Chapter Eighteen: The Night Thief

  A2 casually patted the short sword, and the fresh blood in his body was sucked away by the short sword. In an instant, the short sword turned into a dazzling crimson color. A2's body suddenly trembled violently, and his originally withered body suddenly became even more emaciated, turning into a skeletal frame wrapped in skin.

  A shrill cry, the short sword brought up a long streak of blood light towards Wu Qi's chest. Wherever the blood light passed, the wind ropes released by Wu Qi shattered one after another. The blood light was swift, and Wu Qi barely dodged in time, only managing to twist his body slightly, allowing the blood light to slant through his right shoulder, bringing up a long streak of blood arrows several feet long.

  He let out a loud cry, and with his left hand grasping at the blood light, a blue gleaming aura burst forth and enveloped the short sword. His body slid forward, and in an instant he appeared before Ah Er, his right leg flying up in a kick that ruthlessly struck Ah Er's lower abdomen.

  With a "bang", Ah Er was kicked flying for several meters, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, apparently dead.

  Don't cling to life, clutching the hilt of the short sword that keeps jumping in your palm, let out a strange cry, and fall backwards.

  Before others could see what had happened, Wu Xi's arm muscles rippled like water as he skillfully slid the strange short sword into his clothes and tucked it into a hidden pocket on his chest.

  Lu Chengfeng slowly stood up, he glanced at Yi Xing with a pleased expression, and said coldly: "Good, it turns out there's still a door guest who knows how to use magical tools. Lord City Guardian, esteemed gentlemen, Lu has learned something this time!"

  He sneered a few times, and Lu Chengfeng walked to the side of Wu Qi, who was "unconscious", picked him up with one hand, and strode out with a proud expression.

  Yi Yan, plump and white, raised his wine glass, slowly took a sip of wine. Looking at Lu Chengfeng's distant back, Yi Yan lightly patted his hand and laughed: "Lu Dianjun has left, but these fine wines and delicacies cannot be wasted. Everyone, let's have fun!"

  The faint sound of music came from the back hall, and dozens of dancers with thin clothes and large areas of snow-white skin exposed outside danced out, flying ribbons and lotus fans in the hands of the dancers, making the main hall even more magnificent.

  The numerous officials of Xiaomeng City burst into laughter and raised their wine cups one after another to toast Yi Yan and the others.

  Lu Chengfeng listened to the joyful music coming from behind him, but his refined face was a picture of indifference. He held Mu Xi and walked through courtyard after courtyard, although there were countless guards, maids, and servants walking around, it seemed as if he and Mu Xi were the only two people in the world, isolated and serene to the extreme.

  After passing through the three courtyards, just as they were about to return to the Dianjun Mansion, Wu Qi suddenly opened his eyes and winked at Lu Chengfeng.

  Lu Chengfeng was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to throw Wu Qi away.

  He hastily whispered, "Wait a minute, I'm still dizzy. It's also troublesome for the young master to take me back and let everyone know that I was injured by that inferior magic tool, the injury is very serious, and I won't be able to move without several days of rest."

  Lu Chengfeng's expression remained unchanged as he continued walking forward with Wu Qi in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "What brings you here?"

  He didn't beg for a smile and came over with a few words, he glanced at the position of his own chest pocket, and chuckled in a low voice: "A lower-grade artifact, it's worth a lot of money, right?"

  Lu Chengfeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and said: "It's also possible. This inferior magic tool is probably easy to give to that Ah Er, if he really has no shame and wants to take it back, it's not a big deal but still a bit of trouble."

  He smiled wryly and continued to pretend to be unconscious, muttering in a low voice: "Young Master, it seems that your identity as the eldest son of the Lu family doesn't seem to be working. Isn't the Yi family on good terms with the Lu family for generations? Why are they targeting you like this?"

  Lu Chengfeng remained silent for a long time, and it wasn't until they were almost at the suite arranged for Wu Qi that he spoke up in a low voice, "Yes, the Lu family and the Yi family have been close friends for generations, and there's also the relationship between relatives by marriage, but it has nothing to do with me."

  He shouted a few times to hurry up and find medicine and boiling water to treat Wu Jue, Lu Chengfeng hastily lowered his voice and said: "The eldest son of the Lu family, how could he come to this small city to be just a humble military officer? This reason will be told to you later! If you regret it, you can abandon Lu Mou and find another way out."

  Don't beg with your eyes closed, mouth slightly moving, as if whispering: "Adding flowers to brocade is not as good as sending charcoal in snowy weather. I bet you'll be successful!"

  Lu Chengfeng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly let out a heavy sigh.

  Lao Hei and Xiao Hei hastily brought over several female attendants who were slaves purchased by Lu Chongfeng himself, trained since childhood, and were among the few people he could trust.

  In a flurry, Wu Qi cleaned the wound on his right shoulder, applied a thick layer of their secret golden wound ointment, and Lu Chengfeng left Wu Qi to rest in the room, leaving two maidservants to attend to him.

  In the eyes of those easily arranged maidservants, Wu Qi was already seriously injured and unable to get up. Suddenly, everyone's attention focused on Lu Chengfeng.

  After a chaotic commotion, it was already late at night.

  The suite where Mo Qi lived consisted of two bedrooms, one bright and one dark, with a small living room and a study. Nowadays, the inner bedroom was occupied by Mo Qi, while the outer bedroom was shared by two maidservants of Lu Chengfeng. The two maidservants couldn't bear the night, although Lu Chengfeng had ordered them to take good care of Mo Qi, they had already fallen asleep on the bed in the outer room.

  The unconscious and unresponsive Mo Qi suddenly got up, quietly walked out of the room, and gently pressed a few points on the two maids. The acupoints he pressed were enough to make the two maids sleep until dawn.

  Returning to his bedroom, Wu Qi pushed open the window. Outside was a garden filled with lush trees and exotic flowers. In one corner of the garden, there was a side door that led directly to the small drill ground outside the Imperial Guard's headquarters, where many officials from the Imperial Guard lived nearby.

  Looked around for a moment, and with a clear gaze, carefully explored the surroundings, but there was no one hiding nearby.

  Wu Qi's figure flashed out of the window, and he hastily wrapped a piece of cloth around his face. A thin layer of mist appeared on his body, and Wu Qi's figure suddenly became blurry as a faint mist emerged around him, making it difficult to discern his shape with the naked eye from three zhang away.

  The stolen scriptures encompass all things, among which the "Pre-Heavenly Water Spirit Escape Technique" in the "Water Source Chapter" is unparalleled. Although Mo Qi has only reached the peak of post-heavenly cultivation and cannot achieve the level described in the "Water Source Chapter", where one can borrow a wisp of water vapor to traverse thousands of miles in an instant, gathering a wisp of water vapor to conceal his figure is extremely easy.

  Lightly soaring into the air, taking advantage of the water vapor's cover, without being detected, it swiftly passed through layer upon layer of courtyards and arrived at the outer walls of Yi Yan's inner residence.

  It was deep in the night, and except for the guards on duty, everyone in the vast mansion had fallen into a deep sleep. Those guards on duty, even the strongest among them, were only at the level of internal energy cultivation of thirty or forty years, how could they possibly discover Mo Xi's tracks?

  Not to mention the secret methods of hiding and tracking in the Thieves' Guild, but just saying that Mo Qi had been lurking around the Heaven-Exchanging-Day Gate for so many years, his thieving skills were also quite formidable. Under the cover of a body of misty rain, Mo Qi crawled past the noses of the night guards several times without anyone discovering him.

  As if entering a deserted territory, he quietly and easily passed through the layers of defense lines, arriving at Yi Yan's bedroom door.

  Yi Yan's bedroom was spacious and luxurious, with all sorts of decorations that shone brightly like jewels, but these didn't need to be mentioned. Just talking about Yi Yan's large bed made one sigh in wonder, it was simply breathtaking.

  That was a solid gold bed, several feet long, with thick brocade on it. Mr. Qi gazed at the solid square block of gold, feeling his palms burning hot, and wished he could take this piece of pure gold away.

  After mixing with the villagers of He Meng Village for a few days, Mo Xi knew that gold was valuable in this place. Ordinary people couldn't even see what gold looked like normally. One ingot of gold could be exchanged for one hundred ingots of silver, and one ingot of silver weighing one or two liang could be exchanged for three hundred to one thousand coins. But a barbarian's head was only worth one hundred coins.

  This big bed of Yi Yan's is worth a fortune in gold!

  "This dead pig, saying that taxes are not enough, and there's even no money to repair the city wall? Strip him bare! Strip him bare!"

  Don't covet this pure gold bed, heart hot, eyes hot, hands hot, the whole body is excited. Unfortunately, this bed weighs incredibly heavily, how can Don't covet move it away? The thief's internal memory did record that there was a kind of magical storage ring and storage bag that could store a huge amount of things. The top-grade storage ring could even put a star into it.

  Unfortunately, he had just started practicing and hadn't even figured out what kind of world he was in, so where would he go to find such a treasure?

  The stolen scriptures also have methods for refining storage rings and storage bags, but unfortunately, the first material is hard to come by, and the second requires a cultivation base that is far from sufficient. Without great magical powers or divine abilities, it is impossible to refine such treasure-holding objects.

  She sighed and slowly walked to the bedside, pointing a finger at Yi Yan's body, which was snoring loudly, causing him to fall into a deep coma.

  The meat mountain-like Yi Yan was still lying beside him, and four small and beautiful little maids were also lying there, completely naked, with extremely tired expressions on their faces. It was clear that before falling asleep, Yi Yan had been very romantic with them. Wu Qi looked at Yi Yan's exaggeratedly fat body, then glanced at those little maids whose waists were not even as thick as his arm, and couldn't help but wonder how they hadn't been crushed into meat patties by him.

  Her hand moved like the wind and pointed at the four little maidservants, who also fell asleep.

  After some thought, he lifted the brocade quilt covering Yi Yan's body and looked down at him.

  "Wow, what a great figure!"

  He took a quick glance at the four little maids' bodies, didn't put down the brocade quilt, and rubbed his hands together quickly, letting out a strange laugh of 'heh heh'.

  Yi Yan's purple gold crown, take it away; Yi Yan's ring, take it away; Yi Yan's belt, take it away. The various colored gems and pearls inlaid in the house, all pried out and taken away. In a corner of the house, there was also a large pile of exquisitely cast gold ingots belonging to the boss, which were also taken away.

  After years of tempering within the gates of Tianqiao, Wu Qiong's gaze had become extremely sharp, and the value of all gold, jade, and precious gems was crystal clear to him. In just one moment, Wu Qiong looted everything valuable in the house.

  The house was looted, and after a quick glance around, Le Xiao Bai's memories merged into his soul, allowing him to quickly find the two mechanisms in the house. He moved away the two bronze deer incense burners in front of Yi Yan's bed, stomped on the floor tile below with force, and the wall at one corner of the bedroom slid open, revealing a secret door.

  Excitedly rubbing his hands together, he slipped into the secret room like a wisp of smoke.

  Soon, the sound of a mouse falling into a rice jar was heard from the secret room! The most precious part of Xiaoming City's output over the past two years was all stored in this secret room. Ling Shi, beautiful jade, gemstones, and various rare treasures, totaling fifteen large boxes.

  Without begging for mercy, he repeatedly ran back and forth between Yi Yan's bedroom and the forest outside the city. Relying on his agility after using his escape technique, each trip took no more than a moment. After spending a full hour and a half, Wu Qi had finally moved all of Yi Yan's belongings away.

  In the forest, a very deep pit was dug to bury these treasures, and Mu Qi whistled as he returned to Dianjun Mansion.

  He was worried about one thing, where to find a storage-type treasure?

  After a moment of sentimentality, he drifted off into a sweet sleep.

  The next day, early in the morning, the large city master's mansion was almost overturned by Yi Yan's crazy roar.

  "My money, my money, where's my money?! Who's the bloody thief who stole my money, my money, where's my money?!"

  "My vote, my vote, where's my vote? Dear comrades, hurry up and cast more votes, my vote, where's my vote?"