Chapter 384: The Divine Thief Zhou Buwen

Yin Mingchong stood in the courtyard while he formed a seal with his right hand, and then a mini roc formed from spirit energy appeared by his side.

Yin Mingchong stared at the roc and said in a low voice, “I heard that fellow Yin Donghai is still alive. Someone saw him a few days ago. That old fellow has been constantly searching for the child’s whereabouts. Let me ask you, are you sure that the child is really dead?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Mingchong slapped the little roc on the body, and the little roc instantly transformed into a gust of wind that vanished.

Yin Mingchong was thinking about something, so he didn’t notice that a pink dress had appeared behind the pillar in the corner.

After Yin Mingchong left, the woman flashed out from behind the pillar and swiftly returned to her room before secretly making a call. “Yin Mingchong has finally revealed his identity and secretly contacted a person called Zhou Buwen.”

When the person on the other end of the phone received this news, she slowly curled her cherry red lips into a smirk. “This old fox is finally unable to hold back anymore?”

…

On Wind Blade Mountain.

A huge elephant descended from the sky and stepped on a flustered youth. That youth was dressed gorgeously. After he was stepped on to the ground, he immediately raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The elephant transformed into a burly man. He was wearing a dark green cloak. His left eye was black, but his right eye was dark green.

The man raised the sword in his hand and pierced through the youth’s back. He nailed the youth to the ground. The youth struggled a few times and spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood before dying with hatred.

“Why did you come to Wind Blade Mountain at such a young age? Aren’t you sending yourself to death?” After muttering, the man grabbed the youth’s left arm and took off the interspatial ring on the youth’s finger.

He threw that interspatial ring into his interspatial ring and raised his head to leave when he heard the cry of a roc.

The cloaked man looked up at the sky and saw a roc formed from spiritual energy appear in the sky. He whistled and the roc circled high up a few times before landing on the back of his hand.

The cloaked man flicked the roc’s head, and it immediately spoke in human language. [I heard that Yin Donghai is still alive. Some time ago, someone saw him. That old fellow has been searching for the child’s whereabouts. Let me ask you, are you sure that the child is really dead?]

Upon hearing his old employer’s voice, a look of surprise flashed across the cloaked man’s eyes.

Yin Donghai?

After thinking carefully, the cloaked man remembered who that person was.

Perhaps it was someone from the Yin Clan.

He remembered that about twenty years ago, he had once received a deal. The buyer asked him to go to the Yin Clan to steal a little baby girl and kill her.

However, that little baby girl was really cute. When he stole her, he even hugged her little milk bottle the entire time and didn’t bear to throw away her food.

The little fellow was too cute. He couldn’t bear to kill her, so he threw the child into the center of the abyss and let her fend for herself. At that time, he thought that if the child didn’t starve to death a week later and wasn’t eaten by the demon beasts, he would take her as his disciple.

But a week later, when he returned to the abyss, there were only bloodstains. The child was long gone.

The cloaked man formed a seal, and a pigeon formed from spirit energy appeared by the man’s side. The man said to the pigeon, “Patriarch Yin, don’t worry. That child has already been eaten by a demon beast. Not even her skeleton was left. You can rest assured.”

With that, the cloaked man waved his hand impatiently, and the pigeon flew away.

The cloaked man walked away. He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him, “Divine Thief Zhou Buwen?”

Upon hearing his name, the cloaked man stopped in his tracks.

He took off the cloak on his head and slowly turned around. He saw a purple-robed mysterious person standing beside the dead youth.

The mysterious person had a head of white hair and a buzz cut, making him look imposing. Zhou Buwen recognized the person’s identity and cultivation level at a glance. His pupils dilated as he shouted, “Purple-robed Saint, you’re a Level 9 Purifying Spirit Master!”

In this world, there were only three Level 9 Purifying Spirit Masters. One was a Grand Warlock from the Elven royal family, the second was Saint Xuan Ye, and the third was Saint Ling Xiao.

The Grand Warlock was a high-level elf with elf wings on his back. Although Saint Xuan Ye had a head of white hair, he had long hair and was handsome. However, the man in front of him looked average.

After eliminating the previous two Saints, the Saint in front of him could only be the newly-advanced Saint Ling Xiao!

The sudden visit of a Level 9 Purifying Spirit Master was clearly a bad sign.

Zhou Buwen looked at Lin Jiansheng warily. His hand reached behind his back and grabbed a space bomb as he prepared to escape at any time.

However, a flattering smile appeared on his face as he asked respectfully, “I wonder why Saint Ling Xiao came to Wind Blade Mountain personally to look for me?”

Lin Jiansheng chuckled and touched the short hair on his head. He said with a faint smile, “Space bombs are very expensive. You should save it. In front of me, that thing is useless.”

Hearing this, Zhou Buwen’s heart skipped a beat and he cursed silently.

He put away the space bomb and asked humbly, “Saint Ling Xiao, why are you looking for me?”

Lin Jiansheng said, “I’m looking for you to ask about something that happened in the past.”

Zhou Buwen had done countless horrible things. For a moment, he couldn’t guess what Lin Jiansheng wanted to ask.

Lin Jiansheng reminded him, “21 years ago, the Young Master of the Yin Clan of the Divine Moon Empire, Yin Huang, was stolen and her whereabouts were unknown from then on. Do you still remember this?”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Buwen’s eyebrows twitched.

It was actually this matter!

Since Saint Ling Xiao had found him, there was no way to fool him anymore. Zhou Buwen sized him up calmly and asked, “Saint Ling Xiao, if I cooperate with you, are you willing to spare my life?”

Lin Jiansheng sneered. “That depends on how cooperative you are.”

Zhou Buwen hurriedly said, “As long as you spare my life, I’ll answer whatever you ask. I definitely won’t tell a single lie.” Zhou Buwen did all sorts of bad things. For him to be able to live to this age showed that he was a sensible person.

Seeing that he was so understanding, Lin Jiansheng smiled ambiguously and continued, “My manor still lacks someone to mop the ground and do chores. Are you willing to go?”

Zhou Buwen nodded hurriedly. “Yes! Yes! It’s my honor to do anything for Saint Ling Xiao!”

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiansheng shouted, “Kong Qing!”

Kong Qing didn’t appear, but strange black weapons appeared beside Zhou Buwen. The mist formed by powerful resentment blocked all light in the world.

Zhou Buwen stood in the middle of the grievous energy and felt his hair stand on end. He had the illusion that he was going to die soon.

The grievous energy turned into an airtight black cage and imprisoned Zhou Buwen. Lin Jiansheng waved his hand, and Zhou Buwen was locked into his interspatial ring.

Lin Jiansheng brought Zhou Buwen back to the manor before calling Yu Huang to report the news. “Ah Huang, I’ve already caught him.”

Yu Huang said sweetly, “Thank you, Mentor.”

After Zhou Buwen was brought back to the manor by Lin Jiansheng, his hands and feet were handcuffed with grievous energy. These handcuffs were the embodiment of Kong Qing’s body, and Zhou Buwen was unable to break free.

Once he broke free, the resentment would sink into his flesh and destroy his meridians.

Lin Jiansheng stood on the second floor and asked Yu Huang curiously, “Ah Huang, I’m very curious. How did you find out about the shady deal between Yin Mingchong and Zhou Buwen?”

Yu Huang chuckled and said, “Mentor, do you still remember that young wife by Yin Mingchong’s side?”

The figure of that young and beautiful Madam Yin flashed across Lin Jiansheng’s mind. “Her? You bribed her?”

Yu Huang told him about Madam Yin’s origins. “That woman was born from a side branch of the Yin Clan. Because she was beautiful, her parents gave her to Yin Mingchong as a concubine. Yin Mingchong lacked respect for her, and Yin Mingchong’s daughter had publicly insulted her a few times. When she found out about my identity and understood that the Yin Clan would return to my hands sooner or later, she expressed her willingness to cooperate with me and help me investigate the truth of the past.”

“As for her, she only has one request.” Yu Huang deliberately acted mysterious and left a question. “Guess what her request is.”

Lin Jiansheng thought about it and said, “She wants Yin Fu to be her servant?”

Yu Huang chuckled and shook her head. She said, “Mentor, when women are ruthless, they’re much more ruthless than you think. She wants me to reward Yin Fu to a mental retard of the Yin Clan! She wants me to crush Yin Mingchong’s beast heart and reward Yin Mingchong to be her servant!”