The people in the room were all taken aback; those gathered here were experts of the Jianghu, each with a certain reputation. However, Wang Sanniang, a Third Grade Innate Martial Artist, had no power to resist and was instantly killed with a neck twist by the Elder of Heavenly Remnants.

But Wang Sanniang deserved it; the Elder of Heavenly Remnants is so named because he was originally a top master in the Imperial Palace. He later stole a Cultivation Technique that only the Imperial Family could cultivate, and to avoid detection, he left the palace and hid in the Jianghu.

During the Late Emperor’s time, he was the top target for the Imperial City Department.

Wang Sanniang provoked the Elder of Heavenly Remnants with Rama’s Remains; wasn’t that courting death?

The Elder of Heavenly Remnants picked up a porcelain bottle from the ground and said, "To go head-to-head with Prince Zhen Nan is foolish. The news of Prince Zhen Nan heading to Jiangnan isn’t known only to us; even people from Youzhou and Jizhou know, so I suspect that this is a trap set by whoever leaked the information."

"A trap?" Duan Shan, holding a Broadsword referred to as a Heavy Sword, was slightly stunned.

The Poison King looked at the Elder of Heavenly Remnants with curiosity.

"That’s right, it’s a trap. The message clearly states that not only is Prince Zhen Nan heading to Jiangnan, but he also has the Red Sun Bell related to the Nan Zhou Treasure, and without any military escort. Isn’t this meant to entice those greedy for the Nan Zhou Treasure to attack Prince Zhen Nan? So that when both sides are worn out, someone else can reap the benefits."

The Elder of Heavenly Remnants analyzed.

"Elder of Heavenly Remnants, should we still make a move?" Duan Shan asked.

"Can you defeat Prince Zhen Nan?" the Elder of Heavenly Remnants retorted.

Duan Shan was immediately stumped, turning red. Claiming he could was exaggeration, admitting he couldn’t was a loss of face, so he chose to remain silent, blushing.

The Elder of Heavenly Remnants cast him a glance and continued, "If the one spreading the news can be the fisherman, then so can we."

"???"

...

A few days flew by in an instant, and before they knew it, they had reached Jiangnan territory.

Jiangnan, also known as the Land of Fish and Rice, is a place of outstanding talents. Although it has experienced unrest, the situation remains stable. Standing on the deck of the merchant ship, one can see the smoke and fire from households on either side of the river in the distance.

Chen Mo looked at the nearby port and let out a long sigh of relief.

It’s been half a month since they boarded the ship in the Capital, and they hadn’t disembarked once.

Ships can travel day and night, much faster than traveling by land. But the merchant ship is small, only the size of a palm, requiring just a few steps from bow to stern.

The only entertainment on the ship was storytelling.

But the stories were just the same old tales.

Jiang Ruoqing, now the Sect Leader of the Su Nv Sect, had grown up alone in remote mountains, used to such a life.

Wu Xin’Er was similar, spending her childhood in high-walled courtyards with scriptures and martial arts as her companions, unbothered by the monotony of reading on the ship.

But Chen Mo, unable to sit still, grew tired of listening to stories and could only spend his boredom bothering his new wife, trying out all the poses from a little booklet.

As a result, Wu Xin’Er would blush the moment she saw him every day, saying it’s not appropriate during the day.

Fortunately, they had finally arrived.

As the ship approached the shore, Wu Xin’Er, Jiang Ruoqing, Ji Xi’Er, and Old He all emerged from their cabins.

Jiang Ruoqing, unfamiliar with Jiangnan, gazed at the distant pier and softly asked Wu Xin’Er, "Where is this?"

"Jianghe County. We need to switch to fast horses from Jianghe County to get to the Wu Family," Wu Xin’Er replied.

"Are the Nan Zhou Ancestral Temple relics in Hang City far from here?" Chen Mo asked.

"Not far, just a two-day journey," Wu Xin’Er replied.

"Then let’s disembark once we reach the port."

After the merchant ship docked, Chen Mo hung Tianwen at his waist, put on a conical hat, wore a black robe that covered him completely, and disembarked with Wu Xin’Er and the others.

Jiangnan was Wu Xin’Er’s territory, so she naturally had the duty to tell the others about Jiangnan’s local customs. After disembarking, she walked by Chen Mo’s side, seriously discussing the fun and delicious places in Jianghe County.

At this moment, porters carrying goods passed by. As a merchant ship from the Capital, the purpose was to sell the ship’s goods in Jiangnan and then transport pre-ordered goods back to the Capital.

Therefore, it was normal for porters to board with goods.

But Chen Mo sensed a hint of killing intent from one of the porters. As the porter reached for the goods, Chen Mo suddenly acted, kicking the porter into the river, while the large blade he pulled from among the goods clattered to the ground.

The sudden commotion startled nearby traders, leaving them baffled as to what had happened.

The fisherman rowing a small boat, the burly man unloading bags at the dock, even the woman bringing food to her husband... all abandoned their tasks, grabbed weapons at hand, and charged at Chen Mo from all directions.

"Whoosh!"

From an unknown direction, an arrow aimed straight for Wu Xin’Er’s face. Old He caught it with one hand and threw it back, the arrow embedding into the door of a tall building with a soft thud following.

As Chen Mo and the others prepared to respond.

Swish swish swish!

Several flying needles shot out from the shadows, the slight sound perfectly masked by the dock’s noise.

Chen Mo detected it.

Ding ding!

Upon hearing the whistling sound of the silver needles, he unsheathed Tianwen, using the Ancient Heavy Pupils, and deflected all the projectiles, simultaneously killing a hired killer who approached first, letting the blood flow.

"Someone’s been killed!"

Whether slow to realize or inherently unresponsive, the nearby traders now recognized something was amiss. With a shout, chaos ensued.

And in this chaotic environment, the assassins’ forms were expertly concealed as they attacked Chen Mo and his companions through the crowd.

"Xin’Er, protect her. Ruoqing, Old He, leave one alive, kill the rest." Chen Mo instructed, entrusting Ji Xi’Er to Xin’Er.

As Innate Martial Artists, the three had their ways of identifying the killers among the crowd. In less than a quarter of an hour, without harming innocents, all but one disguised attacker was dead, leaving only one pretending to unload bags.

"Speak, who are you? Who sent you? Why try to kill us?"

Chen Mo kicked the captive in the knees, forcing him to kneel and answer.

"Official investigation, unrelated people clear the area!"

"Official investigation, unrelated people clear the area!"

"..."

At this moment, a commotion rose from the distance as a squad of twenty to thirty constables hurriedly approached the dock.