Chapter 4037 — Where Has Xu Lingchong Gone?
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Yu Jiang, who had been so certain of himself all along, could not help but feel his face burn, and he still doubted: "But that move Wei Zhao used just now—it was exactly the same as when Lin Er dealt with my master before. How do you explain that?"
Nan Tianguan thought for a moment and said: "That's hardly strange. I am no alchemist, but even I can see that the principle behind a pill-fire bomb is neither deep nor complicated. Any alchemist of even slightly decent aptitude need only see it a few times and should be able to imitate it."
He was an expert in the Little Formless Divine Art, and when it came to imitating martial techniques, he had the most authority to speak. If he himself were an alchemist able to conjure pill-fire, he would probably have learned the pill-fire bomb long ago.
Yu Jiang was somewhat stymied, yet still unwilling to give up. He could not resist arguing: "Since Wei Zhao is called Lin Yi, couldn't Lin Er be his brother? Just as Grand Uncle-Master is called Nan Tianxiong and my master is called Nan Tianyong. This disciple still feels that Wei Zhao, in both build and bearing, is very much like Lin Er…"
"Go to hell with that! Say one more useless word and this seat will throw you off right now!" Nan Tianxiong said impatiently. Were it not for the fact that Yu Jiang still had some eye for treasure, he would long since have dealt with this troublemaking disaster with his own hands.
Yu Jiang shrank back his neck in fright, one hand shielding his stinging cheek, and at once dared not make another sound. This Grand Uncle-Master was notorious for his ruthless decisiveness—truly provoke his displeasure, and lives would indeed be lost.
As things stood now, it should be certain that Wei Zhao was not Lin Er. And so the trio's attention could only turn back to Kang Jingming—only, if they wished to take any further action, they would have to weigh carefully the attitude of that grand young master, Xu Lingchong.
Little did they know that during these few days they had spent on the Far North Island, the Santie Pavilion of the North Island had already been thrown into utter chaos. The news of Xu Lingchong's disappearance was now known to all, and every man was discussing it over tea and after meals.
Xu Lingchong was one of the foremost young masters of the Chongtian Pavilion, and what was more, he occupied the critical post of managing grand senior brother. In anyone's eyes he was a man of boundless prospects; not long ago he had even presided over Miss Shangguan's birthday banquet, showing his face splendidly before a host of great personages. Yet who would have thought that such a figure, the center of ten thousand eyes, should vanish for no reason at all!
In truth, by reckoning, the time Xu Lingchong had been missing was not long—twenty-odd days at most. To cultivators who routinely went into seclusion for months or even years at a stretch, that was no more than the snap of a finger. An ordinary person would long since have thought nothing of it and never even consider the word "disappearance."
But Xu Lingchong was the managing grand senior brother of the Chongtian Pavilion; every matter great and small, top to bottom, passed through his hands. For him to fail to appear for over twenty days running—that was a serious matter indeed.
What was more worrying still: what exactly Xu Lingchong had gone off to do, even his own grandfather Xu Yuanzheng was wholly in the dark. In the past, to win Xu Yuanzheng's favor, he had reported everything without exception. Now, for over twenty days running, he had neither appeared nor sent so much as a word—the only way to describe it was "abnormal." (To be continued) R655