Antique Street in the Imperial Capital.
Qiao Mu sat comfortably on the side of the road.
In front of him, the valuable Blood Moon Chart worth ten thousand silver taels was spread out on the stall, covered with a layer of white cloth, serving as a simple stall.
The surroundings became empty, and the stall owners on Antique Street instinctively kept their distance from him, afraid to get close to the old man.
But when they called out to sell their antiques, they couldn’t help but glance at the old man from the corners of their eyes, observing his every move.
At this moment, Qiao Mu seemed unaware of the gaze of others as he stared at a small booklet in his hand, reading undisturbed.
This small booklet was found during the search of the Sword Ghost’s body.
Last night, as Qiao Mu left, he didn’t forget to search for something on Sword Ghost.
Among them, besides a valuable silver ticket worth a thousand taels, what caught Qiao Mu’s attention the most was this little booklet.
“I remember seeing my dad take out this painting in the old house… I just confused this Blood Moon Chart with the Blood Sun Chart. Only now, seeing this Blood Moon Chart, I realize there were two similar ancient paintings.”
“So, in addition to the Blood Sun Chart, the Fang family also had a second Blood Moon Chart…” Wan Ronghua suddenly realized, then his gaze fixed on the painting in front of Qiao Mu, the antique street vendor.
The Blood Moon Chart, originally belonging to his father, was now in Qiao Mu’s hands.
This made him unable to help but think of Fang Yuan, who had recently purchased the Fang family’s old house.
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Although it was just a guess, the fact that Qiao Shuanglin had just slain the Sword Ghost, a formidable martial arts expert, put immense pressure on him.
“How is Fang Yuan so lucky?” Fang Fang furrowed her eyebrows in concern.
“My father valued me at first, and now there is a powerful martial artist to stand up for him…”
Wan Ronghua was worried.
“Sword Ghost was one of the deities worshipped by my Wan family. He used our Wan family’s sources to hear about the Blood Moon Chart, but ended up being killed by Qiao Shuanglin… It seems that our Wan family might have a grudge against this Qiao Shuanglin. Why else would he purposely sell things in front of my shop? He’s afraid that I won’t know that he killed Sword Ghost.”
If it’s not necessary, Wan Ronghua naturally wouldn’t provoke Qiao Shuanglin, a powerful martial artist.
But if they become enemies and it becomes a fight to the death, even if the enemy is strong, he will have to find ways to defeat him.
Moreover, Qiao Shuanglin might also be avenging Gaoler Fang Yuan from the heavenly prison. This means that the grudge between the two sides might be bigger than he imagined.
Trying to confront him head-on will obviously not work.
Although the Wan family still has other Spirit Refining martial artists, they might not be willing to risk their lives for Wan Ronghua, especially since Sword Ghost has already died.
Therefore, they can only find other solutions.
“The story of a person named Qiao Shuanglin has spread throughout the Imperial Capital since last night. There are definitely forces who want to get rid of him, they just lack an opportunity.” Wan Ronghua calmly analyzed.
“After all, this is the Imperial Capital.”
“Even someone like Qiao Shuanglin, who has achieved a lot, needs to follow the rules of the Imperial Capital when they arrive here.”
“No matter how powerful a martial artist’s fist is, it cannot match the might of the Great Dao Sect…”
“So in order to get rid of Qiao Shuanglin, we need to use the proper rules and laws.”
He wasn’t impulsive. After hearing the news of Sword Ghost’s death, he immediately investigated Qiao Shuanglin and the story behind Qiao’s family.
“Qiao’s family is known for their honorable reputation.”
“And this is the weakness of that old man.”
Wan Ronghua had a thought and made a plan.
As the sun went down, Qiao Mu had been watching the Sword Ghost practicing martial arts by the street all day, and he was starting to get a bit impatient.
“Why hasn’t anyone come to kill me yet? Am I too strong?”