Blatant and Brazen, Crying 'Thief!' to Catch a Thief

It was all Lin Yu and the others' fault.

They had failed to inform them of such crucial information, and now Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao's situation had suddenly become extremely difficult.

But thinking about it, it made sense-

Changming Peak had no Martial Skills Pavilion. Without a Martial Skills Pavilion, they naturally would not know what defensive measures existed inside one.

"Hurry, hurry! Something's happened at the Martial Skills Pavilion!"

Through the window, Ning Fan heard several shouts rising from below the Martial Skills Pavilion, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Ning Fan forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, while his hands continued to sweep like a whirlwind across the shelves displaying martial skills, one manual after another falling into his grasp.

Yun Qingyao watched, utterly dumbfounded.

"Let's go, this way!"

Ning Fan had a sudden inspiration.

Based on his memory, the window before them should lead to the rear of the pavilion. If they could jump out from there, they might still find a way to escape.

Ning Fan pulled Yun Qingyao along in a quick trot to the window. Just as he opened it and lifted his leg to step out, a voice suddenly rang out from below.

"Leave a few disciples here to prevent the thief from escaping through here."

Ning Fan: "..."

Yun Qingyao: "..."

What to do now.

Just as they were pondering, hurried footsteps had already begun to sound from the staircase connecting the second and third floors.

"Husband!"

Yun Qingyao's fingers kept twisting the hem of her clothes, a look of panic spreading across her face.

"Come!"

Ning Fan gritted his teeth. At this point, they had no choice but to take a gamble!

They lowered their bodies and quietly crept behind the door at the entrance.

Before Yun Qingyao could figure out his plan, six Qihua Peak disciples rushed onto the third floor.

"Who is-"

The leading disciple was about to shout.

Ning Fan suddenly pulled Yun Qingyao out from behind the door. He didn't head for the exit, but instead walked straight toward the disciples.

And before the leading disciple could speak, Ning Fan shouted first.

"Who dares to cause trouble in my Qihua Peak's Martial Skills Pavilion!?"

Yun Qingyao's mind went blank. Ning Fan wasn't thinking of escaping; he was crying 'thief!' to catch a thief. She almost couldn't hold it together.

The Qihua Peak disciples suddenly turned around. Seeing "Che Shuai" and "Lu Qing'an" behind them, a flicker of hesitation crossed their minds. Had they been behind them just now? They couldn't remember.

"Senior Sister Lu," the leading disciple asked, "did either of you see any suspicious person lurking near the pavilion just now?"

Yun Qingyao steadied her nerves, maintaining a slightly hoarse, cold tone.

"No."

"Then let's search the third floor."

And so, the eight of them formed pairs and began searching. The others were wary of the thief, while Ning Fan was cautious about taking more martial skills without being noticed. He was extremely selective, taking only Xuan-grade manuals.

In just a few minutes, he had acquired four more Xuan-grade martial skills. Yun Qingyao was speechless.

After a few dozen breaths, they had searched the entire floor without a trace of the thief.

"Senior Sister Lu, any findings?"

"No."

"Sigh, that thief has some skill. Who could it be?"

The next moment, Ning Fan pointed toward the entrance.

"A figure!!"

Without waiting for the others, he bolted toward the entrance, and they followed closely behind. Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao rushed down to the first floor and swaggered out through the main entrance. The six disciples followed, as they hadn't seen the person.

"Stay here," Ning Fan said. "I'll continue pursuing."

Together with Yun Qingyao, he plunged into the darkness and vanished. The disciples stood there, staring blankly at each other, as they had never seen a figure at all.

When the guard below asked them what happened, the group was confused, realizing their information didn't add up.

At the same time, in a small forest nearby, Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao were sprinting away as if their lives depended on it, panting heavily.

"Husband, that scared me to death."

"But the harvest is also quite generous."

Ning Fan's eyes shone. This trip had yielded at least twenty Xuan-grade low-grade manuals, ten middle-grade ones, and a few high-grade ones. If converted into cultivation resources...

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