Chapter 1103 - 920: Returned to the Original Owner

What a joke, someone dared to peep at Elder Situ Gu's female disciple bathing. It's not only dirty and shameless, but also incredibly bold. This is the territory of the Refining Heaven Sect!

The disciples of the Refining Heaven Sect present immediately exploded with rage, shouting to crush the vile thief to dust and promptly began splitting into groups, some pursuing the culprit, others reporting the incident.

Instead, Situ Zhen herself flew up to the treetop on the island, gazing in the direction of the disciples' pursuit, her long hair fluttering in the wind, her expression indifferent and unmoved.

She was contemplating a question: did the person secretly following come for some other reason, or because they discovered the hidden identity of the target?

It's not just around Refining Heaven City; the entire Yan State is under the influence of the Refining Heaven Sect. Who would dare to desecrate Elder Situ's female disciple? Orders were quickly issued, mobilizing the forces of the Refining Heaven Sect across Yan State.

In an inn in Refining Heaven City, a tall, skinny man sitting cross-legged suddenly trembled, letting out a stifled groan, raised his hand, and grabbed his face, tearing off a bloody fake face like pulling off a rag, revealing the real appearance of Yu Xuanbing.

His eyes were blood-covered, fresh blood seeping from the gaps in his eyes, and half of his face above the mouth was rotten, as if pierced by countless needles, also resembling decay, with raw and red decayed flesh, some places showing bone, even the bones were riddled with pits, looking somewhat horrifying.

The pain, which made someone like him groan, was truly not ordinary pain. It felt as though something came back with him, eroding his soul.

In pain, he covered his face and trembled, a pain piercing deep into his heart. Magic could not suppress it, and he could not see anything. He quickly took out a pill and swallowed it, then crushed another, smearing it on the wound on his face.

He still could not cease the pain, nor could he see anything with his eyes.

While he was casting spells to refine the pill within his body, there was a faint sound of commotion from outside the inn. Among the scattered words, he caught phrases about Xun Gate suddenly checking people in and out.

Yu Xuanbing was slightly surprised, realizing it was related to him. He hadn't expected those demon cultivators to dare to openly capture him, weren't they afraid he would expose their demon path identity?

Given the situation, he knew this place was not suitable for healing. This area was under the control of the Refining Heaven Sect, and it was not wise to linger.

Before leaving, he endured the severe pain and forcefully sat cross-legged to cast spells.

Soon, a worker walking towards the corridor in the rear suddenly had his head fly off, blood gushing from the severed neck, a figure flashed past from behind him.

Not long after, the shopkeeper, who peeked outside at the commotion and returned behind the counter, suddenly crouched, a sword penetrated directly from below his neck through his head, his body pulled down behind the counter.

And the murderer vanished like light smoke, it was indeed Yu Xuanbing.

His height and build were distinctive, not particularly noticeable on the street, just a passerby after all.

However, entering this inn was different. Once he leaves suddenly, if someone inquires, those who have seen him here, even if they don't know who he is, could mention his physical characteristics.

And he had his calculation trait; from the moment he stepped into the inn, he noted everyone who saw him. Thus, these two died.

Indeed, just because the inn's shopkeeper and one of its workers saw his figure, he killed them, regardless of whether they knew his true face.

When he reappeared, he was in an alley, already wearing a gauze hat to cover his face, although his body was trembling in pain, he still used magic to probe the alley environment. Confirming he had reached his intended destination, he stretched out his hand to feel the direction of the sunlight and turned to walk towards the end of the alley.

Earlier upon arriving, he had habitually observed the terrain of the area, knowing the alley led to a carriage service.

He used magic all the way to probe the obstacles within a limited range, blindly walking to the carriage service at the end, where a few carriages were sporadically parked waiting for customers outside.

As he approached, someone enthusiastically greeted him, "Do you need a carriage, honorable guest?"

"Yes," Yu Xuanbing responded, his hand tentatively touching the shaft of the carriage, then climbed inside the carriage cabin.

The enthusiastic coachman sat on the rack afterward and asked, "Where does the honorable guest wish to go?"

Yu Xuanbing: "Just go."

"Alright," the coachman smiled, although he smirked with dissatisfaction at the corners of his mouth, he drove the carriage away.

After the carriage traveled a distance, Yu Xuanbing suddenly spoke from behind the curtain, "Go to Wuyu Trading House."

"Alright, Wuyu Trading House," the coachman replied, turning at the next intersection.

After turning several times at intersections along the way, they finally arrived at the destination's entrance. The coachman stopped the carriage and called out, "Honorable guest, we have arrived."

Just as the words fell, he noticed a release of mana fluctuations from the passenger in the carriage probing the entrance of the trading house, responding, "Let's go."

The coachman asked in surprise, "You're not going in?"

The passenger inside replied with an indisputable word, "Go!"

The coachman rolled his eyes, but as long as he received payment, he restarted and drove away.

As the carriage had just moved a few steps, the coachman suddenly glanced back, seeing something thrown from the carriage window into the entrance of Wuyu Trading House. Hesitating, recognizing the anomaly, he refrained from asking more questions and carried the passenger away.

Inside the Wuyu Trading House, the mana probing had already alerted the doorman within.

Just as the doorman was about to come out to check the commotion, he saw something fly in, crash to the ground, and found it was a box. Instead of immediately inspecting the box, he ran to the entrance and peeked out, saw the departing carriage, and other passing pedestrians, unsure of who had done it.