Chapter 14 Listening to the Wind and Rain in the Small Building

Chapter 14: Listening to the Wind and Rain in a Small Building Overnight

Yu Prefecture City, a dilapidated dungeon.

When Han Wenxin and Detective Qin arrived, they saw only a massive gully. The dungeon of Yu Prefecture City had been split in two, and the long, narrow crack was still stained with blood and torn clothing.

The nearby trees were also split in two, and the place was a scene of devastation, having become a ruin.

Terrifying!

The surroundings were so ruined it was as if a great battle had taken place!

The bodies of the Yu Prefecture City Head and Yu Prefecture City Prefect Cao Anmin had either vanished or were buried within the ruins.

Han Wenxin and Detective Qin had been drinking that day, and they weren't responsible for guarding the dungeon, which allowed them to escape this calamity.

They never imagined that the dungeon would be cleaved open, and even Yu Prefecture City Prefect Cao Anmin and Yu Prefecture City Head Liu Haoping died without an intact corpse.

Detective Qin's eyes flickered, his face ashen, an unreadable expression on his face, and his body trembled slightly.

Han Wenxin, on the other hand, was full of terror, covering his mouth and taking a deep breath, "The soaring sword Qi hasn't dissipated yet, it's too terrifying."

At this moment, the sword Qi in the dungeon's裂缝 hadn't completely dissipated; it was still awe-inspiring and sent shivers down one's spine.

"What do we do now?"

The two looked at each other, both at a loss.

Thump, thump.

Just then, a tall man, wearing a large cloak and a blue mask, walked over from a distance. A white falcon perched on his arm.

"Sir!"

Seeing the newcomer, the two quickly bowed, feeling a sense of relief.

This person was none other than the Black Robe Guard's Gold Character Constable, Hong Yuanwu.

The Black Robe Guard was like a stabilizing force in the Great Yan Dynasty.

"You two, first capture the escaped fugitives and bring them back," Hong Yuanwu said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

The two felt as if they had received a great pardon and quickly left the area.

"What a formidable master!"

Hong Yuanwu looked at the crack, his mind wavering, "There's such a master in Yu Prefecture City? Who exactly is he?"

He understood better than Han Wenxin and Detective Qin how formidable that swordsman was; that astonishing sword Qi would make even him retreat three paces.

"This person acted to rescue Jiang Sanjia. Is he also a successor of Ghost Valley, or does he have other sinister intentions?"

Hong Yuanwu took out a white paper, then lightly tossed it and pointed a finger.

A golden light flashed, and several golden characters appeared on the white paper, then disappeared again.

Hong Yuanwu tucked the note into the falcon's ankle communication tube.

"Chirp, chirp!" "Chirp, chirp!"

The falcon flapped its wings and instantly flew towards the sky.

Outside Yu Prefecture City, in the dense forest.

Jiang Sanjia's face showed surprise at this moment; that sword strike just now was truly stunning.

Even he had to praise the swordsmanship of the person before him.

One sword!

One sword split open the dungeon, allowing him to escape to safety.

"What kind of sword art was that you used just now?"

Jiang Sanjia couldn't help but ask.

An Jing said indifferently, "It was just a basic attack."

That sword strike just now was the Sword Drawing Technique.

The so-called Sword Drawing Technique is not merely drawing a sword from its sheath.

Sword Drawing Technique! One sword shocks the heavens, the sword comes out, and the person dies.

The true Sword Drawing Technique is to gather one's essence, Qi, and spirit into one point. Some people cultivate their sword for years, their sword Qi reaching its peak, just for that one moment of drawing.

And at that moment, gathering years of essence, Qi, and spirit onto one sword, how could its power not be terrifying?

An Jing's sword strike was precisely like that.

The Return to One Sword Art has only three simple forms; seemingly basic, yet they are the essence of the Dao of the sword.

After listening, Jiang Sanjia couldn't help but feel a little strange. Was there such a sword art in the Jianghu? He didn't know, and this masked man in black before him, whose strength was so formidable, why had he never heard his name before?

"You can tell me the whereabouts of the bodhi pearl now, right?"

An Jing touched the long sword at his waist.

Jiang Sanjia's heart suddenly sank. If he told this person about the bodhi pearl, his injuries would likely be difficult to recover from in a short time. Instantly, he was in a predicament.

"Life is long, Sanjia, don't take shortcuts," An Jing said faintly.

"Brother Zhou, you're joking."

Jiang Sanjia's heart turned cold, and he instantly came to his senses, saying, "It's just a bodhi pearl. If I can make a close friend like Brother Zhou through adversity, let alone one, even ten would be worth it."

This person before him was vicious, greedy, and unpredictable. If he didn't give it, he might very well be cut down with a single sword stroke.

"The bodhi pearl was originally obtained by Abbot Huihai, the bishop of the Great Sun Temple. He failed to carry the bodhi pearl and was ambushed by Western Region masters, and the bodhi pearl completely disappeared. In fact, the bodhi pearl had long been given by Abbot Huihai to Wuding Sanren. Wuding Sanren secretly brought the bodhi pearl to Great Yan, but unexpectedly encountered assassins from the Wind and Rain Pavilion in Yu Prefecture City and was eventually killed by several Heaven-rank assassins from the Wind and Rain Pavilion."

"Wind and Rain Pavilion!?"

An Jing raised an eyebrow.

In a small building, listening to the spring rain all night; where in the Jianghu are there no flying flowers?

The Wind and Rain Pavilion is also a famous force in the Great Yan Jianghu, ranking among the Five Gangs. However, the Wind and Rain Pavilion has a slight difference from the other Five Gangs.

The Wind and Rain Pavilion is an assassin Gang, and its history of establishment is ancient, being the only Gang established from the previous dynasty until now.

The assassins within the Gang are highly skilled, and the system is strict, spread throughout various parts of the Great Yan Country. Some assassins even hide among the common people.

Some Jianghu grievances, market disputes, and even occasional assassinations of court officials are all businesses taken on by the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

Daring to assassinate court officials is enough to demonstrate the courage and spirit of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

Most importantly, the Wind and Rain Pavilion has an extremely high success rate in assassinations, rarely failing.

Those in the Jianghu who hear of the Wind and Rain Pavilion all change color, fearing that one day they might find themselves on the Wind and Rain Pavilion's bounty list.

Furthermore, the Headquarters of the Wind and Rain Pavilion remains unknown to this day; even the assassins of the Wind and Rain Pavilion themselves do not know where their Headquarters is.

Some say the Wind and Rain Pavilion's Headquarters is in the Jianmen Pass area of Western Shu, others say it's not within Yan State, and some even claim it's within the Imperial Palace.

In short, Jianghu rumors are diverse, but no one knows the location of the Wind and Rain Pavilion's Headquarters.

All in all, the Wind and Rain Pavilion's usual prestige might not be as grand as the other four Gangs, but among the Five Gangs of Yan State, the most feared is the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

"That's right, it's the Wind and Rain Pavilion."

Jiang Sanjia nodded and continued, "After Wuding Sanren died, his body sank into the Yuzhou River, so the bodhi pearl also fell into the Yuzhou River."

An Jing raised an eyebrow, his tone a little displeased, "Are you saying the bodhi pearl is in the Yuzhou River?"

One should know that the Yuzhou River is extremely wide and long; the entire Yu Prefecture City is divided into two banks by this Yuzhou River. If the bodhi pearl is at the bottom of this Yuzhou River, who could find it?

If there was a large commotion, it would inevitably attract the attention of others.

"Brother Zhou, don't be anxious."

Jiang Sanjia smiled slightly, "I had already calculated the location of this bodhi pearl. It is under a large rock beneath the Qinghe Ferry. If you dive thirty zhang, you will see the corpse next to that large rock, and the bodhi pearl is on Wuding Sanren's body."

"Qinghe Ferry?"

An Jing mumbled.

Qinghe Ferry is a pier formed by a tributary of the Yuzhou River, not far outside the south gate, and some distance from Ji Shi Clinic.

"Good, I hope Sanjia, you are a smart person."

An Jing said, narrowing his eyes.

Jiang Sanjia is a cunning person. The whereabouts of the bodhi pearl might be true, but there might still be other schemes he hasn't revealed. I still need to be careful.

"Don't worry, every word I say is true," Jiang Sanjia said earnestly.

Jiang Sanjia had indeed divined the whereabouts of the bodhi pearl, and what he said was not false. However, there were some things he didn't mention.

Next to the bodhi pearl was a trace of malevolent Qi. Just the backlash from this trace of malevolent Qi had shortened his life by more than a year, which shows how powerful this malevolent Qi was.

However, he didn't mention this, as it wasn't within the scope of what he was supposed to say.

"Alright, we'll meet again."

An Jing patted his butt, and with a leap, he departed into the distance.

"Brother Zhou, I hope you stay safe."

Jiang Sanjia silently wished in his heart as he watched An Jing leave.

Afterward, he also disappeared into the forest.