Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting with brother's wife and young sister Chapter 883 - 475: Soul Hook Bell!

It was precisely midnight.

Within the Ning Family’s ancestral shrine.

Master Tong!

A faint, shaky voice echoed through the hall.

Shen Tong, who was deep in Cultivation, opened his eyes languidly at the call. What is it, he asked.

Jiang Yudao from Dark Moon has sent word. It concerns the death of Young Master Shen Xuan. He claims there is a high probability that the Hidden Kill were not responsible.

At these words, Shen Tong’s eyes widened, his heart seized by a sharp, sudden ache.

Xuan’Er!

Shen Tong’s gaze surged with bloodthirsty intensity; he had always harbored a nagging intuition that the circumstances of Shen Xuan’s demise were far from normal. However, after the Hall Master of the Star Hall provided his divinations, he was misled into believing the Hidden Kill were the culprits. Now, with Dark Moon casting doubt on that conclusion, his own suspicions were finally confirmed.

Where is he, he demanded.

He is located in the Central Region of the Imperial City, at the base of Dark Moon.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Shen Tong rose. He abandoned the family shrine, his form soaring directly into the night sky.

Hmm? Shen Feng frowned witnessing the sudden movement.

What could be so urgent at this late hour? Could he be heading to Dark Moon? A dark premonition gnawed at his gut.

Impossible, he muttered to himself. He could no longer sit idle. In the current climate, any association with Dark Moon was treacherous. He immediately produced a Communication Spirit Talisman and signaled, Big brother, Shen Tong has departed the family compound.

...

Across the dark firmament, Shen Tong moved with blistering speed, quickly reaching the gates of Dark Moon.

Phew. I truly hope you are not toying with this old man, for if you are, the consequences will be dire.

He had convinced himself that he had moved on from Shen Xuan’s death, yet in this moment, he realized he had been lying to himself. He had simply been insulating his heart against the pain. He believed he was powerless because the Hidden Kill were an unstoppable force. But now, if they were truly innocent, then he knew his duty. Father will ensure you are avenged, he vowed, his resolve turning to tempered steel. He marched toward the entrance of Dark Moon.

Brother Shen, you are tardy. My tea has already grown cold, Jiang Yudao remarked, sitting comfortably and watching as Shen Tong stepped inside.

Punctuality is of no consequence, Shen Tong replied, staring intently at the man. Accuracy is what matters. Do not deceive me, or I will make your organization pay a heavy price.

Sit, Jiang Yudao offered with a flick of his hand. Shen Tong sat across from him and immediately demanded to know the truth.

There is quite a story to be told, Jiang Yudao said, noticing the other man’s gravity. It was Prince Xuan of Molan Mansion.

Evidence, Shen Tong commanded coldly. He desired vengeance, but he was not a complete fool; mere words would not suffice. Even from within the family shrine, he was informed of the world’s happenings. He knew the Dark Moon branches in Molan Mansion had been shuttered, and he knew it bore the imprint of the Three Judicial Departments—but to link that to Prince Xuan was a bold claim. He would not allow himself to be a pawn in someone else’s political game.

Shen Xuan had a prior conflict with the Prince. Later, he secretly infiltrated Dark Moon to investigate the background of the Prince and the dealings between the Southern King and the Ning Family, Jiang Yudao explained, leaning in. Ye Jinghong prevented him from proceeding, but after they departed, Prince Xuan arrived at Dark Moon, caught wind of the investigation, and the trail ends there. My conclusion is that Shen Xuan’s death is intricately tied to the Prince.

Is that all, Shen Tong asked, his brows knotting in frustration. This was merely conjecture, devoid of substance. Prince Xuan was a regional lord; even someone of his status could not move against the Prince without concrete proof, especially given the Prince’s ties to His Highness Qin Ying. He could not place the entire Shen Family in jeopardy for a rumor.

Is that, in your opinion, insufficient? Jiang Yudao challenged.

Hmph. If that is the extent of your evidence, I am finished here, Shen Tong said, rising to leave.

But as he neared the exit, Jiang Yudao called out, You could always consult Ye Jinghong. I believe he holds the answers you seek.

Shen Tong froze, his foot hovering over the threshold. If you are wrong, Dark Moon will answer to my rage, he warned before vanishing into the night.

Jiang Yudao let out a soft chuckle. You will go, he whispered to the empty room.

...

Jiang Yudao’s prediction proved accurate. Shen Tong bypassed the family home entirely and set his sights on Molan Mansion. Ignoring the midnight curfew, he utilized a secret clandestine pathway. He had to know the truth. If it was indeed the Prince, justice would be served.

However, awaiting him at the exit of the secret path was Shen Chong.

Where do you think you are going, and why are you utilizing this forbidden route? Shen Chong’s expression was stern. Leaving the family at midnight to flee the city—it was clearly no small matter.

Big brother, I intend to uncover the real truth about Xuan’Er’s death.

Shen Chong frowned in bewilderment. Was it not established that the Hidden Kill were the killers? Did the Hall Master of the Star Hall not confirm it?

Nothing is certain, and I must verify the facts, Shen Tong insisted.

Impossible, Shen Chong rejected the notion immediately. The Hall Master’s predictions are unerring. Furthermore, Dark Moon is too entangled in controversy; stay away from them. He had been waiting for this exact reason. Dark Moon was in ruins; with the Molan Mansion sealed and the Three Judicial Departments of Jiuyue Mansion now moving, it was a death trap. He could not comprehend why the authorities were suddenly purging them, but a monster like the high official in charge, Zhan Tian, never acted without cause—and once he began his slaughter, he did not care who was caught in the wake.