about things I don’t understand?’

’But judging by his tone, maybe it really is something I’m not supposed to know?’

Shui Qianrou peeked her head out from behind Shui Qianliu:

"What are they?"

Shui Qianliu was also clueless:

"Perhaps they are Hidden Weapons used by the monk?"

Leng Yanqiu gave Shui Qianliu an awkward glance, unsure if he was being intentionally dense or if he truly didn’t know what those objects were for.

But now was clearly not the time to discuss such things in detail. She cleared her throat and said:

"Are all of you planning to stay here indefinitely?"

"Of course not. This place isn’t safe. We need to leave at once."

Fang Shuwen instantly lost all interest in Jue Tong’s corpse, leaving only a feeling of disgust.

As he called for everyone to move on, he casually struck Jue Tong’s body with his palm.

With a deafening BOOM, the old monk’s corpse was blown to pieces.

No one looked back. Fang Shuwen then asked Yu Yaoguang:

"That masked man from before, the one who uses a sword—could you tell his origins?"

"I could not."

Yu Yaoguang shook her head.

"This person’s Martial Arts are superb. To be able to chase Gu Panxi to the point where she has nowhere to run and nowhere to hide means he is definitely not some unknown figure.

"But his Swordsmanship... I have never seen it before...

"To be honest, it’s rather strange."

Although the Jianghu is vast and filled with countless experts, those who can reach such a level are, after all, a select few.

Yu Yaoguang’s position was high enough to give her a broad perspective, allowing her to see people and things others could not.

Yet even she didn’t recognize him...

The two of them exchanged a look, and Fang Shuwen suddenly asked:

"Ye Wufeng?"

But before Yu Yaoguang could disagree, Fang Shuwen was already shaking his head.

"If it were really Ye Wufeng, there’s no way he would have seen me and not charged over to fight me to the death."

Yu Yaoguang nodded slightly:

"And their styles are different... I’ve heard my master mention Ye Wufeng’s Swordsmanship before."