Master of Strange Dao

They talked about this matter between them, and that was the end of it. The rest was without evidence, things they couldn't utter.

After a long silence, Cheng Jing cupped his hands.

"The investigation is in your hands now."

"This is also my matter, it concerns all of us," Jianzhen replied solemnly. That was his stance.

Inside the Langya Institute, the winds of change were stirring.

With such a major incident occurring, Song Chengyue naturally had to offer his regards and ask if any help was needed.

Although he knew that Langya Institute certainly wouldn't let the Jinyi Wei investigate, whether they allowed it or not was their business; whether he asked was his responsibility.

Even though Cheng Jing said it wasn't necessary, Song Chengyue still tried to look for clues outside the Langya Institute to help them.

Emperor Qian himself inquired about the matter, instructing Song Chengyue to help where he could, but not to overstep bounds and not to enter the Langya Institute.

The matters inside the Langya Institute were something even Emperor Qian wouldn't directly intervene in.

At most, he would act as a patron, provide funds, make a request, or even often not make a request at all.

Whatever results the Langya Institute achieved, they would show him. Use what could be used, discard what couldn't.

In the Jinyi Wei government office, Song Chengyue closed his eyes to rest, but in truth entered the ring of the Seventh Floor. He was in the ring, chatting with Yu Ziqing.

The topic of conversation was naturally the affairs of the Langya Institute and the recent actions of Dali.

A moment later, Song Chengyue opened his eyes, satisfied.

His daughter had slowly started to open her heart's knot, and his son had only been beaten five times this month.

Dali's actions had nothing to do with other forces; it was just the devils in the Abyss attacking the Abyssal Rift.

According to past experience, these devils were either mad or too numerous, sending out some cannon fodder to be eliminated.

On the other side, Yu Ziqing also opened his eyes, satisfied.

The Daqian court had been watching the drama unfold. Who would have thought the Daqian court itself was recently not at peace?

Because of the matter with Dadui, it was essentially nailed down. In a hundred, or maybe several hundred years, it could return, opening the path to the Tenth Tier.

Therefore, the Crown Prince of Daqian and those few princes vying for succession were causing more trouble.

Emperor Qian was certainly going to strive for the Tenth Tier, which would inevitably mean he would be in seclusion for a long time, effectively determining who could inherit the throne.

Whether it was the Crown Prince of Daqian or the princes competing for succession, none of them could temporarily seek help at that time.

So, the situation turned into natural disasters becoming less frequent, signs of prosperity below were evident, yet the court was in constant turmoil, and the Langya Institute was not peaceful either; a section of the bookstore had been burned down.

Yu Ziqing smiled with a hint of schadenfreude.

He had long been annoyed with those who waited to reap benefits without effort.

Standing up, Yu Ziqing went to find Yang, leisurely sharing the intelligence he just received.

He recounted the recent events to Yang.

When he spoke of the Daqian court, he was still laughing, but when he mentioned a section of the bookstore was burned, Yang's smile faded.

"A section was burned? Which section?"

"I heard it's because they're reorganizing the bookstore recently, categorizing it anew.

I suspect it's due to previous events that they began to tighten borrowing policies.

So, which section was burned and what was lost is still not confirmed."

Yang furrowed his brows.

"Someone intended to destroy a part of the collection, without leaving clues on what was destroyed."

"Obviously."

"Even if they later find what was burned in an entire bookstore's massive collection, they can't pinpoint the arsonist's specific target."

"I know, they know, Yang, what exactly are you trying to say?" Yu Ziqing was a bit puzzled.

Yang pondered and then said to Yu Ziqing.

"If there's an opportunity, obtain the list of burnt classics, and also get the entire backup catalog. In this situation, there should be a chance."

"You want to help them?"

"No, I definitely can't help them. If I help them, someone will immediately know I am not dead.

I just want to know for myself.

Besides, I've a feeling that the burning of a section of the Langya Institute's bookstore might be connected to me.

It might relate to the Silence Divine Spell on me.

But, because of something like the Langya Incarnation Technique, there's really no need to seize the chance to destroy a bookstore.

You aren't part of the Langya Institute, you don't know how deeply the dean of the Langya Institute, regards the bookstore.

No matter their temperament, even that deceased Dean Wu couldn't have done such a thing.

The arsonist could not possibly be any dean.

This fire was self-destructive.

I previously suspected that the Langya Bookstore, extensive as it was, even if I was subjected to the Silence Divine Spell.

It's impossible for nothing to remain in the Langya Bookstore.

Now, I am more certain.

Normally, doing nothing, being found out had a minimal probability; the Langya Bookstore's collection was far too vast.

Now, someone preferred to take a risk, willingly expose something to destroy some items.

It only means one thing, they would rather reveal some things, destroy others.

They were unwilling to gamble on the chance of those things being discovered, or that other things might be uncovered from them.

Remember, I only want to know, not to help them."

"I understand, but I won't try to force what can't be obtained," Yu Ziqing nodded slowly.

He originally enjoyed watching the chaos unfold, not minding the increased dead count at the banquet.