I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad?

The old Daoist studied it for a while longer but still couldn’t figure out what was written. ’The little girl probably hasn’t even learned all her characters yet.’

"No one will be able to read this. How about I fix it for you?" He looked at Ye Qianning, his gaze falling on her innocent little face. "Ah, forget it. Just leave it like this."

He’d been beaten up badly by the girl in a dream, so the old Daoist harbored a little desire for revenge. That way, if the message didn’t get through, no one could blame him.

At this thought, the old Daoist shook his head smugly. "I’ll go find a brush and ink right now. Don’t you go saying I didn’t deliver the message for you later."

A day passed, and the entire Capital City was on lockdown.

Everyone from the Zhan family, the Gu family, the Qian family, and the General’s Residence had been mobilized, and they were all going mad from the search.

This matter was even more serious than the theft at the Imperial Palace a month prior. In a single day, various factions had searched the Capital City high and low, yet there was no sign of the old Daoist.

They expanded the search, and large forces were dispatched from the Capital City, fanning out in all directions to begin the manhunt.

The old Daoist’s identity was a mystery. No one had ever seen him. Even Qian Suanzi, the supposed know-it-all of the martial world, couldn’t discover the old man’s origins.

"Have you sent word to the clan?" Feng Xiuyi’s expression was grim.

"Yes. I’ve had a sketch made of the old Daoist’s likeness and sent it to our people in every region. We’ll be informed immediately if there’s any news," the attendant replied.

Feng Xiuyi clenched his fists, knuckles cracking. "If I find him, I’ll grind his bones to dust!"

The attendant glanced at him furtively, choosing his words with care. "Young Master, why are you so concerned with a mere child?"

"A connection."

"Young Master, ever since we met that child outside the Capital City, it seems we’ve had nothing but bad luck... AHEM... What I mean is, you’ve already done more than enough for her. We have other business here in the Capital City..."

"That’s a trivial matter. You can see to it. I have other things to do." In truth, Feng Xiuyi had never really taken the task his father assigned him seriously.

"Young Master, how can I possibly handle that?"

"Whether you can or not is for you to figure out. I’m leaving."

"Young Master, where are you going?"

"To find someone."

"Young Master..."

The young attendant in his smart uniform chased after him, but by the time he got out the door, his Young Master was nowhere to be seen.

The Capital City was on complete lockdown. In a small alley off a side street, there stood a dilapidated, tile-roofed house that looked long abandoned.

Inside, the furniture was old and in disarray, with cobwebs covering everything. The inner chamber contained only a single bed, its frame collapsed and scattered. No one would have guessed that a secret room was hidden beneath the decrepit bed planks.

The secret room was about seven or eight square meters. It was dark and damp, and the sound of SQUEAKING filled the air as rats scurried everywhere.

Sang Zhi was curled up in a corner. Rats clambered over his body, but he remained completely still, his gaze frigid.

On the other side, an old man well past fifty was observing him covertly. ’He’s so richly dressed and protected by someone with such advanced skills... how can a child like him possess such intense killing intent?’

"COUGH, COUGH..." The old man clutched his chest, coughing violently. He raised his wrist. The skin over his joints was gradually turning black, and the Inner Strength throughout his body had begun to surge chaotically.

He was running out of time.

"Little one, who are you?" the old man asked, trying to start a conversation.

Sang Zhi didn’t move.

"Little one," the old man said slowly, "you’re brimming with killing intent, yet you have no Inner Strength. You can’t do anything. It must be agonizing, mustn’t it?"

Sang Zhi’s clouded eyes twitched slightly. His fingers clenched. ’I can’t do anything.’

’I can’t do anything...’

’All I could do was watch Ye Qianning die protecting me. All I could do was watch as they carried her body away. I couldn’t do anything...’

’I can’t get revenge. I can’t kill anyone...’

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