Jinyiwei: Starting by Killing a Traitorous Superior – Chapter 14

Ch 14: Secret Letter

Jiang Chen’s movements did not pause in the slightest, as if performing an important ritual to completely erase this person’s identity and past.

Only after confirming that even his mother wouldn’t be able to recognize his original appearance from this twisted face did Jiang Chen stop his actions.

He panted heavily, looking at the corpse on the ground, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Then, Jiang Chen laboriously lifted the corpse, like picking up a heavy sack of goods.

He passed through the night, arriving at a brightly lit mansion of a wealthy family. The mansion was magnificent, with carved beams and painted rafters, clearly a residence of the powerful and influential.

In their backyard, a dry well was hidden. This well had long lost its vitality, leaving only mottled well walls and a parched well bottom.

It was once the place in the residence to draw water, but now it had become a secret place to dispose of disobedient concubines and slaves.

Every time night fell, ominous shadows would sweep over this place, accompanied by low wails, eventually returning to silence.

Jiang Chen ruthlessly threw the corpse in his hand into the dry well, listening to the dull thud, his heart without a trace of emotion.

He knew that this corpse would soon become a member of the many dead souls at the bottom of the well, forever swallowed by darkness and decay.

And he would also get rid of a potential threat, continuing his journey of survival in this complex world.

After returning to his room, Jiang Chen’s face was still gloomy, with a few traces of unease remaining in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then reopened the letter.

The content of the letter had become unimportant, because the information it contained was already deeply imprinted in his mind.

But at this moment, Jiang Chen’s gaze focused on the signature of the letter.

The three large characters Situ Lang were clearly visible.

Situ Lang, this name was known to everyone in the Capital City.

He was the White Tiger Commander, one of the four Garrison Commanders of the Jinyiwei, known for his ruthlessness and vicious methods.

Jiang Chen’s fingertips gently tapped the table, each tap like stirring up ripples in his heart.

Why would this letter appear in the hands of a Grandmaster Realm martial artist?

You should know that although the Grandmaster Realm is considered a master in the martial world, in the eyes of those truly great figures, it is nothing more than an ant-like existence.

With such an identity, how could he have access to such an important letter?

Unless… unless there was a more complex conspiracy behind this.

Moreover, the person writing the letter actually used his real name.

In this treacherous world, a real name often means exposing one’s identity and weaknesses.

Situ Lang, as one of the four Garrison Commanders of the Jinyiwei, always acted cautiously, so why would he be so careless?

Was it intentional, or was there another hidden reason?

Furthermore, was this letter really written by Situ Lang to the Demonic Sect?

But then again, could this letter be a frame-up by someone else?

In this world full of schemes, anything could happen.

Perhaps someone wanted to take this opportunity to sow discord, using Jiang Chen’s hand to frame Situ Lang, making him an enemy of his superior Meng Wangjin, or even the entire Jinyiwei.

Such methods, although insidious, were not uncommon.

Jiang Chen’s brows were tightly furrowed, his thoughts as tangled as hemp, unable to sort them out.

He knew that he had to find the answer as soon as possible, otherwise, this sudden storm was likely to drag him into an abyss from which there was no return.

He stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the night outside.

The moonlight was like water, spilling on his face, but it could not illuminate the fog in his heart.

All kinds of questions swirled around Jiang Chen’s heart like a fog, making him feel unprecedentedly confused.

However, although his heart was full of the desire to explore the truth, he was exceptionally aware that he must not easily get involved in this matter.

In this world where the strong are respected, strength is the foundation of everything.

And now he was still too weak, just a fledgling martial artist, completely unable to interfere in this kind of direct struggle between the upper echelons.

Once involved in it, a little carelessness could lead to a situation from which there was no return.

He knew very well that if Situ Lang had really betrayed, and he ran to report it, then the consequences would be unimaginable.

Those ruthless people of the Demonic Sect would never let go of anyone who was their enemy.

And Situ Lang, as a high-level member of the Jinyiwei, had equally vicious methods. Once he was resented by him, his days would probably never be peaceful.

It’s easy to be a thief, but hard to guard against one.

And if he wasn’t, he would be resented by Situ Lang, or even become a puppet in someone else’s hands.

No matter what the final truth was, he didn’t want to get involved.

“Now that things have come to this, let’s draw a lottery first.”

Jiang Chen sighed and muttered to himself.

He gained 756 Sin Points for killing this member of the Demonic Sect, and 369 Sin Points for killing Han Fei.

He had drawn the lottery three times before, and now he had more than eight hundred Sin Points left.

“Start the lottery!”

As soon as he finished speaking, eight white roulette wheels appeared in mid-air at the same time, spinning rapidly.

“May God bless me, let me draw a weapon.”

Jiang Chen’s Embroidered Spring Blade had been destroyed, and he didn’t dare to easily show the sword of that Demonic Sect member, otherwise, if Situ Lang found out, it would be easy to associate it with him.

After about a few breaths, these roulette wheels gradually stopped.

This time, two of them landed on empty spaces, so Jiang Chen only received six treasures.

“Congratulations, Host, you have obtained ten taels of gold, Small Revitalizing Pill *2, He Shou Wu *1, Divine Travel, Hundred Changes *1, Blood Sabre *1.”

“Great!”

Jiang Chen’s eyes lit up. Fortunately, he had drawn a weapon, otherwise he would have to find a way to get one.

“Claim them immediately.”

As his voice fell, ten taels of gold, two Small Revitalizing Pills, a He Shou Wu that looked a bit like a human, a cultivation method, and a gleaming long saber appeared on the table in front of him.

He carefully hid the gold and the hundred-year He Shou Wu under his bed, making sure they would not be easily discovered.

Then, he turned around, his gaze falling on the Blood Sabre lying quietly on the table.

He slowly walked over, reached out and picked up the Blood Sabre, and began to examine it carefully.

This Blood Sabre was about 1.2 meters long, with a wide and thick blade, revealing an extraordinary aura.

A deep blood groove was engraved on the blade, like a winding river of blood, making people shudder.

Holding it in his hand, he could clearly feel the chill coming from the blade, as if this saber itself was a cold living being, constantly craving the baptism of blood.

Jiang Chen gently waved the Blood Sabre, and a flash of saber light seemed to fill the air with a murderous aura.

He carefully examined every detail of the blade, and the exquisite forging craftsmanship and unique blood groove design made him admire it.