CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77: METHODS OF THE IMMORTAL SUPERVISION BUREAU

"Hey, why are you the one here?" Fei Ying quietly tugged at Fei Lian.

Fei Lian rolled his eyes: "Were you expecting the Sect Leader to come personally?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Chen Muxue a few times: "You better be telling the truth."

"A few days ago she was still a Mid-grade Water Spirit Root, now, see for yourself." Fei Ying snorted, "If you don’t believe me, go find out yourself."

Fei Lian sighed: "Whether there’s a secret technique, it’s actually not that important now. You’re sure she won’t murder someone without reason, right?"

"She wouldn’t, would she... probably?"

The crowd was in discussion over the person from the Immortal Supervision Bureau, all speculating how he would identify the corpse.

It’s obvious what the cause of death is, could he really figure out what happened before the person died?

Actually, cultivators rarely invite people from the Immortal Supervision Bureau. Even if they see them, it’s mostly those in black clothes; having a White-clothed Inspector is quite rare.

"I don’t know what this is for, don’t think that inviting someone from the Immortal Supervision Bureau will make our Fei Xing Sect spare you?" Wang Yue said to Chen Muxue.

Chen Muxue hadn’t figured out the current situation yet, when Cen Lizhui suddenly whispered: "Not good!"

"Not good? What’s wrong? That person in white isn’t good either?" Chen Muxue was puzzled.

Before Cen Lizhui could explain, the person from the Immortal Supervision Bureau, who had been fiddling with the corpse during the day, suddenly formed a strange seal, and an extremely rare array unfolded over the corpse.

"Pfft... buzz!"

From Wu Jie’s body, at the Dantian, a Golden Core suddenly burst out. Initially, the Golden Core was somewhat dim, but as it passed through the array, it became fixed in midair at the center, as the array seemed to channel spiritual power into it.

Suddenly, with a "bang," the Golden Core exploded!

"Why insult the remains of my sect’s disciple?!" Wang Chen shouted angrily.

The next moment, the array rose into the air, and a scene appeared in the middle of it, as if playing a movie.

The crowd, evidently unaccustomed to such a spectacle, was amazed.

Cen Lizhui saw that Xiao Hua had already appeared on the screen—it indeed started recreating Wu Jie’s memories!

Even Chen Muxue, who was used to watching movies, marveled at this spell—it was so realistic in quality and perspective.

Cen Lizhui quietly exited while no one was watching. When facing Wu Jie, he had been careless and didn’t disguise himself at all. Though not many peers might recognize him, it was inevitable he might be identified, especially since there were known elders in the hall.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t be seen by people, it’s just that as someone from the Immortal Sect, he shouldn’t be involved in such mundane affairs, especially since he had sneaked out.

When everyone saw Wu Jie kick the Black Cat to death, the people of Fei Xing Sect stubbornly insisted he didn’t deserve to die. But when they saw Wu Jie obviously trying to kill Cen Lizhui, yet being killed by a suddenly descending iron pot instead, everyone fell silent.

They had speculated about many causes for the pit on Wu Jie’s head, but had never thought it was caused by a pot.

Someone couldn’t help but glance at the pot behind Chen Muxue, swallowing nervously.

"Why do I feel the person Wu Jie wanted to kill looks familiar?" Someone whispered.

Fei Ying knew that Cen Lizhui didn’t want to be recognized, so he cleared his throat: "Everyone has seen, Wu Jie brought this upon himself. Qian Ding Sect was just defending itself."

"Fake! My elder brother couldn’t be like what was shown there! He’s not that kind of person!" Wang Yue obviously didn’t believe the scene she had witnessed.