Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 126

“What… what’s going on?”

Ni Huaijun’s face instantly turned pale, her voice trembling.

Wang Bo directed everyone: “Stay alert, protect the Young Lady, let’s go in and take a look.”

Zhang San and Liu Biao were the first to step into the courtyard, cautiously checking the situation. Song Ling and Ni Huaijun followed closely, while Wang Bo and the other guards formed a circle, vigilantly observing their surroundings.

Aside from the dense sound of raindrops, the entire Ni Manor was dead silent.

They walked through the blood-stained courtyard, each step feeling exceptionally heavy. As they entered the inner residence, a more oppressive atmosphere enveloped them. The doors of the inner residence were half-open, creaking in the wind like wails.

Pushing open the door, the sight that greeted Ni Huaijun nearly made her faint—

Her father and mother lay in pools of blood, each with a gruesome wound, their expressions frozen in their final moments of terror.

“Father! Mother!”

Ni Huaijun’s tears instantly burst forth, her body slumping, fortunately caught by Song Ling.

Wang Bo suppressed his grief, stepped forward to check their injuries, confirmed their passing, and said, “The Master and Madam still have residual warmth; they must have been murdered not long ago…”

“Who? Who exactly did this? My father is the Xiangding Commander, and our household even has a first-rate martial artist as a guard instructor. Under the jurisdiction of the Sizhou Prefect, who dares, and who can do such a thing!”

Ni Huaijun’s voice carried uncontrollable anger and despair, a stark contrast to the delicate young lady she had been when alone with Song Ling earlier.

Wang Bo wiped a tear and said in a deep voice:

“Young Lady, I’ll immediately have people check inside and outside the manor for any traces left by the murderer or suspicious individuals.”

“Thank you for your trouble, Wang Bo…”

Ni Huaijun tried her best to control her grief, forcing herself to calm down.

She knew that now was not the time to wallow in sorrow but to quickly uncover the truth and seek justice for her parents. After a moment of thought, she added:

“Oh, and Wang Bo, Yuan Honghui, the Director of the Patrol Division, has always been on good terms with my father. Send someone to notify him quickly.”

“Yes, Young Lady.”

Just as Wang Bo was about to turn and arrange for manpower, a series of urgent and heavy footsteps approached from afar, breaking the silence of the Ni Manor’s inner residence. Immediately after, a group of officers in official uniforms and armed with weapons stormed into the courtyard. Their expressions were serious, their demeanor aggressive, and they directly surrounded Ni Huaijun and her group.

“No need to notify him, I’m here.”

The leader, dressed in a black Patrol Division uniform, was precisely Yuan Honghui, the Director of the Patrol Division mentioned by Ni Huaijun.

But at this moment, there was no hint of friendliness or sympathy on his face. Instead, he looked coldly at Ni Huaijun and said, “Ni Huaijun, to covet family property, you actually murdered your own parents and family. This is utterly depraved and outrageous! Men, seize her!”

Upon hearing this, Ni Huaijun was struck by lightning, standing frozen on the spot. She looked at Yuan Honghui in disbelief:

“Uncle Yuan, what are you saying? I… how could I possibly kill my parents?”

Yuan Honghui unhurriedly pulled out an official document from his and read aloud:

“According to this Division’s investigation, Ni Huaijun, dissatisfied with her parents’ arrangements for her marriage, harbored resentment and colluded with outside villains. She snuck into the manor tonight, murdered her parents, and attempted to seize the Ni family’s property. The evidence is conclusive and undeniable.”

“That’s utter nonsense!”

Ni Huaijun finally recovered from her shock and retorted angrily, “I never had such a thought, nor have I ever colluded with any outside villains! Uncle Yuan, you and my father have been friends for many years, and you watched me grow up. Do you truly believe I would be capable of such a thing?!”

Song Ling glanced at Ni Huaijun, a bit speechless.

She still hadn’t realized this was an obvious frame-up and was trying to reason with them. Her mind was a bit slow to catch on.

A complex expression flashed across Yuan Honghui’s face, but it quickly returned to cold indifference:

“Ni Huaijun, facts speak louder than words. This Division has conclusive evidence; you need not say more. Men, take them away and bring them back to the Patrol Division for interrogation.”

Upon hearing this, the patrol officers stepped forward to apprehend them, but Wang Bo and the others drew their weapons, glaring angrily, confronting them.

“Audacious!”

Yuan Honghui roared, erupting with the might of a top-tier second-rate martial artist. His vital energy surged as he swiftly approached Wang Bo and struck with a palm.

Wang Bo tried to parry and block, but Yuan Honghui’s internal energy was far stronger than he imagined. He felt a tremendous force hit him, and he was violently pushed back several steps, his vital energy churning, barely able to stand.

“Dare to resist again, and I’ll kill you on the spot!”

Yuan Honghui’s tone was icy, his eyes revealing undeniable killing intent.

Even Ni Huaijun, slow as she was, finally understood the situation. She gave a silent bitter smile and said to Yuan Honghui, “I understand, Director Yuan. We will go with you, but…”

Ni Huaijun looked at Song Ling and said, “This gentleman here met me by chance and has nothing to do with this matter. Would Director Yuan please release him?”

Yuan Honghui glanced at Song Ling and said:

“No, this person might be the villain you colluded with. Take him too!”

Ni Huaijun wanted to say more, but Yuan Honghui turned away, ignoring her, and simply ordered his subordinates to tie everyone up.

After Wang Bo’s resistance, everyone knew they were no match for Yuan Honghui, especially with so many patrol officers assisting. So, they obediently allowed themselves to be captured without resistance.

“I’m sorry, Young Master Zhu, I’ve implicated you,” Ni Huaijun said with a sorrowful expression.

Suddenly learning of her parents’ deaths, being slandered by an elder she had known since childhood, and now facing imprisonment… such a rush of emotions left her mind somewhat numb.

“What are you saying, Young Lady? If not for your rescue in the wilderness, I, Zhu, would likely be a withered bone by the roadside.”

Song Ling shook his head faintly.

Adding some amusement to the monotonous journey wasn’t a bad idea.

When he read novels on Earth, he often wondered how protagonists who transmigrated to worlds where strength reigned supreme could maintain their diligent cultivation every day for months, years, or even decades without any entertainment.

When he was in the Xiongbo Palace on Makblue Mountain, besides cultivating, he would spend several hours relaxing and entertaining himself each day. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have taken him half a year to reach Heavenly Gang.

Yet, many protagonists in novels from his previous life seemed to have an “always on” focus mode, never wasting a moment on entertainment.

But before they transmigrated, most of them were ordinary people, not social elites.

If they truly possessed the willpower to study and improve for over ten hours a day, year after year, as long as they weren’t intellectually challenged, they would surely have a chance to get into top universities, if not the very best.

If they weren’t students, the same willpower applied elsewhere would likely yield remarkable results in anything they did.

However, the reality was not so.

Transmigrators were ordinary on Earth, but after transmigrating, their willpower was maxed out… In Song Ling’s opinion, perhaps this was the biggest cheat of all.

He certainly couldn’t do it.

Now that he finally had power, if he didn’t enjoy the world a bit, wouldn’t he have become strong for nothing?

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