Chapter 105: A Fine Head for the Taking

Outside the gates of Huo Lin, there was still some commotion, but the three leaders had already retreated into the town’s streets, and a large number of constables had arrived.

A pale-faced, refined man in a long robe leapt down from the shattered carriage. He appeared as fragile as a scholar, but anyone who thought so was gravely mistaken. This was Baili Feng, the eldest senior disciple of the Sword Pavilion, and the lead scout for the bridal procession. His delicate appearance was often deceptive, for many had met their doom by his hand.

He now stood before Jin Mailang, who gazed at him and asked, "What happened?"

Baili Feng shook his head. "The third miss is missing. She has been switched."

Those few words revealed much. Although the sect mode was activated, the third miss was nowhere to be seen here. This meant she had been tampered with long ago.

There was no news of the third miss on the sect channel, no messages carried by carrier pigeons, yet she was still online. This meant her acupoints had been seized, and she was under constant attack, unable to send messages or use a recall scroll, and certainly unable to log off immediately.

Baili Feng continued, “The woman who died in the carriage was Zhong Shuman, from the Hidden Sword Manor. She wasn’t truly from the manor but a minor hero. The one who killed her was likely her companion—the man from Hidden Sword Manor known as 'Force Conquers All,' a wanted criminal in Yizhou District.”

Jin Mailang said nothing, his expression darkening as he pondered. Clearly, he too was baffled.

After a long pause, he asked, “What about Ximen Jian?”

Baili Feng sighed, “Dead. His neck was severed by a single stroke—definitely the work of ‘Force Conquers All.’ The carriage was also tampered with; there’s a hidden compartment in the upper room.”

Baili Feng was one of Jin Mailang’s most trusted subordinates, not only keen-eyed but concise in speech—anyone could grasp the implications hidden beneath his words.

Remarkably, Jin Mailang remained composed, though his face had darkened considerably. Behind him, several influential figures murmured among themselves. The wedding carriage was wrecked, the bride missing, and a female hero’s corpse inexplicably present. No matter how one looked at it, this was far from honorable.

If Jin Mailang had no reaction when Zhang He stormed into the inn, it was perhaps because he hadn’t yet taken Zhang He seriously. But now, the matter he truly cared about had arrived.

From the distant street, a lively wedding procession of two to three hundred people approached, beating drums and celebrating joyously.

The Beggars’ Sect’s bridal procession!

At the front were two mid-level chivalrous men, their clearance badges hanging prominently, causing a group of constables to part the way. The formation behind resembled that of Hidden Sword Manor: drummers, musicians, and guards all present. At the rear stood the leader of the Beggars’ Sect’s Yuezhou headquarters, clearly in command.

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