Chapter 212: Yiyi, one click will solve the problem
In the afternoon, a light snowfall dusted the ground, quickly covering the roads the servants had just cleared. The maids of the Yun Mansion bustled about, carrying volumes of simple letters, shuttling between the gate and the main hall.
Yun Yiyi, dressed in an ethereal golden fairy gown with a feathered belt gently floating behind her as if defying gravity, sat upon the main seat in the hall, furrowing her brows as she perused the documents from Zhongfeng Hall.
Previously, during the investigation of the Jiange case, she had instructed disciples from Yishui Peak to check the identities and recent activities of the twenty-seven inner disciples. She was reviewing the reports submitted by those disciples.
According to accounts from their disciples, the twenty-seven individuals had either gone missing the day before the incident, taken on tasks outside, ventured into the mountains for herbs, or hunted monsters…
These facts seemed straightforward, but the real question remained—who aided Xue Xinghai in killing the twenty-seven disciples?
Elder Zhuang was heavily suspected, but Yun Yiyi was more concerned about…
Where did Elder Zhuang find assistance? Indeed, he couldn’t have acted alone. There must have been other forces involved. These forces could freely enter and exit the Sword Sect’s mountain gate…
In other words, those who helped Elder Zhuang were likely disciples of the Sword Sect. This thought made Yun Yiyi feel a sense of dread. This entire affair was not just about Elder Zhuang. It likely involved other Moon Shadow Sword Sect elders and even disciples in the Core Formation stage.
As the saying goes, one small move can affect the entire situation.
Yun Yiyi was worried. If it turned out that the deaths of the twenty-seven internal disciples were linked to several elders, how would she resolve the situation?
“The Moon Shadow Sword Sect has eight elders in the Nascent Soul stage. There are 421 disciples in the Core Formation stage practising at Zhongfeng,” She muttered, then looked at Ye Anping, who was assisting her with the affairs of Yishui Peak, and continued, “Then there are about 30,000 disciples in the Foundation Establishment and Qi-Refining stages on our three inner peaks, and over 100,000 disciples in the Body Tempering stage on our seven outer peaks.”
Ye Anping, who had been diligently attending to the paperwork, paused at her words, setting down his ink pen and looking at her with a hint of concern. “Hmm? Miss Yun, why bring this up all of a sudden?”
Yun Yiyi sighed deeply. “I’m worried about the Jiange case. What should we do if we continue investigating and find three or four elders involved? I can’t possibly exile or imprison so many elders, can I?”
Ye Anping fell silent, contemplating the gravity of the situation.
“And why would they surrender so easily? My father is still in seclusion, and no one can take charge of the situation. The elders in the Nascent Soul stage won’t listen to a mid-level foundation-building cultivator like me. They’ll surely fight back. Even if I win with the help of other elders, the Sword Sect will lose half of its Nascent Soul cultivators and even half of its Core Formation cultivators.”
Hearing this, Ye Anping understood the source of her current helpless expression. After hesitating, he asked, “So, does Miss Yun want to continue the investigation?”
Yun Yiyi remained silent for a moment, then replied with a hint of resignation, “Even if we find out in the end, there’s no way to punish them. It would all be for nothing, wouldn’t it?”
Seeing her dejected expression, Ye Anping smiled faintly, picked up the teapot beside him, poured a cup of tea, and stood up to bring it to her, saying, “But what if this matter concerns the entire Moon Shadow Sword Sect?”
Yun Yiyi looked puzzled and said, “The entire Moon Shadow Sword Sect!”
“Yes,” Ye Anping nodded. “Elder Zhuang is highly suspicious, but we don’t know why he would kill those twenty-seven people. And those twenty-seven happen to be all internal disciples with the blood of the Yun family. Moreover, in just a few months, Master Yun Tian will come out of seclusion and pass on the position of sect leader. It’s no coincidence that Elder Zhuang would do such a thing at this juncture, is it?”
Listening to Ye Anping’s analysis, Yun Yiyi rested her chin on her hand, pondering momentarily, and asked, “Then how should we investigate? Yesterday, I sent someone to find Yun Kun, but there’s been no news. I can’t think of why Elder Zhuang would kill those twenty-seven disciples…”
After considering for a moment, Ye Anping pushed further and said, “In my opinion, Elder Zhuang didn’t choose those twenty-seven people randomly. There must have been something wrong with them.”
Yun Yiyi furrowed her brows in thought for a moment, then suddenly seemed to have an epiphany. She quickly commanded, “Someone, come here!”
As soon as she spoke, two or three disciples from Yishui Peak hurried in and bowed respectfully.
“Miss, what are your orders?”
Yun Yiyi took a jade token from her storage bag and tossed it in front of the two, saying, “Take my token and go to the Hall of Fame at Zhongfeng. Retrieve the Yun family genealogy for me, but make sure no one else knows that’s what you’re after.”
The two were momentarily surprised but quickly bowed and accepted the task. With the token in hand, they left the main hall and flew towards the central peak of the Sword Sect.
“Yun Yiyi is indeed formidable. She understands things instantly,” Ye Anping thought as he watched them leave, feeling a sense of admiration.
With the Yun family genealogy, Yun Yiyi should be able to discover that the twenty-seven deceased individuals were all descendants of her eldest brother, Yun Kunwu. However, she and her sister Yun Xi had never met him and believed him to be long dead. Yun Tianchong had imprisoned Yun Kunwu in the Sword Sect’s forbidden area after committing a grave mistake.
Zhuang Yan killed the twenty-seven people to use their organs to create a body for Yun Kunwu, planning to release him from Yun Tianchong’s confinement. But that was a matter for later. Right now, Ye Anping had to focus on the present.
He glanced out the window at the falling snow in the courtyard and said, “Miss Yun, please excuse me for a moment.”
“Huh! Do you need me to come with you?” Yun Yiyi asked.
“No, I’ll be back soon,” Ye Anping replied.
Yun Yiyi paused momentarily, then stood up, removed a cloak from her storage bag, and helped Ye Anping put it on. “It’s cold outside; be careful of catching a chill,” She said.
“Thank you,” Ye Anping replied with a nod.
After bowing in gratitude, Ye Anping tied the cloak securely and left the main hall. He grabbed an umbrella from his storage bag and entered the falling snow.
