Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Chapter 1213: Chapter 340: Cloud Descending Sect Incident (Part 3)

Going round and round, Chen Weiran pretended not to know the way, constantly ”guessing” where the right road might be, and finally, around noon, he brought Yuchi to a corner of Jiangzhou City.

This place was one of the sparsely populated areas of Jiangzhou City.

In the end, Yuchi and Chen Weiran walked into a plain little coffin shop. Inside was an old man, looking every bit the down‑and‑out type, currently lying on a coffin lid, snoring away. Chen Weiran, on his side, turned to Yuchi and said, ”This should be him, right?”

Yuchi let out an ”oh,” genuinely surprised:

”If Uncle Chen hadn’t led the way, there’s no way I would’ve found this place by myself. He seems like a pretty formidable old senior. How about this, Uncle Chen, I’ll tell you who I want dead, and you help me explain the situation to him? If it’s money, no problem, I can pay.”

Chen Weiran immediately waved his hand:

”No no no. First, I’m not even sure if he’s really from the Cloud Descending Sect—I don’t even know how to write those three characters. Second, as a man of the Celestial Capital Department, I’m supposed to be incorruptible and impartial, so I definitely can’t help you. You go yourself.”

Are you kidding me!

Old Yuchi, you trying to drag me into this kind of mess? Dream on. How could I, Chen Weiran, be so easily tricked? This kind of thing you can handle yourself; don’t tell me who you want to kill. Your little schemes, I’m not interested in them at all!

Yuchi walked in with an innocent look on his face and saw the old man lying on the coffin plank in front of him, so he cupped his hands and called out, ”Greetings, senior. This junior has something he’d like to ask your help with.”

The old man heard Yuchi’s voice and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw how young Yuchi was, he felt instantly annoyed. Holding fast to the principle of ”no beard, no reliability,” he lazily asked, ”Kid, who died in your family? You here to order a coffin?”

You’re the one who’s got a dead family, damn it. It’s the New Year and you just blurt out that kind of thing? I’ll see your whole Cloud Descending Sect buried with you, Yuchi cursed up a storm in his heart, while smiling cheerfully on the surface:

”There’s no misfortune at home. It’s just that this junior heard you’re from the Cloud Descending Sect and has long heard of your illustrious reputation, so I wanted to commission you to kill someone.”

The old man was very displeased. Sure, the Cloud Descending Sect took money to do jobs, but this punk popped up from who‑knows‑where—killing someone was fine, but did he even have money?

Just as the old man was about to directly refuse Yuchi, he caught sight of Chen Weiran standing not far outside the door.

Eh?

Wasn’t this Chen Weiran the same Director from the Celestial Capital Department who’d come by last time? So how was this youngster mixed up with him? Could it be that this Chen Weiran wanted to use the Cloud Descending Sect to kill someone again? And this young man in front of him was just a disposable lackey Chen Weiran had sent over?

He paused for a moment.

But it didn’t quite add up either. This young man looked mild and polite, but there was absolutely nothing about him that suggested he was afraid. So who exactly was he? The old man narrowed his eyes and sized Yuchi up from head to toe. The more he looked, the more familiar Yuchi seemed, and the more wrong something felt. Then, all of a sudden, he recognized him. Good grief—wasn’t this Chairman Yuchi?!

So what was Chairman Yuchi doing here?

The old man knew the Cloud Descending Sect was planning to kill a few people from the Immortal Robe Pavilion. Had that plan been exposed? A bold guess surfaced in his mind: maybe Yuchi had found out their sect was targeting him, so he’d come here to plead?

Heh, and he even managed to trick Chen Weiran over here along with him? But kid, at the end of the day, you’re still young. Haven’t you noticed how distracted Chen Weiran looks? He’s obviously been strong‑armed into coming; how could he possibly be your right‑hand man? You’re overthinking it!

Thinking this, the old man glanced at Chen Weiran again. When Chen Weiran noticed the old man’s gaze, he immediately lowered his head and stared at the flowers and weeds on the ground, even starting to whistle, chanting in his heart over and over: Has nothing to do with me, has nothing to do with me, I’m just here to go through the motions.

”...”

”All right, that settles it. Chen Weiran was just talked into coming. He has no intention of helping this Yuchi at all—Yuchi’s been duped!”

Since the Celestial Capital Department didn’t care, he cared even less.

Meanwhile, Yuchi at the side was already speechless.

Your inner monologue is something else. Even the narrator doesn’t talk this much. How are you this full of nonsense...

He was truly lost for words.

Why is everyone around me such a drama king? If you can do it, just do it; if you can’t, fine, just say so. Why all this hemming and hawing, with such rich facial expressions? Is everyone banking on ”the best actor wins” now?

Helpless, Yuchi could only go along with the act. In a delicate, almost dainty tone, he said, ”Senior, would you be willing to grant this junior’s request? I just want someone killed. I can pay you in gold and silver; I only hope you can handle the matter cleanly and beautifully.”