As Ning Wuming was pondering, a dust-covered constable from Six Gates suddenly ran in. Upon seeing Ning Wuming, he half-knelt and presented a scroll, "Divine Captors Master, urgent report from Ling Province."

"Ling Province?"

Ning Wuming suddenly felt a strong unease and immediately grabbed the scroll to unfold it.

Then, his hands started to tremble, even though he was a Divinity Realm warrior, he couldn't stop his hands from shaking.

"Xihai and the Four Gentlemen missing, whereabouts unknown······"

Ning Wuming clenched his hands tightly, crushing the sides of the scroll into pieces.

Leng Kuangtu saw this, quickly grabbed the intact middle portion, and after reading it for a while, his usually cold face turned even more grim.

But he still comforted, "It's only been a day without contact, it shouldn't be of great concern."

They're not children; losing contact for a day is normal. It's even possible for a few days due to unexpected events.

However, Ning Wuming's expression remained unchanged. It wasn't the scroll that weighed him down, but the deep unease he felt upon seeing it.

The sudden intuition of a Divinity Realm warrior, although not always accurate, such strong unease usually heralds an event, and not a trivial one.

Considering the disappearance of Qin Xihai and the Four Gentlemen, the so-called event······

Ning Wuming didn't dare to think further.

"Send word to the Ling Province Six Gates branch, use every resource to find the two Divine Constables," Leng Kuangtu quickly instructed.

"Yes."

"No, you go too," Ning Wuming interrupted suddenly, "You head to Ling Province, I'll keep watch here."

"This······" Leng Kuangtu looked at the unease and plea in Ning Wuming's eyes and asked, "Is it truly that serious?"

"It's just a hunch, I hope I'm wrong," Ning Wuming sighed.

"Wherever you go, I'll keep watch here. Ling Province is now the location of the Taiping Association, Xihai and the Four Gentlemen's disappearance may have something to do with Qing Yu."

"Please."

"Alright." Leng Kuangtu nodded heavily.

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Time passed slowly, and before long, the moon was high in the sky. The full moon of the fifteenth of August hung in the night sky, casting its pure radiance.

This is a day for reunion, but those watching from Six Gates had no such privilege.

Ning Wuming gazed blankly at the Zhenwu Seven Peaks under the night sky.

"Divine Constable Ning, an uninvited guest, I beg your pardon!"

The sudden voice made Ning Wuming's heart tighten, raising his hand, he pointed to his right.

The Finger Strength seemed like a spear, like a sword, with myriad changes, as if a hundred weapons were contained within. A familiar finger strike, back then in Taizhen Palace, Pei Dongliu used such a strike attempting to stop Qing Yu, severely injuring him.

At that time, Qing Yu hadn't reached the Divinity Realm, but after merging with the Xuanyin Twelve Swords, he possessed Divinity-level combat power. Even so, he couldn't withstand Pei Dongliu's one strike.

Now, facing the finger again, Qing Yu merely smiled lightly, the Finger Strength dissipating into a puff of green smoke three feet in front of him.

Pei Dongliu is Pei Dongliu, Ning Wuming is Ning Wuming, if Pei Dongliu were present, Qing Yu wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous, but with Ning Wuming······

Apologies, there's no need to take it to heart.

"Qing Yu—"

Ning Wuming uttered this person's name, his pupils narrowing.

Though they had never officially met, they'd long been destined as enemies, he would've fought Qing Yu to the death had he not known he wasn't his match.

"Oh? The Divine Captor recognizes this esoteric Daoist? That's truly an honor for this humble Daoist," Qing Yu said with a smile.

"What are you here for?" Ning Wuming coldly questioned.

Though the two had never formally met, it was already determined they were foes, had he not known Qing Yu wasn't his match, Ning Wuming might have fought him to the death.

"Oh, nothing much, just this Mid-Autumn Festival, bringing the Divine Captor some mooncakes," Qing Yu raised what he held with a smile, "I wonder why on this festival the Divine Captor doesn't reunite with family, but instead insists on confronting this humble Daoist."

"I'm an orphan, no father and no mother, only the Divine Captors Master and Xihai, and others are family. Now Master is seriously injured and in seclusion, Xihai missing, I must find the culprit."

Ning Wuming looked straight at Qing Yu with cold eyes, "Does Master Qingyu know ····· who the culprit is?"

He stayed here because he suspected Qin Xihai's disappearance was Qing Yu's doing.

"Culprit? Haha," Qing Yu chuckled lightly, "Isn't that Six Gates' expertise? How would this humble Daoist, a man outside the world, know who the culprit is?"

"Haha······" Ning Wuming suddenly laughed, "Indeed, the Master is outside the world."

"Then you should know, those outside the world entering it may attract disaster and die an untimely death!"

Ning Wuming's tone suddenly hardened, menacingly warning.

"Die an untimely death? With just you," Qing Yu scoffed.

He walked forward leisurely, seemingly unguarded, "I've heard the Divine Captor Wu Que was a smart man. How has he become so foolish now? Had this Daoist been so easily killed, I would've died years ago. Now you only dare to use such petty methods to anger this Daoist due to your incompetence, isn't it?"

"Then will you dare to strike?" Ning Wuming responded with a cold smile.

"If you dare to strike, you'll face utter destruction. Daqian has the power to crush any rebels."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Wuming had already struck a palm towards the approaching Qing Yu.

But when the handprint landed on Qing Yu, there was no feeling, just emptiness.

Upon closer inspection, Qing Yu had vanished, leaving only a box of mooncakes, proving he had indeed been there.

"Qing Yu······"

Ning Wuming looked at the bright moon in the sky, feeling the moonlight so cold, evoking endless chill.

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"You went down the mountain?"

"Yes, went down and met that Divine Captor." Qing Yu slowly landed on the platform at the mountaintop, picking up a mooncake from the stone table, "Mark him for elimination, find a time to kill him."

His expression was calm, but his words were full of murderous intent, "I'm tired of having a mad dog fixating on me. Maybe it's time to slaughter that mad dog."

"He's supposed to be a smart man, yet you call him a mad dog." Xuanzhen smiled.

"Maybe it's due to a smart man's stubbornness, maybe it's because of emotion······"

Qing Yu gazed at the perfect moon, "Smart people have emotions too, don't they?"

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