Chapter 779: Zheng Jingxuan

Night had fallen. The streetlights on both sides cast a dim yellow glow, illuminating the occasional pedestrian hurrying home. Xu Wuyi drove through several streets, gradually closing in on his target. The aura was moving slowly, as if taking a stroll, or perhaps observing the surroundings.

Xu Wuyi parked his car in the shadows and killed the engine. Closing his eyes, he used the Power of Order to carefully sense the person’s condition. It was an Innate Level aura, around Level 47—matching the information Song Qingwu had provided. The aura carried an Intention of stealth, as if the person habitually concealed themselves year-round to avoid drawing attention. This was the exact hallmark of a Martial Artist skilled in assassination and staying hidden.

Xu Wuyi opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. After waiting for five days, he had finally found him. He didn’t act immediately. Instead, he continued to lock onto the aura with the Power of Order, observing the target’s trajectory. The man was walking east along a street in the northern part of the city. He stuck to secluded alleys, clearly avoiding surveillance cameras and crowds on purpose. Lu Sheng was a cautious man, just as expected.

Xu Wuyi waited for a few minutes. Once he was sure the target hadn’t noticed anything unusual, he opened the door and got out. He didn’t drive in pursuit; instead, he walked in that direction. His steps seemed slow but were actually incredibly fast. With every stride, his figure advanced dozens of meters. This kind of Step Technique was nothing special for someone in the Grandmaster Realm, but he used it with great restraint, causing no Energy Fluctuation whatsoever.

A few minutes later, he stopped at the entrance of a deserted alley.

The alley was deep, flanked by old residential buildings. Most of the windows were dark; only a few homes still had their lights on. Deep inside the alley, a figure with his back to him was slowly walking forward. The man was wearing a dark gray padded jacket and a beanie, looking just like an ordinary person heading home late at night. However, Xu Wuyi could clearly sense the fluctuation of Qi and Blood within him—an aura unique to an Innate Martial Artist.

He took out the file from his jacket and glanced at the photo on it by the faint moonlight. A blurry side profile, average height, ordinary features—it completely matched the back of the figure in front of him. Xu Wuyi put the file away and stepped into the alley.

His footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible. But the moment he set foot in the alley, the figure ahead suddenly paused. The man didn’t look back, but his body had tensed up. The Qi and Blood around him began to surge quietly. He had clearly noticed something. That instinctual premonition of danger made him enter a state of high alert immediately.

Xu Wuyi didn’t stop and continued walking forward. He didn’t walk fast, but his steps were steady. With every footfall, he applied another layer of pressure onto the other party. That pressure wasn’t a suppression of Momentum, but something deeper—a premonition of what was about to happen.

The man finally couldn’t hold back anymore. He spun around abruptly, his gaze landing on Xu Wuyi. Under the moonlight, his face was identical to the one in the photo. With his ordinary features and average build, he wouldn’t draw any attention in a crowd. But at this moment, his eyes were full of vigilance and caution.

He stared at Xu Wuyi, his voice low and wary. “Who are you?”

Xu Wuyi didn’t answer and simply kept walking forward.

The man’s eyes sharpened, his right hand already resting on his waist. His movements were incredibly fast—so fast that an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to see them clearly. But just as his short sword was drawn half an inch, he found himself unable to move. An invisible force enveloped him. In his perception, the surrounding air seemed to have solidified, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to have vanished. Even the Qi and Blood inside his body stopped obeying his commands.

His pupils contracted violently as he wondered if this was the power of Rules. Anyone who could directly suppress an opponent using Rules had to be at least a top-tier Quasi-Grandmaster, or perhaps even a Grandmaster. He looked up at the young man walking toward him, fear surfacing on his face for the first time.

Xu Wuyi walked up to him and stopped less than three meters away. “Lu Sheng?” he asked.

The man opened his mouth, wanting to deny it, but the word that came out was: “Yes.”

His eyes widened in disbelief. He didn’t know why he had said that word. It wasn’t what he wanted to say at all, but it had just slipped out on its own.

Xu Wuyi nodded, confirming the other party’s identity. He raised his right hand and gently pushed forward. The Power of Order surged out like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Lu Sheng completely. The short sword that had barely been unsheathed half an inch was forced back into its scabbard by an invisible force. The circulation of Qi and Blood within his body was sealed by invisible chains.

Lu Sheng stood rooted to the spot, his body stiff as a statue. His eyes could still move, and he could still look at Xu Wuyi, but he had completely lost control of his body. That feeling terrified him more than any threat. He was an Innate Martial Artist, a Level 47 existence. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was an expert standing at the very top of the pyramid. But now, in front of this young man, he couldn’t even twitch a finger. He wondered in terror if this young man was a Grandmaster!

“What… what do you want?” he forced out, his voice hoarse and trembling.

Xu Wuyi looked at him and said calmly, “Come with me.”

He turned around and walked out of the alley. Lu Sheng’s body followed uncontrollably behind him like a marionette. The two walked out of the alley and over to the black SUV. Xu Wuyi opened the rear door and motioned for Lu Sheng to get in. Lu Sheng’s body obediently climbed into the car and sat motionless in the seat.