Handling the bloodstains on the floor and assassin’s corpse was a huge problem for them. The corpse dissolving liquid was unable to dissolve corpse of a cultivator at Second Stage and above.

　　Furthermore, the sounds of the battling earlier on and the miserable shriek the assassin had issued before dying might have already aroused the attention of other residents in the building and someone might come and examine the situation soon.

　　What if residents in this story called the police after noticing the unusual situation? It’d be a huge headache for him, and there wasn’t a bald Caucasian here to take the blame for him.

　　Speaking of which, I wonder if that monk’s living well inside the prison? Or perhaps he had been already released?

　　Cough, we got sidetracked.

　　“Let’s deal with these bloodstains and corpse.” Song Shuhang spoke.

　　Su Clan’s Sixteen nodded and said. “The corpse can be temporarily moved into the secret room. I’ll contact the Su Clan’s headquarters after some time, and there will be professionals coming down to clear up. There won’t be any leftover traces nor effect on anything. I can settle the bloodstains outside right now.”

　　Both of them carried the corpse into the secret room. Afterwards, Sixteen took out a bottle of medicinal liquid while sprinkling the contents on the ‘battleground’.

　　Once the medicinal liquid came into contact with the bloodstains, it quickly fused together with them, and in the blink of an eye, all the bloodstains had disappeared completely.

　　Other than a few slash traces left in the corridor and flat’s wall, no abnormalities could be seen at the crime scene.

　　As for CCTVs that were installed on this floor, they had been tampered by Su Clan’s Sixteen the very day she moved in.

　　“That’ll be all for now, we’ll leave the rest for professionals to clear up afterwards.” Sixteen weakly sat onto the sofa without moving.

　　Song Shuhang too had released a sigh of relief as he fished out his phone to look at the time. It was already three minutes past 1 pm.

　　He still had to rush towards the Vehicle Administration place at 2 pm to sign his attendance for the theory lessons. Afterwards, he still had to send Zhao Yaya to the train station.

　　There was still another hour before he had to sign his attendance, so it could be said that he still had time.

　　Then, Song Shuhang opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group’s chat.

　　Within the group, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator sent a worried message. “Little Friend Shuhang, how’s the current situation? Are both of you fine? I’ve already contacted Seven and he’s currently rushing over.”

　　“Thank you for your concern, Senior. Fortunately, with the assistance of Great Master Profound Principle’s flying sword, we are safe and sound as we had temporarily managed to pass through this ordeal,” Song Shuhang replied.

　　Northern River’s Loose Cultivator was always online and after knowing this news, he finally released a sigh in relief. “Stay there and don’t run about. Seven will rush there within ten minutes!

　　“Okay!” Song Shuhang replied.

　　After he finished typing, he then discovered Su Clan’s Sixteen had secretly come behind him without him realizing and was looking at his group chat messages.

　　“I don’t want to meet Seven.” Sixteen glared at him with wide eyes and seriously spoke.

　　Song Shuhang immediately tried to persuade her. “Be obedient and don’t play around. You are currently heavily wounded and that Immortal Sect’s silly uncle’s also intending to catch you alive. With these troublesome matters, it’s safer to meet with Senior Seven. Also, he’s worried for you.”

　　Sixteen frowned. Actually, if she didn’t want to meet Seven, she would have directly escaped from here.

　　However… Song Shuhang had saved her several times in a day and the favor she owed him was too huge, therefore, she couldn’t dismiss Song Shuhang’s suggestion.

　　She could only frown and sulk.

　　“After Senior Seven arrives, I have to return back to Jiangnan College Town. You don’t have to be too disheartened, perhaps Senior Seven has already found a method to treat your injuries?” Song Shuhang consoled her.

　　“How could it be that easy.” Sixteen muttered. She herself knew her injuries the best—she didn’t have much time left.

　　Song Shuhang wanted to continue consoling her, but just then, his phone rang—it was Zhao Yaya who called.

　　Song Shuhang cleared his throat and then answered the call. “Sister, are you looking for me?”

　　“Hello, Shuhang. What’s with your phone? Why couldn’t I get through earlier on?” Zhao Yaya asked.

　　Song Shuhang honestly answered her. “Oh, it’s because I was at a place without any signal earlier on. I only came out just now.”

　　“Where are you right now?” Zhao Yaya asked once more. “Also, where did you run off to in the morning? I heard from Doctor Li that you had carried a patient from room 570 and ran out of the hospital? You had also took away the hospital’s bed sheets in passing? I had to even help you pay for the bedsheet costs!”

　　“…” Song Shuhang looked at the bedsheet thrown on the sofa and was speechless.

　　“What are you intending to do after carrying that little girl away? She still has injuries on her.” Zhao Yaya asked in quick-fire succession.

　　Song Shuhang scratched his head, wondering how to explain it to Zhao Yaya.

　　Just then, knocking came from the door.

　　Song Shuhang raised his head and looked over to see a middle-aged man standing in the doorway. The door had been wrecked by that silly uncle so it wasn’t closed, but that middle-aged man had still courteously knocked on the door.

　　“Excuse me, but did something happen earlier on here?” the middle-aged man asked courteously.

　　He could see that the apartment was in a mess, as if someone had ransacked it earlier on—even the door lock was ruined. Coupled with the fact that a miserable shriek that gave one goosebumps sounded out earlier on, driven by his curiosity, he came over to have a look.

　　“I’m sorry, I had a fight with my friend and smashed some things due to anger. We’re sorry to have disturbed you.” Su Clan’s Sixteen stood up and answered calmly.

　　The middle-aged man sighed internally. To think that youngsters these days all had such explosive temper, wrecking the entire apartment because of a fight! After he said a few consoling words smilingly, he did not continue to bother them and returned to his floor.

　　Su Clan’s Sixteen voice had transmitted into Zhao Yaya’s ears from the phone.

　　Zhao Yaya suddenly thought of something and asked. “Shuhang, are you still together with that little lady? Where exactly are you? What have you guys done within this period?”

　　“Sister, I’m unable to explain this situation clearly in a short time… I’ll tell you when I meet with you later on. So, that’ll be all, I’m hanging up,” Song Shuhang quickly hung up the call.

　　He had to arrange his thoughts first in order to deal with Zhao Yaya’s hundred thousand questions later on.

　　Sixteen shrank back on the sofa and started to ponder about the background of that assassin in her mind.

　　Oh right, previously, Song Shuhang seems to have said he had a method to find out that ‘assassin’s’ identity? Sixteen’s heart began to get restless…

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　　Currently, in a forest in Southern China’s tall mountains, there was a region undiscovered by humans—Moon Saber Sect was established here.

　　Moon Saber Sect’s Headmaster Ba Qianjun was currently leaning against an ice chair while frowning. Grasped in his hands was the most recent mobile phone from Apple and he was currently on call.

　　“What? The assassination attempt failed and Su Clan’s Sixteen survived? Useless!” Ba Qianjun frowned and sighed.

　　A burnt smell was carried along in his breath; not only that, his body occasionally emitted barbeque-like smell.

　　Upon careful examination, one would find that the entire back of Ba Qianjun was burnt and his right hand was like processed coal. A faint golden flame burning could be faintly seen on these scorched places. These golden flames were tribulation flames caused by failing a tribulation, and his injuries were much more serious than Su Clan’s Sixteen’s!

　　Therefore, Ba Qiandi needed to lie on that ‘cold iron’ ice chair to rely on its cold attributes to temporarily suppress the golden tribulation flames.

　　“Elder Young Master Hai, the assassination failed. What should we do next?” he cast his gaze on a figure beside him.

　　That figure was a white-robed young master with a long sword attached on his waist who seemed as graceful as jade. He seemed like an immortal that walked out from an ancient drawing.

　　Moon Saber Sect’s Chief Elder Young Master Hai. Not only did he have tyrannical strength, he had always been the sect’s brain.

　　“Rest assured, Sect Master.” Elder Young Master Hai calmly laughed with confidence. “It doesn’t matter even if the assassination failed… I have long finished the preparations and as long as everything goes according to my plans, your tribulation injuries definitely can be healed.”

　　Young Master Hai faintly smiled, as if the whole world was within his grasp.

　　Ba Qianjun laughed together with him with his eyes full of hope. On the table beside the cold iron chair, there was the Seven-Colored Immortal Fruit that was emitting a gentle radiance.

　　Young Master Hai turned over but a strange smiling expression emerged in his eyes.