Chương 242: The Serpent Strikes

The next two days passed in a state of tense, calculated theater. They continued to stay at the same luxurious guest pavilion provided by the Golden Tide Clan, a gilded cage they had willingly entered. Each morning, Kui would lead them out into the city's artisan districts, his expression one of cheerful, determined searching.

He would visit a few new workshops each day, and at each one, he would bring out the conch shell, telling the same story of a wealthy, eccentric Guild Leader looking for a master capable of replicating a profound and mysterious treasure. The rumor they had so carefully planted continued to grow, brewing in the teahouses and merchant circles of Tidal Jade City. The surveillance on them became more intense, less subtle.

They could feel the city holding its breath, the serpent they had provoked coiling ever tighter, preparing to strike. On the evening of the third day of their performance, a formal invitation arrived. It was delivered by a high-ranking servant of the Golden Tide Clan, written on expensive, water-marked paper, and sealed with the clan's official crest—a swirling, golden wave. The heir of the clan, Lady Lan Yue, requested the honor of their presence for a private discussion at their pavilion.

The serpent was finally making its move. An hour later, she arrived. She was a woman in her prime, perhaps around thirty years of age, with a grace and mature composure that spoke of a lifetime of holding power. She was beautiful, with long, black hair held in place by an intricate jade pin and eyes that were as deep and intelligent as a calm sea. She wore elegant, flowing robes of sea-green silk and moved with an unhurried, confident grace. This was a woman who was used to being in control.

"Guild Leader Kui," she said, her voice as smooth and pleasant as polished jade as she offered a polite, formal bow.

"I am Lan Yue. It is a pleasure to finally meet the man whose guild has become such a prominent new power on our southern coast." Her gaze then swept over the others, a brief, assessing glance at Spine and Jian Xuan, and a flicker of curiosity as she looked at the young, unassuming "nephew," Li Yu.

"The pleasure is all ours, Lady Yue," Kui said, his own demeanor a perfect match of cheerful merchant and powerful guild leader.

"Your city is a jewel. A testament to the skill and taste of your esteemed clan." They exchanged pleasantries for several minutes, a verbal chess match of polite, meaningless flattery. Lan Yue spoke of mutual prosperity, of the potential for a grand partnership between the Golden Tide Clan's unparalleled craftsmanship and the Golden Shell Guild's vast trade network. It was a flawless, diplomatic performance. Finally, she steered the conversation to the heart of the matter.

"I have heard, Guild Leader Kui, that you are seeking a master artisan, someone capable of creating certain… unique artifacts. Perhaps my Golden Tide Clan could be of assistance. Our elders are masters of techniques unknown to the outside world." This was the opening Kui had been waiting for. He leaned forward, his expression one of excited interest.

"Indeed, Lady Yue! Our Guild has many special clients with very particular tastes. For instance," he said, reaching into his storage ring, "we are looking for someone who can produce work of this caliber." He placed the conch shell on the table between them. Lan Yue's eyes fell upon it. There was a flicker of recognition in their depths, but her composed expression did not change. She had clearly been briefed on this item; she was prepared for it.

She picked it up, her delicate fingers tracing its patterns with a professional, appreciative touch.

"A marvel of craftsmanship indeed," she said, her voice calm.

"A sound-based artifact, designed to agitate the spirit of beasts. A powerful tool for a beast hunter, or a devastating weapon in a time of war. The artisan who made this is a true master. I cannot say for certain if our elders could replicate it, but I am impressed by the work." She placed it back on the table, her performance perfect. Kui sighed, a look of theatrical disappointment on his face.

"A pity. I have another piece here, though it is a simpler thing." He reached into his storage ring again.

'Let's see how she reacts to this little "trinket",' he thought.

"Perhaps this is more in line with your clan's expertise?" The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. He placed the dark, wooden flute on the table. The moment Lan Yue's eyes fell upon the flute, her flawless composure shattered. It was a small, almost imperceptible reaction, but to the four pairs of hyper-aware eyes watching her, it was as loud as a thunderclap.

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, her breath hitched in a sharp, tiny gasp that she tried to cover with a polite smile, and the teacup she was raising to her lips trembled, a single, perfect drop spilling onto the table. She hurried to hide her reaction, her gaze flicking away from the flute as if it were a venomous snake. But it was too late. They had seen it. Her mind was no longer in the room. It was a maelstrom of pure, unadulterated panic.

'That flute…' she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs.

'That is impossible. It cannot be. That is his flute. The one Elder Lin crafted for him personally, from the wood of a Star-Heart tree. How? How could these people have it?' The man she was thinking of was a monster, a true, terrifying expert whose power was so great it commanded respect. He was a crucial, powerful ally of her clan's secret endeavors. She herself had met with him several times, had personally given him that very flute as a gift, a symbol of their alliance.

He and the group he was a force strong enough that it could possibly be able to wipe out her entire clan.

'Who are these people?' her mind screamed.

'How could they possibly possess something of his?' A cold, terrifying thought, born from the intelligence reports she had read, suddenly surfaced.

'The Golden Shell Guild… the ones who crushed the Riptide Legion. Their mysterious backer… the 'Grand Elder' that our intelligence network could find nothing on, a true powerhouse who operates from the shadows. Could it be? Did the Golden Shell's Grand Elder… kill him? It's the only explanation. Only a top-tier powerhouse could have taken this from him.' The implications were world-shattering. If that was true, then her clan had not just provoked a wealthy merchant guild.

They had provoked a supreme power, a hidden behemoth capable of slaying one of the most feared experts she's ever met. They were not dealing with a merchant guild; they were dealing with a monster. While her mind was reeling, Kui, with a cheerful obliviousness, pressed his advantage, not giving her a single moment to think, to regain her footing.

"A simpler piece, as I said," he chattered on, picking up the flute.

"But the material is fascinating, don't you think? It feels warm to the touch. I wonder what kind of wood it is. Do your clan's elders have any experience with such materials? It has a lovely resonant quality, though it seems to be just a simple instrument. A shame, really. I was hoping it had some hidden function." His relentless, cheerful questions were like a barrage of hammer blows against her shattered composure.

She struggled to formulate a coherent response, her mind still grappling with the terrifying implications of the flute's presence.

"I… I am not certain," she stammered, her voice a fraction too high.

"The material is… unusual. I would have to… consult with our clan's artisan elders. Yes. A consultation is required." She rose to her feet, her movements now stiff and hurried.

"Guild Leader Kui, it has been a most… informative meeting. You have given me much to consider. I must return to the clan to discuss these fascinating items with our elders immediately. I will, of course, be in contact with you as soon as we have an assessment." Without waiting for a formal farewell, she turned and all but fled from the pavilion, her usual grace and composure completely gone, replaced by the panicked haste of a person who has just seen a ghost.

The moment she was gone, the cheerful, bumbling merchant persona dropped from Kui. A slow, cold, triumphant smile spread across his face.

"The flute is the key," Jian Xuan stated, his voice a low, satisfied murmur.

"The conch made them curious. The flute made them afraid."

"Deeply afraid," Li Yu confirmed. He had felt the spike of pure, unadulterated terror in her spirit.

"The man who owned that flute is someone they hold in both great esteem and great fear." They now had their enemy on the run, their minds filled with fear and uncertainty. The serpent had not only been provoked; it had been wounded. And a wounded serpent was at its most dangerous. They did not have to wait long. Later that night, the guest pavilion was quiet, the only sound the gentle lapping of the waves against the cliffs below.

Li Yu, Kui, and Spine were in the main hall, while Jian Xuan sat in a meditative posture in the center of the open-air courtyard, his new sword, Daybreak, resting across his knees. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. They were as cold and sharp as the edge of his blade.

"They're here." At the same instant, a suffocating, murderous intent fell over the entire pavilion like a thick, black blanket. On the rooftops of the surrounding buildings, dozens of figures, clad in black from head to toe, materialized from the shadows. More poured into the streets below, forming a tight, inescapable cordon. In the sky above, a half-dozen powerful cultivators hovered, their auras cold and deadly. The entire pavilion was surrounded.

The serpent, driven by fear and a desperate need to reclaim its secrets, had finally struck.