Blood-stained Yuan Feng
The night wind blew, and on the cliff just south of the village, two figures, one in blue and one in white, appeared, their robes fluttering.
Ren Xuan gazed down at the village below. In the valley at the center of the village, a bizarre ceremony was taking place.
Red cloth and colorful flags swayed gently in the breeze, with a coffin placed in the center.
Lu Shi'an's gaze was deep as he quietly scanned the bizarre scene in the village. He said coldly, "It's not some ghost marriage. It's a magic circle."
He slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips outlined several locations in the air: "With the red cloth as the medium and the colorful flags as the guide, these locations are connected by a line, forming a complete formation diagram."
Formation techniques are profound and mysterious, relying entirely on natural talent, unlike the martial arts where "hard work can make up for lack of talent." Throughout the centuries since the founding of the nation, formation masters, regardless of strength, have always been a sought-after talent, a source of endless competition among various factions.
It's rare to find someone like Xie Lingyan, a master of both formations and martial arts. Ren Xuan, a true warrior through and through, had no knowledge of formations. His expression was bewildered yet curious. "Do you recognize this formation?"
Lu Shian frowned and stared for a long while, finally shaking his head: "I've never seen it before. But the formation is so strange, it must not be the work of a good person, it must be a dangerous formation."
Ren Xuan was still very direct: "Do you want to care?"
The two of them came here following the young man's trail, and since Wen Congren had not been found yet, they shouldn't create unnecessary trouble.
However, the next moment, Lu Shian's eyes suddenly focused, and he whispered two words: "Criminal."
Ren Xuan followed Lu Shian's gaze.
In the center of the banquet, a young man was supported by someone and sat in the main seat. His eyes were dull and empty, like a puppet that had lost its soul.
Then, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy quickly rushed to the main seat. He was fair-skinned and had a bright smile, but after being ignored for a while, he inevitably felt a little depressed and lonely.
At this age, with this figure...
Ren Xuan felt a chill in his heart and lowered his voice to ask, "Is this the young man who robbed the prisoner?"
Lu Shian looked at him and asked, "If you were to face this young man, what are your chances of winning?"
Ren Xuan was suddenly speechless and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.
Then, he saw Lu Shian slowly take out a booklet from his arms and write something calmly.
Ren Xuan took a glance and saw that the other party had added a few lines of words in a cold tone under the case of "Prisoner Rescue in Tianlao".
He took a closer look out of curiosity, and saw clearly written on the paper:
[Case: Prisoner Rescue]
[Progress: Unable to bring to justice.]
[Block: The co-hosting military attaché is not competent.]
Ren Xuan: “…”
He took a deep breath. In his life... he had never wanted to upgrade so much.
In front, the center of the magic circle suddenly became chaotic.
There was a commotion among the Yanshi: "What's going on? There's no response after the formation was activated?!"
Upon hearing this, Ren Xuan subconsciously looked at Lu Shian.
Lu Shian's eyebrows remained unchanged as he calmly said, "The formation can't be activated for three reasons: the formation is not good, the people are not good, and the plan is not good."
As soon as he finished speaking, several gray-robed Yanshi rushed to the coffin in panic.
Lu Shian's eyes were gloomy. After a slight pause, he came to a conclusion: "There's something wrong with the core of the formation."
Ren Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw several gray-robed Yanshi hurriedly opening the coffin in panic.
Ren Xuan was startled. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a chill in his throat—Lu Shian had actually silenced his voice with his formation.
Lu Shian: "Wait a moment, I'll build a formation. They're repairing the formation, and this formation might have some perception."
Ren Xuan nodded, then followed Lu Shian's gaze and looked into the coffin.
The person in the coffin had his eyes closed and his face was as pale as paper, making it difficult to tell whether he was dead or alive.
Ren Xuan looked at him in surprise: "Wen Congren is dead?"
Lu Shian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head slowly, as if trying to identify something. He whispered, "A dead object cannot serve as the center of the formation. They must have used a technique like Locking Essence and Sealing Breath."
Lu Shian cast a glance at the armed guard beside him and asked, "Robbery?"
Ren Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly - such a good opportunity to show off.
Unfortunately, he couldn't grasp...
General Ren considered for a moment, and finally chose to be realistic: "The others here are nothing, but I can't beat that kid."
Lu Shian didn't hesitate at all: "I'll go destroy the corner of the formation."
No... This is too dangerous. Ren Xuan did not respond, but just looked around the coffin.
The leading Yanshi was bending down to examine the coffin. His movements were expert, and he quickly spotted something: "It's the Locking Essence Technique. He's sealed his five senses and seven orifices to prevent the flow of Qi."
As soon as these words came out, the gray-robed people present immediately whispered to each other and discussed a lot -
"Is there anyone in the Spirit Realm clan who knows this technique?"
"What now?"
"It can be guided. Wen Congren is just a trigger, and that is not his Qi Yuan. But if it is like this, the operation of the formation will be much slower."
"That's all we can do."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed man in the lead waved his sleeves and flipped his palm, and a row of silver needles as thin as hair suddenly appeared in the air.
The silver needle pierced Wen Congren's acupoint accurately, and seemed to resonate with some hidden power in Wen Congren's body.
A faint blue light began to emanate from Wen Congren's body, spreading towards another center of the magic circle.
Gradually, a light blue dark light path formed between Wen Congren and the young man.
Lu Shian's pupils shrank slightly, and his voice suddenly became cold: "The Qi-extracting formation—they are forcibly extracting Wen Congren's Qi. We must not let this formation complete, otherwise Master Wen's life will be in danger."
Hearing these two words, Ren Xuan's back suddenly stiffened, and a chill ran straight down his spine: "You said to take the air?!"
Yanshi, take the air.
Ren Xuan's eyes suddenly focused, and he looked at the young man in the formation again. An idea suddenly exploded in his mind - almost instantly, he matched the number.
The Yanshi lineage is a monster raised with the energy of countless masters.
Blood-stained clothes Yuan Feng.
Ren Xuan's tone was more decisive than ever before: "Shi'an, grab him! Don't worry about that brat!!"
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Qin Yingtian had beautiful handwriting because he copied a lot of books.
There is no special reason, it’s just a matter of practice.
After several fierce battles, the Fifth Prince finally finished copying the two hundred copies of "Guangwen Ji".
The pain in his wrist was terrible, but it was nothing compared to the sadness he felt. The teacher had ignored him for a whole day.
The resentful Fifth Prince secretly resentfully said, Qin Yingtian, if you can't control yourself in the future, you will jump into the river and die!
Holding a whole stack of rice paper with words copied on it, Qin Yingtian, who was asking for forgiveness, did not find Wen Congren.
It was already late at night, and Wen Congren was not at home.
In the study, the article on the desk was only half annotated. Although the paper and inkstone on the desk were neatly arranged, the pen was lying horizontally on the table and had not been returned to its original place.
This is not Wen Congren's habit.
Qin Yingtian was panicked for a moment.
Logically speaking, he and the teacher had just arrived in the capital and shouldn't have offended anyone.
Then he thought of how the Master seemed to be targeting Qin Shu recently.
Qin Yingtian's heart suddenly sank.
It was the same thing back then. His father imprisoned the Master, and he had no choice but to stage a coup. As a result, not only did he get into trouble, but he also implicated Wen Congren.
When facing Qin Shu, Qin Yingtian was a little scared from the bottom of his heart.
But the same thing still applies - if Qin Yingtian does nothing when something happens to the Master, he would be such a bastard.
Needless to say, Qin Yingtian went alone with a sword and went to Prince Xiang's mansion in the dark.
"Qin Shu! Everyone is responsible for their own actions! Let the Master go! If you have any problems, come to me, Qin Yingtian!!"
In front of him, the vermilion gate was closed tightly, and the guards with swords at the door turned a deaf ear.
The night wind blew gently, picking up a few lonely leaves and making them fly up and down.
The streets were deserted, with only his voice echoing in the wind, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere.
Shouting was useless. Qin Yingtian coughed lightly and took out a silver ingot from his arms.
The Fifth Palace was extremely flexible and nimble: "Brother Guard, I have something urgent to discuss with His Royal Highness Prince Xiang. Please pass the message on."
Money is still the most effective these days. After receiving the money, the guard finally stopped treating Qin Yingtian as air: "Your Highness is not at home. Something happened at Prince Lu's house, and Your Highness left in a hurry."
Qin Yingtian let out a sigh of relief. Qin Shu was not at home either. It seemed that there was something wrong with his grandfather.
Without any delay, he turned around and headed straight for Xining Street.
Logically speaking, Xining Street is a heavenly street, and the level of patrol by the imperial guards is even more stringent than that of the royal palace.
But now, the Lu Mansion's gate was filled with people rushing in and out, making it unusually chaotic.
Qin Yingtian turned his eyes, straightened his clothes casually, and slowly joined the group of old men who had just got out of the sedan chair. He followed the crowd into the mansion without much effort.
Qin Yingtian was secretly astonished, thinking that this old man was quite old, yet he could still run around in the middle of the night, and he was quite energetic.
As soon as he entered the main courtyard, he saw a man who looked like a leader approaching him hurriedly, saying in a hurried tone, "Mr. Wang, please follow me! Doctor Qi and the others are in chaos!"
It turns out that this old man is actually an imperial physician?
Qin Yingtian was just thinking about how to take advantage of the chaos to escape from the team and sneak out to look for someone, but he was spotted by this old man Wang: "You, bring your medicine box and follow me."
Qin Yingtian paused. Did he mistake him for his servant? Could he still be cured when his eyes were so blurry?
Helpless, Qin Yingtian had to silently pick up the medicine box and follow in obediently.
A wave of heat hit Qin Yingtian in the face. As soon as he stepped into the house, he felt a temperature that was completely different from the outside world.
All the doors and windows of the house were closed, the charcoal fire was burning, steam was rising, and a servant was carrying in a new stove.
Qin Yingtian was originally irritated by the oppressive heat, but when he took a quick look, his expression suddenly changed - he had hit upon the person he was looking for, and that was right here.
The heat in his chest instantly transformed into another emotion. A cold light flashed under Qin Yingtian's sleeves, and he broke through the heat wave and rushed straight into the crowd.
Before everyone could react, Qin Yingtian had already succeeded. With just one move, he pinned the man to the ground.
Everyone in the room was shocked and speechless. When they came to their senses, the dagger in the hand of the young man who suddenly broke in was already pointing directly at Qin Shu's neck.
"Who is he?!"
"Who let him in?!"
"How dare you! Let His Highness go!"
Scolding sounds rang out, mixed with fear, but Qin Yingtian ignored them completely. He only spoke word by word, gritting his teeth and saying, "Wen Congren, where did you take him?!"
Faced with the threat of life and death, Qin Yingtian thought he could catch some fluctuations in the other party's eyes, fear, anger, or even coldness.
Unfortunately, none of them.
Qin Shu was calm, almost indifferent, his eyes as deep as a cold pond, without a single ripple.
"Get lost."
It was that familiar, suffocating feeling of oppression again.
Qin Yingtian's fingertips tightened, and although the dagger in his hand was steady, his breathing had unconsciously become a little disordered.
The next moment, he heard even more rapid breathing - coming from behind him.
"Prince, please don't move—"
The old doctor complained bitterly and held down the guy who was struggling to get up: "It's okay, it's okay, tell them to take care of it."
Qin Yingtian was distracted for a moment, but in this short moment, the person he pinned to the ground moved.
The dagger was clearly still pressed there, but Qin Shu dared to stand up.
The dagger was bleeding... Qin Yingtian's heart suddenly shook, and he almost let go of the dagger in horror, his voice trembling: "Are you looking for death, bastard?!"
That familiar feeling of powerlessness spread from the bottom of my heart.
No, he still couldn't handle this person...
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