Chapter 91: Day of Reckoning
The sun rises, and the morning glow looks like blood.
Feng Yanhao, dressed in black and tight-fitting clothes, stood in the courtyard, facing the red sun, drawing his bow and aiming at the target a hundred steps away, slightly narrowing his eyes to take aim.
"Young Master!" Feng Wu stepped forward, "The King of Zhao has finally come into conflict with that living Yama!"
"Oh?" Feng Yanhao raised his eyebrows slightly, a sneer on his lips, "King Zhao is so confident that he has to wait until after this day to settle accounts with my uncle?"
Feng Wu whispered, "Prince Zhao was only slightly concerned about the Impermanence poison before. But today... hey, spies reported that they had found irrefutable evidence of a conspiracy between Prince Huainan and Yan Luo in the palace. Prince Zhao immediately sent people to intercept Yan Luo and capture him."
"Impossible evidence of conspiracy?"
"It is said that Luqi found a secret letter written on a piece of silk with alum ink..."
Feng Yanhao suddenly chuckled, "I see." He raised his bow again, his gaze refocusing on the bull's eye in the distance, "This girl really didn't disappoint me."
"Girl?" Feng Wu was a little confused for a moment.
"Then can the imperial guards take my uncle back?"
"No. Yan Luo is secretly protected by the Xiao Guards. He has already escaped from the Imperial Guards and has no idea where he has gone."
Feng Yanhao's sneer widened, "Where can he... escape to?"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Wei hurried into the courtyard and reported loudly, "Sir, the Prince of Zhao's palace has sent an envoy to see you!"
"What do you want to see me for?"
"It is said that the King of Huainan has broken through the gate and raised an army, and he seeks your guidance."
Feng Yanhao's eyes narrowed.
"How's the battle going?"
"Hundreds of Huainan swordsmen were inside and outside the Huainan Palace. They had already stormed out through the palace's main streets, chanting 'Purge the emperor's court, those willing to follow will bare their left arms!' Wherever they passed, the common people stepped aside, baring their left arms in response, some even using their bodies to block the swords and spears of the Imperial Guards. The Imperial Guards were unwilling to fight the Huainan Prince, and those swordsmen were masters who could defeat ten of them alone. In a matter of moments, the Imperial Guards were routed and retreated to the Prime Minister's residence."
"Have any forces in the city sent out troops?"
"Except for a few places controlled by the King of Zhao, where the imperial guards offered some resistance, the rest of the troops remained on the sidelines."
Feng Yanhao raised the corner of his lips in a sarcastic tone.
Feng Wu asked in surprise, "Has the Prince of Huainan already broken into the Prime Minister's residence?"
"They have surrounded him and are calling out to King Zhao, saying that if he is willing to come out and talk, then war can be avoided. Otherwise, the Prime Minister's Mansion will be vulnerable."
"Since they are surrounded like an iron barrel, how can the messenger get out?"
"They are the generals in front of the emperor's palace. They say that the general was ordered to persuade peace..."
Feng Yanhao chuckled: "Persuading peace? Then why are you here with me?"
"The messenger said that the general has surrendered to King Zhao, but he only has 400 soldiers and a white tiger banner, which is not enough to capture the rebels..."
Feng Yanhao nodded, "I see. Prince Zhao does have some tricks up his sleeve."
"Sir, do you wish to see the messenger?"
Feng Yanhao scoffed, "He's just a scapegoat, why bother meeting him?" He casually picked up a long arrow, examined it for a moment, and said leisurely, "Go tell the messenger: White Tiger Banner, Announcement..." He sneered, "It's enough to capture the 'loyal hero'."
Feng Wei bowed and accepted the order, and was about to turn around when he was stopped again.
"These words must be said in a subtle way so as not to give anyone a handle."
"Yes."
Feng Yanhao finally drew his bow and shot an arrow, which hit the bull's eye.
"Call all the spies and join in the fun."
Feng Wu was slightly startled: "Sir, are you going to personally help King Zhao accomplish his mission?"
"Why get involved in such a scandalous matter?" As he spoke, Feng Yanhao had already left the crossbow range, bow in hand, leaving behind only a sinister sneer. "Go...hunting."
The red sun gradually turns whiter and the sky becomes brighter.
East of Luoyang, the city was in turmoil. The heroes surrounded the prime minister's residence, and the roars of the indignant masses were deafening.
The south of the city was immersed in a strange silence.
A dozen masked men in black, covered in blood, were protecting a "messenger" in brocade clothes and rushing into the deep alleys in the south of the city in a hurry. The Xiao guards swore to protect their master to the death and suffered heavy losses. However, the King of Huainan suddenly rebelled, and all the imperial guards in the city were transferred to the east of the city, leaving them a way to survive.
The "envoy" finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace.
The streets and alleys were dead silent, with only a few messy stalls left - that was the mess left behind by the people who hurriedly cleaned up the mess when they first heard about the riot in East City.
The "envoy" had gotten rid of his previous panic and was pacing in the mess. Although his face had changed, his expression after removing the disguise was still that of Feng Xiaoming, the surly and cold man with a flattering smile.
Fortunately, he did not completely trust that old villain, King Zhao, and had already prepared this group of "ghosts" who were most loyal to him in secret, Feng Xiaoming thought.
I remembered that King Zhao had once jokingly tested me: "Sir, you have refined such a miraculous medicine. If he wants to use it on me one day, I'm afraid I won't be able to defend myself!"
He really thinks highly of himself.
Feng Xiaoming's lips curled up in a hint of sarcasm.
That old thief, is he worthy of using the "Impermanence" poison?
Impermanence is a divine punishment. He only uses it on those who are smart, difficult to control, and bright and noble.
Feng Xiaoming raised his head - it was so nice to have such a warm day, much better than the Moon-Watching Valley which was shrouded in fog all day long.
He could have been a kind and noble man, but he made a small mistake - when his younger brother was arguing with him and his older brother, he pushed his younger brother into the valley.
He didn't understand. It was his brother who had clearly wanted to push. He had simply started pushing. Besides, it wasn't him who had killed his brother, but the steep cliff and the huge rock at the bottom of the valley.
But Fengshenzhen—or his father—still punished him.
His brother died easily, but he was hit by the backlash of the Wind God Formation, which destroyed the meridians in his body that supported martial arts. In a family like the Feng family that respected martial arts, he was equivalent to a useless person.
He was only ten years old at the time, and he was denied his entire life.
Until he refined "Impermanence".
Impermanence was the axe he wielded to tear apart the work of creation, the sharp weapon he used to mock established rules. The very order, revered as a deity, claimed to maintain peace and tranquility, had once despised and abandoned him. With this poison, he rebelled against the 128 family rules the Feng family had memorized by heart, against the unquestionable faith passed down from generation to generation, and against all the rules in this world that despised and oppressed him.
Suspect that he and the King of Huainan were secretly traveling through Chencang?
That's right. If he really wanted to choose a ruler to control the world behind the scenes, the King of Huainan would be the perfect choice.
Does that old villain think that all the people in the world are as vulgar as him, exhausting their minds only in the pursuit of vain power?
He has no interest in the power of ruler of the world.
What really excites him is destroying the true master of the world.
Ah, thinking of that prince who was born noble and highly respected, who had to shrink and flatter because he was unable to resist, and then loathed himself when he was sober, repeating this over and over again, and finally became cruel and crazy... and became like him - Feng Xiaoming couldn't help but feel his heart surging.
What a pity, I'm still a step too late today. It seems I'll have to wait a while. It's not easy to get close to the King of Huainan. Especially with that girl around.
But it doesn't matter. The King of Huainan will be his sooner or later.
He will eventually manipulate that important figure into his own puppet; many of the glamorous people in this world will also be dyed with his own colors one by one...
Feng Xiaoming's mouth twitched and he laughed out loud.
He was completely unaware that the dozen or so remaining Xiaos behind him were no longer able to withstand another round of attacks.
An extremely slight mechanical vibration pierced the silence.
Feng Xiaoming didn't even have time to react before he heard a sharp gust of wind behind him! The Xiao guards surrounding him swung their swords fiercely to meet him, and the sound of metal clashing filled the air.
The formation was instantly scattered, and he was shocked to find that he was completely exposed!
The next moment, a huge force penetrated from behind!
He looked down and saw a crossbow spike flashing with cold light piercing through his chest, piercing through his embroidered robe. Before he could react, another crossbow spike pierced his throat.
He stumbled and fell to the ground.
The chaotic sounds of fighting, arrows breaking through the air, and Xiao Wei's screams were quickly covered by a burst of tinnitus.
In his blurred vision, a pair of boots stepped over the pool of blood and corpses, and walked towards him step by step.
Someone leaned over and neatly snatched the imperial edict from his body. He tried to open his eyes wide and met those icy eyes.
It really is this girl...
The sunlight shone on the girl, making her whole body glow with a bright white light.
"Uncle, we finally meet again." Yun Yuan whispered.
As soon as she got close, the stench of his poison-soaked decay hit her face. Even if she were reduced to ashes, she would still recognize this smell.
She looked at the person at her feet indifferently.
His hollow pupils reflected her figure, but his gaze seemed to pass through her, as if he saw something more terrifying and despairing.
He opened his mouth and said something.
She was a little curious about what this venomous snake demon would say before dying, but the iron spike that was originally aimed at his Dazhui acupoint pierced his throat, making his voice broken and indistinct.
"Bone...abandoned...pierced...annihilated..."
The tone seemed to be chanting some ancient spell.
Yun Yuan grew impatient, fearing he would die first. Turning around, he picked up a long knife from the mess, stepped back, and stabbed the tip of the knife firmly into his abdomen.
"This knife is for me, Aye."
Feng Xiaoming's body shook, and blood suddenly gushed out from the gap in his throat and his lips and teeth.
"It's a shame I can't let you experience the full, bone-eating, heart-burning pain of the impermanence poison." Yun Yuan stood up and looked down with disdain. Her face was cold, but her eyes were filled with tears.
She took out the prepared porcelain jar and poured all the kerosene in it on Feng Xiaoming.
With a "click", the fire stick lit up.
"But you can still taste the pain of this burning body."
Flames kissed his kerosene-soaked robes, spreading rapidly and engulfing him in an instant. His crimson pupils reflected the blue sky, his throat still crackling as his body twitched and huddled violently in the flames, like a worm being cooked alive. In those eyes, where a shred of consciousness still lingered, was the despair of an ant.
The distorted face was finally engulfed by the flames.
Yun Yuan stood still, staring at the body that gradually scorched and shrunken in the fire. The blazing flames in her eyes swelled into the same raging blaze that had engulfed the entire Mo Yun Pavilion.
After so many years, she finally got her revenge.
But why is there only emptiness in my heart?
Killing such a person is so easy.
How could he be some evil demon? He was just a body of flesh and blood.
The smell of burning flesh filled the air, no different from ordinary firewood, even more disgusting.
But even if this body of flesh and blood died miserably, how could it atone for the hundreds of lives lost to her people? How could the burning of this body even remotely offset the scorching heat of the fire and the final cries of her kin?
As soon as this thought came to mind, the heart that I thought would be filled with success due to revenge became empty again.
She thought again: If I kill this evil ghost, at least I won’t have to worry about King Huainan being controlled by him.
There are many others.
Everything will be fine.
In the distance, the noisy shouts from the east of Luoyang City could be faintly heard.
She looked at the bloodstained imperial edict on her palm. When her eyes were fixed on the blood spot, the blood moon from last night suddenly appeared before her eyes again.
The hand holding the imperial edict trembled slightly.
A thought flashed through my mind: Will things really get better without Feng Xiaoming?
A sword light suddenly slashed through the air!
Yun Yuan was so shocked by the fierce murderous intent that he shuddered all over. He turned over and dodged, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword.
I looked intently, my heart suddenly sank:
It's a spy!
Feng Yanhao...as expected, came to kill him.
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