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Sixteen told him how she was attacked by the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect in the hospital, how Song Shuhang saved her, how an assassin came to kill them, how she and Song Shuhang were prepared to find the clues about the ‘assassin’ in Fengshou Express Delivery’s headquarters in Jiangnan, and how a strange ball of smoke took away Song Shuhang... there was a monster pekingese following the smoke ball, too.     

When she had finished, Sixteen asked, "Seven, did you really steal the treasure of Immortal Farming Sect and wound their disciples?"     

"No, I would never do something like that," Su Clan’s Seven said, shaking his head.     

"But, a few days ago, I did go to Immortal Farming Sect," he spoke and frowned slightly. "At that time, I met a friend, and we got along quite well. When he knew that I was looking for medicine to cure injury from heavenly tribulation, he recommended to me the ‘Seven Colors Wonder Fruit’ of Immortal Farming Sect. As a small sect, Immortal Farming Sect was very good at planting spiritual drugs, and thus was a little famous among cultivators. At that time, that friend of mine accompanied me to Immortal Farming Sect and we asked them if they could sell the ‘Seven Colors Wonder Fruit’ to me. However, they refused as ‘Seven Colors Wonder Fruit’ was the most precious treasure of their sect and was not for sale. So, I gave it up and went on to look for other medicine."     

It seemed that... since he and his friend had gone to Immortal Farming Sect, he was targeted by that ‘Moon Saber Sect’. Was Moon Saber Sect trying to create a conflict between him and Immortal Farming Sect and then continue to profit from it by framing him after they stole the ‘Seven Colors Wonder Fruit’?     

‘Don’t seek death.’ It was so easy to understand, so why was there always someone who didn’t understand it...?     

"Seven, what are we going to do? Song Shuhang has been seized," Sixteen asked. It was because of her that he was seized.     

"Do you know where they're going to take Song Shuhang?" asked Seven.     

Sixteen shook her head. She saw the direction the black smoke ball was running away in, but it kept changing directions and masked its own scent when running away. It had been so long that they would not have been able to catch up with it.     

She was worried about Song Shuhang’s safety—if the other party found out midway that it didn’t catch the junior of the Su Clan but another person, it might kill Song Shuhang. The longer they tarried, the more danger he was in!     

"Don't worry... we still have another clue." Su Clan’s Seven pondered for a while and then explained, "The assassin's companion is the clue as Song Shuhang mentioned, and we shall meet the companion of the assassin at once!"     

As he spoke, Sixteen’s cell phone rang.     

She turned it on and checked it. Coincidentally, it was a call from Little Jiang of Fengshou Express Delivery.     

Sixteen got on the phone.     

"Hello, Student Shuhang, I have arrived at the east gate to Jiangnan College. Where are you?" The voice of Sima Jiang came from the cell phone.     

Sixteen looked around and soon found that there were seven express delivery cars at the east gate. "Mr. Jiang, I see you, we'll be right there."     

Sima Jiang heard the voice of a woman, paused, and asked with doubt, "You are?"     

"I'm a friend of Song Shuhang's. I need to see the robber," Sixteen replied and went towards the express delivery cars with Seven.     

"What about Student Song Shuhang?" Sima Jiang looked at Seven and Sixteen, feeling suspicious as he didn't see Song Shuhang with them.     

At this moment, Seven began to speak in a soft voice, "He had something to do, so he left first and will not accompany us to see the robber. Don't worry. Just take us to see the robber."     

There seemed to be a magical power that could soothe people in the voice of Seven.     

When Sima Jiang heard his words, he nodded and stopped doubting them. Then, he started the express delivery car and took them to Fenghsou Express Delivery’s headquarters in Jiangnan!     

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The robber was closely guarded. Now, he was sitting in a daze in the basement.     

Have Sima Jiang's men found Senior Brother? If they do, what happens next? Will Senior Brother be caught or Sima Jiang’s men all get killed?     

Also, would Moon Saber Sect send someone to save me?     

While he was thinking wildly, the basement door was pushed open.     

Sima Jiang led a man and a woman into the basement.     

"It was this guy who robbed me," Sima Jiang said.     

"Thank you. We’ll take care of the rest." Seven’ voice was soft, still with the reassuring charm.     

Sima Jiang nodded silently, left the basement and closed the door behind him.     

When he left, Seven snapped his finger, and a saber popped up beside him. As shiny patterns appeared on the saber, a formation preventing snooping from outside and insulating sound was set in an instant.     

Seeing this, the robber knew something terrible was going to happen to him.     

"Now, tell me your name, your background, and the reason you came," Su Clan’s Seven said coldly. Even if he didn't do anything, the robber still felt overwhelmed by a terrible force and found it hard to breathe.     

"My name is Zhao Bulu, an outer disciple of Moon Saber Sect..." Zhao Bulu had no intention to resist at all and told them all his personal information almost instinctively. "As commanded by the seniors of our sect, I came here a few days ago to monitor someone. I'm just an outer disciple. I do what the seniors tell me to do, and I don't know anything else."     

Just as expected, he was a member of Moon Saber Sect, and he had started to monitor Sixteen many days ago... even before he went to Immortal Farming Sect.     

If so... the 'friend' that took him to Immortal Farming Sect was really questionable!     

Su Clan’s Seven thought himself a rough guy who was not good at conspiracies or exchanging of words. Since he became a cultivator, he had been through a lot of conspiracies, and what he could rely on were only himself and the saber on his hand!     

"The last question—where is the position of Moon Saber Sect?" Seven asked in a low voice.     

"It’s in Southern China, on a thickly forested mountain. The specific position is XXXX," Zhao Bulu told them exactly what he knew.     

"Good, you just made the right choice." Su Clan’s Seven turned to Sixteen and said, "Come on, let's go to Moon Saber Sect."     

Sixteen nodded silently.     

After the two left the basement, Zhao Bulu was sweating and gasping for breath. When he faced that man just now, he felt like he was going to die.     

At the entrance of the basement, Sima Jiang was waiting for Seven and Sixteen.     

"Have you two got the answer you wanted?" asked Sima Jiang.     

"Yes, we've got the answer. Thank you, Mr. Sima." Sixteen smiled. "Thanks for your help. I will prepare a gift for you when things are done."     

"You're welcome," Sima Jiang said quickly.     

"We gotta go. Sorry to have bothered you. Goodbye." Seven waved.     

Sima Jiang nodded and watched the two leave.     

After seeing Su Clan’s Seven off, Sima Jiang suddenly scratched his head. "Was I possessed today?"     

He felt that he was just too obedient to that man today—even more obedient than a son facing his father.     

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At the same time.     

Holding Song Shuhang, Demon Monarch Anzhi flew for a distance and stopped.     

In front of him, there appeared a group of cultivators of Immortal Farming Sect whose eyes were burning with rage.     

Behind him, there was a monster pekingese that was running after him!     

"Give us Su Clan’s Sixteen!" the group of cultivators shouted fiercely. They were not good at combat, but now they were quite excited, as if they got high.     

"Haha, a bunch of weaklings, you think you can stop me?" Chased by the monster pekingese behind him, Demon Monarch Anzhi was already mad.     

Now, even these cultivators of Immortal Farming Sect who numbered merely five dared to look down upon him?