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"Aaah!!" upon hearing this terrible news, Chen Yu Tong screamed in terror, "Minister, no... Minister..."

"It’s decided; you can go." Chu Yang did not give him a chance to negotiate and simply enforced his decision. He then turned to Wu Qian Qian and said, "Put the news out, we shall watch Hall Leader Chen dance in half a month!"

Wu Qian Qian held back her laughter and obediently walked out.

"Hey, Miss Wu, Great Aunt Wu..." Chen Yu Tong anxiously sweated, "Minister Chu, Grandfather Chu... You can’t be that cruel... I... I... How will I be able to even control this?"

"Go now!" Chu Yang’s eyes remained on the pile of documents in front of him as he said calmly... Wu Qian Qian quickly ran out.

"Minister Chu... oh... oh..." Chen Yu Tong began to cry in dismay. How could he decide or even ensure that the others would advance?

"I believe in you; you can do it!" Chu Yang said confidently; then he glared, "If you say one more word, you will dance now!"

"..." Chen Yu Tong had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and stop begging even if he wanted to. His eyes showed the lamentation and the depression he felt within. He looked at Chu Yang with a gaping mouth and finally hung his head in submission...

A little later, there was a thud in the yard. Of course, everyone had heard the news.

When Chen Yu Tong walked out with his sullen face, everyone in Heavenly Secrets Hall shuddered, all in anticipation of the foreboding bad news...

"From now on, everyone in Heavenly Secrets Hall must train ten times harder! In half a month, if anyone does not breakthrough... I will lose face and all of you, no matter who will never hope to live in peace!" Chen Yu Tong grounded his teeth in anger and desperation, almost as though he was about to go mad.

"Ah... How can this be..." At that time, there was wailing amongst Heavenly Secrets Hall; everyone felt incredibly overwhelmed by the ultimatum set upon them. Cheng Zi Ang, the leader of Fierce Blood Hall, had his arms folded across his chest laughing at the scene.

Cheng Zi Ang looked at his underlings, and worked hard to show a look of curiosity, "Um, you guys tell me, is Hall Leader Chen’s butt white?"

"Is that a question? It’s definitely white..."

"Not necessarily; Hall Leader Chen’s face is really dark..."

"Wait... doesn’t Hall Leader understand? A face is a face... A butt is a butt... These two are not the same..."

"So you’re saying that Hall Leader Chen does not have a butt?" Cheng Zi Ang mimicked a look of deep thought...

"Hall Leader is truly talented to have come up with such a profound question..."

"No, no, hahaha..."

"I wonder if Hall Leader Chen’s butt has hemorrhoids..." Cheng Zi Ang rubbed his chin trying to imagine what it would be like...

"Haha..." The Fierce Blood assassins next to him began to laugh at his joke hysterically

Chen Yu Tong was boiling with anger; he brought a group of spies from Heavenly Secrets Hall and left extremely depressed... Almost immediately after, there was howling and wailing from the training yard of Heavenly Secrets Hall...

The door to the great hall suddenly opened, a cold hideous mask appeared.

All the laughter immediately turned silent.

"You are really enjoying yourself, Hall Leader Cheng." The deep voice of King of Hell Chu rang out.

"A... No... We’re not enjoying ourselves..." Cheng Zi Ang was tongue-tied and hastily denied it. He was regretting it; I was too happy, and, now King of Hell Chu has suddenly come out. I should be on guard from now on.

"Well if the bunch of you do not do this mission before I give the order to pull in the net and you guys expose yourselves or leak information..." King of Hell Chu said in sternly, "I want to see Hall Leader Cheng fart on stage for everyone to watch... At the same time, I will definitely make sure to invite the prince to enjoy the performance as well!"

After he finished, King of Hell Chu grunted almost angrily before swinging his sleeves and arrogantly walked back in.

Cheng Zi Ang was stunned; he felt so miserable that he couldn’t even seem to cry in despair.

People said too much happiness would become sadness, but no one could have expected for it to be this bad...

Very soon after, Cheng Zi Ang’s ferocious roar was heard in the yard, "I’m sure all of you heard it right? Are you now satisfied? You bastards have really done me in this time! Listen! If you guys don’t do your jobs, I guarantee, I will skin each and every single one of you alive!"

The assassins all lowered their heads and cursed silently. We caused it? Some bastard was the one laughing the loudest earlier...

Chu Yang entered the room and inspected looked at Tang Xin Sheng’s handwriting. Wu Qian Qian upon noticing this, also ran over to analyze it with him.

"Such a handwriting is hard to imitate!" Chu Yang frowned. Tang Xin Sheng’s brushstrokes were especially disciplined. While he was not on par with anyone famous, they were actually surprisingly good. This made them even harder to imitate. Moreover, there was an elegant air disguised within his brushstrokes. This was a style clearly unique only to Tang Xin Sheng.

"You want to imitate Tang Xin Sheng’s brushstrokes and write a letter to Diwu Qing Rou?" Wu Qian Qian asked in shock. She found Chu Yang’s plan hard to believe.

"Yes!" Chu Yang looked carefully. The more he looked the harder it became for him to imitate. Not because it was extremely difficult but simply because there was no hope for him to be able to imitate it. Although he could try to make it such that it would be able to fool the ordinary person. However, with someone as intelligent as Diwu Qing Rou, this was nearly impossible.

This was because Diwu Qing Rou not only just looked at the words but also the character behind them!

"Can you cut them?" Wu Qian Qian said weakly.

"Cut?" Chu Yang’s eyes suddenly brightened. Cutting was not possible but he had another plan.

Under Chu Yang’s guidance, the both of them went through all the documents with Tang Xin Sheng’s brushstrokes and laid them all over the floor. After that, Chu Yang took a piece of paper as thin as a cicada’s wing and placed it on the table.

Looking at the writings on the ground, he smiled. In this letter, there were five words ’many years ago until now’; in another letter, there were three words ’could not bear’; and also another with two words ’painstaking effort’...

Chu Yang took the thin sheet of paper and placed it on the two words ’painstaking efforts’, carefully adjusting it. He then took a gulp of water, before activating his internal energy and spraying out a mist... The mist was carefully controlled to exactly cover only these two words. When the mist disappeared completely, Chu Yang lifted the thin sheet of paper; the two words ’painstaking effort’ appeared on it.

Wu Qian Qian’s eyes shined. She was surprised! Clapping and smiling, she said, "Wonderful!"

Chu Yang smiled and continued.

"Painstaking efforts of many years try my best!" These words appeared on the thin sheet of paper. After that, Chu Yang took his brush and added...

It looked as if after writing the words ’painstaking efforts of many years’ there was a long hesitation of a troubled mind. Then the words ’try my best’ followed!

"Immediately free the Invisible Falcon so that it will help us bring this note to Diwu Qing Rou."

Before carefully folding the note and handing it over to Wu Qian Qian, Chu Yang carefully analysed it countless of times before he heaved a sigh of relief.

Wu Qian Qian watched him do this from beginning to end. With some confusion, she said, "You did not write any explanations; how would you be able to fool Diwu Qing Rou?"

"The less, the better; once Diwu Qing Rou receives this note, then whatever he does will give us some clues. After which, by analysing his actions in response to our fabricated letter, we can guess what he has planned to do and make our own plans to deal with him." Chu Yang continued, "Moreover, someone like Tang Xin Sheng would never send a note that could be easily understood."

"Anyone who looked at a note like this would be confused. However, Diwu Qing Rou might not necessarily feel the same way." Chu Yang smiled mysteriously, "Diwu Qing Rou would definitely feel very sad!"

This is filled with mystery... Chu Yang thought proudly.

"Umm... have you found what I need?" Chu Yang asked.

"I found it; what do you want to do? The stench could kill a person..." Wu Qian Qian pinched her nose.

"Of course I will have a a use for it." Chu Yang laughed, "Where?"

"It is outside the wall. You can get it yourself; that smell... isn’t something you want to run into..." Wu Qian Qian said in disgust. What Chu Yang wanted her to find was a medicine pot. Not only that but it also had to be the kind that had not been washed...

Wu Qian Qian had to go to great lengths to find it. She even used the power of Heavenly Secrets Hall to obtain one from the home of a bum...

She found what he asked for, but she still did not understand why Chu Yang made her look for such a disgusting thing like that...

With great effort, he finished the rest of his work in Bu Tian Pavilion. Watching the Invisible Falcon become one with the sky, Chu Yang immediately took the medicine jar that was carefully wrapped and ran as fast as he could back to Emerald Flow Lake. During the whole work day, his mind constantly thought about this place.

Mo Qing Wu was there.

Chu Yang sighed. His little wife... His head almost exploded when he remembered how Mo Qing Wu sweetly called him ’Uncle Chu’... Chu Yang hated that he could not curse that old bastard...

God, what is this...

With much haste, he travelled back to Emerald Flow Lake. Chu Yang carefully looked all around to make sure no one was observing him before climbing down to the secret chamber.

The moment he entered, he immediately saw a small figure moving around slowly. Lively eyes, small cute mouth, round face, soft black hair...

Chu Yang was momentarily excited.

"Uncle Chu... You’re here!" When Mo Qing Wu saw Chu Yang, she rushed toward him.

Chu Yang’s mind became dark. His lips twitched as he watched Mo Qing Wu jump toward him. His countenance became pale, and he almost dropped the sticks of candied fruits in his hands.

"Uncle Chu, what’s wrong? Your face looks weird!" Mo Qing Wu looked at him with concern.

"I am fine; has your injury improved?" There was no other choice. Chu Yang had to act like a kind uncle as he knelt down and asked her.