My Apprentice Is Too Diligent

Chapter 47: The Ghost Slave Cannot Die!

"The state of perfection..."

Zhao Kongchuang gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.

Someone has actually cultivated their lightness technique to the state of perfection!

Damn thief, despicable and shameless, their lightness technique is unexpectedly so accomplished!

Even with the boost in speed brought by the eruption of True Qi, the lightness technique of White Water County is not a concern, even if it reaches the state of consummation.

But the person who stole the manual actually cultivated it to the state of perfection!

The speed at which the manual was stolen was too fast.

While chasing after the robust man, Zhao Kongchuang only caught a glimpse of the person who made the move, their approximate figure, and their accomplished lightness technique at the state of perfection.

Based on these two points, Zhao Kongchuang has been secretly investigating the people in White Water County who meet the criteria.

However, after a thorough investigation, he gained nothing.

It's as if the person who stole the manual has already left White Water County.

But Zhao Kongchuang is certain that the person is still in White Water County!

They are still hiding, with the same intentions as him!

Unable to flush out the thief, the investigation continues, and after several attempts, Zhao Kongchuang is starting to become obsessed.

Everyone seems to be a suspect, a dog thief who stole the manual!

"Lao Yan."

After gritting his teeth for a while, Zhao Kongchuang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, saying in a low voice, "Do you think the person who stole the manual could be one of the leaders of these forces in White Water County?"

"...What does Young Master mean?" The robust man responded softly, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"We searched for so long before and found no clues. Is it possible that the person is hiding their identity?" Zhao Kongchuang said in a low voice.

"This..." The robust man pondered.

"If the person who stole the manual is indeed one of the leaders of these forces in the city, then the ghost slave who has been causing trouble in the city recently cannot die!"

"At least not until a complete rotation is done."

Zhao Kongchuang's gaze flickered, and he spoke coldly, "Once the ghost slave dies, the helpers gathered by Qi Zhongshan and the subsequent personnel will no longer need to take action."

"I understand, sir!"

The robust man responded in a deep voice.

After finishing his words, he turned and quickly walked out of the room.

Looking out of the window at the county town under the night sky, Zhao Kongchuang's eyes revealed a hint of madness.

The pursuit of the ghost slave cannot be slow!

...

Whoosh~

"Where is the ghost slave?"

Qing Meng stepped on the roof, flipped in the air, and landed on the ground, shouting loudly at a panicked patrol team of county soldiers.

"There... over there!"

A county soldier hurriedly pointed to a house not far away on the right.

"It's in that house. A ghost figure flashed just now, and Lao Zhang almost got hit. He was almost possessed by the ghost figure."

"Yes, yes." An old-looking county soldier's face turned pale, his eyes filled with fear as he trembled, "I... I saw it. That ghost... ghost slave, it appeared out of thin air, and as soon as it appeared, it rushed straight towards me. I..."

"No need for useless talk. Did the ghost slave run into the house?" Qing Meng interrupted.

"...Yes!"

The county soldier took a deep breath, "It ran into that house."

Whoosh~

Qing Meng's feet touched the ground, using the rebound force to swiftly move forward.

Whoosh whoosh!

A few leaps, he vaulted over the wall and entered the target courtyard.

Upon entering, he quickly discovered that it was an uninhabited courtyard.

The area wasn't very large, and it was silent.

Qing Meng quickly scanned the area and stopped on top of a willow tree. With his enhanced senses, he sensed any movement around him.

The hiding place of the ghost slave often exudes a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

Holding his breath, Qing Meng focused his senses to the extreme.

After a moment, Qing Meng frowned.

He didn't find the ghost slave!

However...

He sensed a lingering cold aura!

Immediately, Qing Meng's figure flickered, leaving the courtyard, and quickly flew in the direction of this cold aura.

Whoosh whoosh!

Quick, quick, faster.

The cold air machine is dissipating.

If we can't find the ghost servant before it dissipates, it will be difficult to have such a clue to track.

For this reason, Qing Meng's speed keeps increasing, risking the consumption of his energy and blood, pushing his speed to its peak.

After half a cup of tea.

Qing Meng enters an alley, slowing down his speed and walking slowly.

Tap!

Tap~

The quiet alley is empty, with no one around.

Only the faint sound of Qing Meng's footsteps as he walks.

He approaches a small courtyard step by step.

But when he reaches the entrance of the courtyard and stops, he suddenly turns around and slaps his palm towards the empty space behind him.

With the powerful force of his energy and blood, his palm strikes the air, leaving a faint palm print.

The palm print hits the area, and a semi-transparent phantom seems to fall from the void, emitting a sharp scream.

"Ah~!!"

"Die!" Qing Meng's momentum surges, his energy and blood boiling and roaring, and he counterattacks with a furious roar, breaking through the mental interference.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The air suddenly resounds with muffled sounds.

Successive palm prints hit the semi-transparent phantom.

The phantom's whole body shakes continuously, and holes burned through its chest and abdomen.

The speed is too fast, and the phantom can't escape.

Facing the sharp scream, Qing Meng grits his teeth and withstands it, enduring the pain in his head, determined to kill the phantom.

But at this moment—

Whoosh!

A swift sound of breaking wind suddenly resounds.

Qing Meng's heart jumps.

Danger!

Instinct forces him to give up attacking the phantom and move his body to the right to dodge.

"Poof~!"

A light sound on the ground.

Qing Meng, who has avoided it, turns his head and sees a short spear inserted into the ground, its tail shaking.

"Who!"

Qing Meng is shocked and angry, stabilizing his figure, alert and defensive, looking around to find the person who attacked.

In just this moment of dodging, the phantom disappears.

Escaped!

"Who are you? Why did you stop me from killing the ghost servant?"

Qing Meng grits his teeth and roars at the night sky.

"..."

No one responds.

Under the night sky, it is silent.

"Ah ah!!"

Qing Meng angrily roars in frustration.

Bang bang bang~

Burning with anger, he strikes the nearby wall.

Crack!

The wall cracks, his skin damaged.

But Qing Meng seems to feel nothing, his hoarse roar echoing with killing intent through the long street.

Whoosh~

The sound of breaking wind resounds.

A figure steps on the roof eaves and swiftly approaches from the street corner.

Before the person arrives, the voice arrives first.

"Lord Qin, what happened?"

Gu Shuncheng's figure flickers, jumping from mid-air to the street, shouting at the venting Qing Meng.

"Somebody is stopping me from killing the ghost servant!" Qing Meng growls, his fists stopping their assault on the wall, his face full of unwillingness.

"What?!"

(End of this chapter)