Chapter 92.
Yin Mansion.
There was only one Yin Mansion in Cloud Mountain City.
The Yin Mansion with one gate and three purple mansions.
Within the high walls, the courtyard was deep, the buildings and pavilions were lined up, the mountain shadows were overlapping, and the strange rocks were jagged.
The thick branches are wrapped around the pavilions, and the first dyed rouge is gradually blooming!
Although it is not yet summer, the lotus pond is already in full bloom, a branch of a flower standing between the water mist and clouds, the aura overflowing fragrance floating all over the house.
Leaning on the pool and built in the water pavilion, a purple-robed old man sitting on the embroidered soft couch.
He closed his eyes and listened to the qin master’s playing.
His right hand was lightly resting on the railing, twisting a jade-like pill between his fingers.
This thirty lower spirit worth of spirit pills, by the purple-robed old man a little twisted broken, fell into the pool attracted a colorful koi carp desperately scrambling, set off countless fluttering water splashes.
Suddenly, the purple-robed old man suddenly opened his eyes.
Fury loomed in his eyes.
His fingers loosened, and the remaining half of the dan pill crashed down.
A dragon-bearded ocelot violently leapt out of the water and opened its mouth to swallow the Dan pill into its stomach!
Clang!
The zither master was taken in by the sudden imposing aura, and her delicate fingers plucked the strings by mistake, but she played a disrupted tone.
She immediately lost her color, and her pretty face turned pale.
The purple-robed old man smiled faintly: “Nothing, you can go down.”
The qin master was like being pardoned, and hurriedly bowed and retired.
Accompanying a king was like accompanying a tiger, this purple-robed old man with an amiable demeanor was more terrifying than any fierce tiger!
After the zither master left, the purple-robed old man’s face gradually became gloomy.
He flexed his fingers and knocked on the desk table.
A shrewd green-clothed man quietly appeared, “Grand Master.”
The purple-robed old man said in a deep voice, “Something may have happened to Rong’er, you quickly go and find out the situation!”
“And ……”
After a pause, he added, “Sell that cheap servant girl to Ruyi Fang.”
The man in green bowed, “Yes.”
The purple-robed old man closed his eyes and took a long deep breath, waving his hand, “Go.”
He opened his eyes again, his eyes flashing with a stern aura.
Yin Clan had entered Cloud Mountain for one hundred and fifty years, from the original small seven-member Qi practicing family, it had developed into today’s renowned Purple Mansion family, Yin Honghui had put in countless efforts and great efforts.
For the sake of the family, he had even given up his position as a solid elder of the inner sect.
The Yin family was also flourishing under his control.
The businesses that earned spirit stones in Yunshan City, although the Yin Clan couldn’t dip into all of them.
But a year’s profit was more than enough to support a Jindan real person!
However, in the last two years, Yin Honghui felt that something seemed to have gone wrong with the family’s operation.
Many things are not as smooth as before.
Some of the deals were not so good anymore.
Yin Honghui’s pressure was increasing day by day.
But as a Purple Mansion Lord who had experienced great storms, he was completely able to withstand it.
However, just now, a strong sense of foreboding made Yin Honghui almost break his defenses!
“Father!”
It was at this time that a beautiful woman in a long green dress came sprinting along the long corridor, a hibiscus pretty face full of tears and grief.
She was followed by a middle-aged man with a dry and thin figure.
“Shixue ……”
Yin Honghui had just gotten up.
The green-skirted beauty threw herself into his arms and cried out, “Rong’er, Rong’er’s soul plate is shattered!”
Yin Honghui’s eyes went black and he subconsciously wrapped his arms around the green-skirted beauty’s willow waist.
“I know.”
These four words, he said with gritted teeth!
Everyone knew that Yin De Rong was Yin Hong Hui’s most beloved grandson.
Now, this seventh youngest member of the Yin family’s soul card was shattered!
Yin Honghui felt that this old face of his had eaten a heavy slap, hurting to the marrow of his bones.
“Father, you must seek justice for Rong’er.”
The green-skirted beauty woman was in deep mourning, “Rong’er is such a kind and understanding child, who is so cruel to hurt him!”
Looking at the appearance of the beautiful woman in his arms, Yin Honghui was also overwhelmed with heartache.
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on the other party’s face and said in a hateful voice, “You wait, I will definitely avenge Rong’er’s death and cut the murderer into pieces!”
This Purple Mansion Superior let go of the beautiful woman and stepped forward to slap the face of the cowering middle-aged man in front of him, “How did you take care of Rong’er? Simply trash!”
The middle-aged man was slapped so hard that he almost fainted, and his face instantly swelled into a cow’s head.
However, he did not dare to speak out in defense.
Looking at his son’s wimpy appearance, Yin Honghui was disgusted to the extreme: “Get lost!”
If it wasn’t for the fact that this son had married a good daughter-in-law.
He would have long ago kicked the other party out of the Yin family and left them to fend for themselves.
Comforting the green-skirted beauty with a few words, Yin Honghui hurriedly left the Yin Mansion.
He boarded the six carriages that had long been waiting at the entrance.
The carriages quickly left Yunshan City and traveled north along the carriageway, speeding up.
On the way, Yin Honghui received a falcon letter.
His face became even more gloomy!
After running at high speed for almost two hundred miles, Yin Honghui pulled out a Smoke Lan magic weapon and threw it into the air.
He leapt up and stepped on the artifact to soar towards a lofty mountain in the distance.
One incense stick later, Yin Honghui landed in front of an elegant courtyard on the peak.
He bowed with a solemn expression, “Senior Brother Zhuge, Honghui has taken the liberty of coming to visit, please forgive me!”
The wooden door in front of him opened automatically with a creak.
Only to see that in the middle of the courtyard, under the peach blossom tree, a gray-robed cultivator with graying temples was playing chess alone.
He cupped the black seeds in his hand and raised his head, revealing a smiley expression, “Senior Brother Yin, you’re really a rare visitor.”
“Mundane matters entangle me, I can’t help it.”
Yin Honghui bitterly smiled as he stepped into the courtyard, sat down opposite the gray-robed cultivator, and said bluntly, “Senior Brother Zhuge, my grandson has just been slain, and the murderer is nowhere to be found, so please help me to tell my fortune!”
The gray-robed cultivator in front of him looked ordinary, but he was one of the very few people in the Yunyang Sect who had mastered the Tianji technique of the Purple Mansion!
The Heavenly Chance Technique of tracing cause and effect was metaphysical and incomparable.
If it was used to trace the clues of the murderer, then the closer the time of the crime, the higher the accuracy of the divination.
This was the reason why Yin Honghui hurried to the inner gate to find the other party.
Avenging his grandson’s death was only one thing, maintaining the honor and dignity of the Yin family was even more important.
Otherwise, if the matter spread out, the Yin Clan would become a laughingstock!
And Senior Brother Zhuge immediately shook his head profusely after hearing this, “I’m sorry, I stopped helping people with their Heavenly Chance measurements a long time ago.”
The Heavenly Chance Technique was very powerful, but it had to be performed at the cost of cultivation and longevity.
How could he agree to it!
Yin Honghui was prepared for this and pulled out a storage bag and handed it over, “Senior brother, please!”
Senior Brother Zhuge took it and opened it carelessly.
At first glance, he shrugged!
His face changed and he sighed, “Strike that, let’s just help you out for once!”
It was tempting to refuse.
Nay, the other party was giving too much!
Yin Honghui handed over another jade pendant, “This contains a wisp of my grandson’s breath.”
Senior Zhuge was very dry and took the jade pendant and placed it on the Heavenly Chance Chessboard in front of him.
This chessboard was round on the outside and square on the inside, with three hundred and sixty-one black and white pieces built in, each of which was a carefully refined artifact.
The board itself was a second-order spiritual weapon!
When Senior Brother Zhuge injected his magic power, the hundreds of chess pieces on the board suddenly emitted a faint glow.
They began to shift automatically around the jade pendant on the board.
It vaguely took on the shape of true seal script runes.
Senior Brother Zhuge looked at the Heavenly Chance disk with a divine light in his eyes.
Suddenly, a look of shock and horror surfaced on his face, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
“Poof!”
In the next moment, this Violet Mansion cultivator opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of blood.
He raised his hand tremblingly and hissed, pointing at Yin Honghui across the room, “Pi, Pi ……”
Yin Honghui had been stunned, “What?”
Senior Brother Zhuge spat blood out again.
His hair went all white in an instant, and all of a sudden it seemed as if he had aged dozens of years.
Drawing on a surge of grief and anger in his chest, Senior Brother Zhuge finally roared out his heart at this point towards Yin Honghui.
“Pi thou niang zhi!!!”