CHAPTER 411: CHAPTER 276: IS THIS LIN FENG REALLY A GOOD PERSON?

Zhang Ze informed his mother-in-law, took a half-day leave, and was preparing to go to Yangguan Road to meet someone.

Qiu Jidan, Young Master Qiu.

An envoy from the Hundred Demons Sect whose strategic value was continuously declining.

Not only almost forgotten by Zhang Ze, but astonishingly, even by the Hundred Demons Sect itself.

There’s no helping it, as value often correlates directly with rarity in many situations.

If there’s only one of something left in the world, its loss would be a lament for civilization, calling for repeated reflection.

But if there are a hundred million of it or more, it can be treated differently, based on how much people like it, into "Who are you?" and roadside occurrences.

Mr. Qiu didn’t quite fall to this level, but the Sword Sect’s attitude toward him was one of letting things take their course.

Although he had achieved great deeds, not only providing Zhang Ze with the talent Song Qingpao, but also achieving remarkable feats during the Northern Territory trip with Brother Feng.

Yet his rarity was still gradually declining.

Currently, there are simply too many captives from the Hundred Demons Sect and rehabilitated soul cultivators from the Hundred Demons Sect, and soon more cultivators from the Hundred Demons Sect will visit Cyan Thorn.

Mr. Qiu’s rarity has already turned from gold to blue.

And after he regretted his past actions, he broke his own meridians, letting himself live only until the Qinghe Association. During this period, he stayed in his study suppressing his dark thoughts, rarely appearing, and recording the secrets he knew in cipher.

Thus, the legend of Hero Chou in the Cyan Thorn Realm’s Jianghu gradually faded away, replaced by new advertisements from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion and ancient demon beast bounty orders.

Probably only a few people would vaguely remember the unfortunate man who liked to fan himself in autumn and was generous.

As for the Sword Hall, the only one who might genuinely care about him was the old sword cultivator who retired from the frontline and now taught at the Sword Hall.

This old sword cultivator, who abandoned the sword for literature, always regarded Qiu Jidan as his student.

But this old man’s lifespan ran out yesterday, and he passed away.

...

Zhang Ze, holding a list, looked at the junior disciple on duty behind the counter, "You mean that after Hero Chou returned from the Northern Territory, he hasn’t stepped out since?"

As the Sword Hall is set up by the Sword Sect as a branch across various locations, the loose cultivators who joined under temporary work status couldn’t simply freeload; they were required to go out monthly on duty, assisting Sword Sect cultivators in handling various matters.

After Young Master Qiu and Lin Feng returned from the north, he hadn’t stepped out of the small courtyard he resided in.

This behavior is generally called empty pay-checking.

"Yes." The little disciple rubbed his hands, seemingly a bit afraid of Zhang Ze, but still mustered the courage to speak.

"This matter was entrusted by Mr. Qing Yuan before he left, asking us not to disturb Mr. Qiu, saying Mr. Qiu had important things to do..."

Zhang Ze waved his hand, "It’s nothing, I was just casually asking, I’m an old friend of his, and I came this time to ask him some questions."

This time, Zhang Ze intended to inquire with Qiu Jidan about matters of the Hundred Demons Sect and help him with an ailment.

Seeing that Young Master Qiu had developed a split personality from studying at the Sword Hall, he was now in a constant state between gods and demons, half good, half evil.

This condition also gave Qiu Jidan a chance for redemption, and what Zhang Ze needed to do was to strip away the personality of his dark thoughts.

His innate Tao Pill was just suitable for this task.

If successful, maybe one day he could establish a detention center, allowing them to become better people within, properly reforming.

He could become the warden or something...

Thinking of these random things, Zhang Ze was led by the junior disciple to a small courtyard, quiet and isolated, with no one around.

"Mr. Qiu, are you there?"

No response from the courtyard, Zhang Ze sensed with his brow slightly furrowed and gestured to the junior disciple not to call out. He stepped directly into the back courtyard, then pushed open the study door.

The junior disciple was nimble, too, climbing onto the wall when Zhang Ze opened the door, but upon seeing the situation inside, he exclaimed, almost falling.

Qiu Jidan was dead.

Suicide.

Qiu Jidan knelt on the ground, uninjured externally, his meridians shattered to death. Before him lay a book, with a letter pressed beneath it.

"Don’t shout." Zhang Ze told the startled junior disciple to calm down first.

He hadn’t died long, his three souls and seven spirits had not yet dissipated, not only not dispersed but were wrestling together like two vortices, with one group trying to devour the other.

Zhang Ze hurriedly took out a handkerchief woven from Nether Soul Silk from the Hundred Treasures Bag and placed it in front of his mouth, then pinched a spell and deeply inhaled.

His innate Tao Pill inside was activated, a vortex rose in the room, and the two souls vying for dominance were swiftly inhaled by him and wrapped up by the handkerchief.

This spell he used for the first time, hadn’t named it yet, so the casting seemed somewhat clumsy.

"Senior Brother, what technique is this! My master never taught me this!" The junior disciple asked curiously.

"Your senior brother here just made it up, called Breath of the Sun. I’ll write this technique and put it in the Library Pavilion in a few days, and you can go see it yourself." Zhang Ze thought for a moment, then continued, "I need to take away this person’s body and everything in the study. You stand guard outside the courtyard, don’t let anyone in."

"Oh, alright, Senior Brother."

After the child left, Zhang Ze summoned a magical artifact, capturing Qiu Jidan’s body and everything in the room, then cast a spell and directly hurried back to the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

...

At the construction site over there, Profound Identification, wrapped in black silk, drifted everywhere like an invisible moving surveillance camera.