Chapter 6 Trust is not a Mistake

ort to find them, even expanding his search to overseas networks.But even a greenhorn detective like Jiang Wang, whose investigative skills were lacking, knew that to investigate a missing person, one...Fenglin City belongs to Qinghe County. In terms of scale, it ranks last among the thirteen cities in the county, second only to Mao City.

The headmaster of a city's daoist academy would generally be a mid-level sixth-rank daoist. Dong A, with his fifth-rank cultivation, presiding over Fenglin Dao Academy, inevitably gave rise to rumors that he had offended someone in Zhuangdu.

But for the disciples of Fenglin Daoist Academy, this is undoubtedly a good thing.

“Therefore, besides Fang De’s testimony, before this duel, Fang Pengju personally arranged the attack, intending to kill you and seize your elixir. You cannot produce irrefutable evidence that can be made public” Dong Ayi, clad in a black Taoist robe, sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion in a quiet room.

Behind him, on the wall, hung a scroll depicting a Taoist priest in a dignified purple robe. The brushstrokes were delicate, and the image was lifelike. However, the priest's face seemed shrouded in mist and cloud, making it impossible to see clearly.

Jiang Wang stood with his head bowed before the dean, hearing the question and responding in as calm a tone as possible: "I know it was him, that's enough. As for evidence, he will naturally provide it to everyone before his death. And he did not disappoint me."

Dong A knew he was referring to the Qi-Opening Pill Fang Pengju had taken.

"Are you being too hasty and rash"

"It should have been done gradually, collecting evidence and waiting for the Dao Court's judgment. However, in two days, it will be time for the Inner Court to select students. Fang Pengju has already shown his Dao pulse, so he will definitely become the headmaster's disciple. Time is short, so we can only take risks. Jiang Wang dares to kill Outer Court disciples, but he won't dare to kill the headmaster's disciple."

The outer gate is merely a preparation, the inner courtyard disciples are the true Daoist disciples!

When speaking, Jiang Wang always kept his head bowed, demonstrating the humility and propriety expected of a disciple.

But at this moment, what flashed through my mind was the true sight outside, that sword cry coming from the west!

That man named Li Yi, with a single sword strike, beheaded even a prodigious talent like Zuo Guanglie. What need was there for roundabout tactics

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Compared to the battle that took place outside the Zhen Guan, he was so insignificant! The swordsmanship he was proud of was so pathetic!

There's no time to dawdle and try to find the perfect solution by slowly maneuvering around Fang Pengju in the academy.

Furthermore, had he not charged forward with a single sword today, boldly initiating a duel to prove his Dao, he would have had no advantage from relying on the support of the Fenglin Fang family's Pang He!

“If Fang Pengju’s opening meridian pill was stolen from you, then where did your opening meridian pill come from”

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Jiang Wang's heart tightened slightly, but he remained calm on the surface. The battle that took place outside the Zhen Guan temple, even though no one dared to approach due to the might of the involved parties at the time, would inevitably lead to an investigation afterward. Moreover, Gong Yang Bai and others had set up their formations within the borders of Zhuang Guo, it was impossible for them not to communicate with the powerful figures of Zhuang Guo beforehand. Even a small country like Zhuang Guo has its own dignity!

As the most powerful person in Maple City's open world, Dong A couldn't possibly be unaware of that battle.

Fortunately, throughout this entire incident, Jiang Wang had nothing to hide. In a world with extraordinary powers, his traces couldn't possibly remain concealed.

At that moment, he described everything he had heard as objectively as possible, without adding any personal opinions or feelings. This included his physical state, his thoughts and decisions, and how he extracted the life-giving pill from the bloody flesh. He even described burying the bodies in the end.

Only the matter of the virtual key was omitted.

Throughout the recounting, besides a fleeting flash of anger that welled up in his eyes, Dong remained silent.

Of course, Jiang Wang knew the source of this anger.

On the outskirts of Fenglin City, a scene of chaos unfolds. This is the territory of Zhuang State! Powerful cultivators from Qin and Chu engage in a fierce battle here, without any restraint. The entire Fenglin City, even Qinghe County, dares not interfere with this fight. For the cultivators of Zhuang State, this is a profound disgrace in itself.

Dong A suppressed this anger, not wanting to expose the weakness of the state of Zhuang and avoid affecting his disciples' confidence in their practice.

He should be a good dean.

Jiang Wang silently observed this mid-rank powerhouse who would dominate his path of cultivation for a long time to come — an opportunity he had never had before today.

One summarized and recounted their pre-planned experiences while observing.

“The origin of your Kaimai Pill is clear. I have reviewed your mission records from your time in the outer sect. You are measured and decisive, a rare find.”

Dong A glanced faintly at Jiang Wang, then said, "From now on, you can call yourself my disciple in front of me."

Jiang Wangxin's heartstrings relaxed, knowing that this hurdle was over. And he had been recognized by the Dean of Fenglin Dao Academy, being directly selected into the inner courtyard.

He crossed his two thumbs, with his left hand outside and his right inside. He held a clenched fist in a yin-yang embrace, raised it to his chest, and slightly nodded his head in a gesture of gratitude. "Thank you, Master," he said.

The Confucian school emphasizes Heaven, Earth, ruler, parents, and teacher. However, in the Taoist tradition, the teacher takes precedence over ruler and parents because the teacher transmits the Way and expounds on the Great Dao.

For all the inner disciples of Fenglin Daoist Academy, Dong A was their mentor.

Dong A closed her eyes slightly, and said no more. "Go."

The dean walked out of the meditation chamber, walking side by side with Ling He and Zhao Ru Cheng who had been waiting outside.

For a moment, none of them spoke. The atmosphere was heavy.

When Jiang Wang returned, Fang Pengju had died. Thus, the "Five Heroes of Maple Forest" remained a name only, no longer in actuality.

Since Du Yexiang isn't here, he must be hiding somewhere drinking. Of all these people, he seems the most boisterous, but when faced with this kind of situation, he's probably the least able to handle it. No matter how harshly he curses or how much he hates it in his heart, it can't erase the fact that he once treated Fang Peng as a close brother.

As the elder brother, Ling He was the first to break the silence: "You guys go back to your quarters first. I still need to send Peng Ju's body back to the Fang Mansion."

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The outer disciples of Fenglin Daoist Temple lived in groups of six, but the Five Heroes of Fenglin, as they hit it off well, chose to live together in the same dormitory. Others couldn't get into their circle, so they remained a group of five living in one dormitory.

Jiang Wang remained silent.

Ling He was just that kind of person. No matter how much Fang Pengju had done wrong, he couldn't possibly ignore his body.

"Are you still angry with the fourth brother" Ling He asked.

"Stop calling me 'Fourth Brother,' " Zhao Ruocheng said, a hint of disgust on his handsome face. "I am ashamed to speak of someone who plots against their own kin and acts with such treachery."

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Compared to his age, Ling He's face seemed prematurely aged, which was probably why he was more easily trusted. Among the five, he always took on the role of the elder brother, taking good care of the younger ones.

Because of his steady and mature demeanor, people often overlook the fact that he is actually only nineteen years old, just two years older than Jiang Wang and three years older than Zhao Ruocheng.

Only children of the poor become heads of households early.

Looking at Ling He, Jiang Wang shook her head and said, "It's not worth hating him. I only hate myself for being foolish, for trusting the wrong person."

Although he appeared so calm, Ling He still heard that trace of irreconcilable resentment. He fully understood.

“Trust is one of the most radiant things in this world. It’s not wrong to trust, Jiang Wang,” Ling He said, “It’s wrong for the person who betrays your trust.”

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He didn't say anything more, but his ardent gaze conveyed to Jiang Wang:

Our brotherhood is genuine, without a shred of pretense. It's the one who abandoned it all that's wrong and false. It's Fang Pengju alone.

That's why he had to send Fang Pengju's body back, so that he wouldn't end up with no resting place after death. This wasn't out of recognition or sympathy for Fang Pengju, but simply out of respect for the brotherhood they once shared and should not be changed in the future, and maintaining it.

This is Linghe.

No matter how hot-tempered Du Yeli is like a tiger or as arrogant as Fang Pengju, they are all willing to call him big brother. And it's more than just because of age

“Go ahead. Death is like extinguishing a lamp, grievances all vanish.” Jiang Wang stopped his steps: “But I can’t accompany you.”

“I can't do that either.” Zhao RuCheng also said coldly.

Ling He patted Zhao Ru Cheng's shoulder and gave Jiang Wang one last, deep look before turning and leaving.

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