Liu Rushi's eyes immediately lit up, and she asked excitedly, "You can kill people?"
Ye Tian sneered, "Otherwise what? This is a map of the City Lord's Mansion, marking Wu Yi's location. If he's not here, just wait for him to return to his room. Today is the last day that the Wu Dynasty hostage is staying in the Feng Dynasty. It's his last day before returning home, and you know what killing him means."
Liu Rushi held the map in her palm, her delicate hands trembling, her expression one of profound shock. It took her a long time to recover, her hands still trembling slightly as she held the map.
After speaking.
Ye Tian didn't say much. With this map, she knew what to do next.
Liu Rushi rolled up the map, stuffed it into her bosom, turned around, and leaped away, using their unique techniques to nimbly escape.
The structure of the City Lord's Mansion was not complicated; the most important place in the Book City was the Academy. This place was merely an auxiliary area. With the help of Ye Tian's incredibly detailed map, every line of the map marked with detailed information, Liu Rushi quickly crossed several pavilions and entered the room where Wu Yi was.
This room was cleaned daily by maids and servants. As members of the Wu Dynasty's royal family, even as hostages in a foreign land, they lived quite well. Their daily food and vegetables were provided by the Feng Dynasty's stipends.
Wu Yi himself ate much better than the city lord of the city lord's mansion.
A curtain hung in the side room, casting dappled light from lamps and candles. A delicate fragrance of patchouli burned on the rosewood table. Liu Rushi gently lifted the curtain and sat quietly on the bed, awaiting Wu Yi's arrival.
She had no doubt that Wu Yi would come; if Ye Tian wanted to kill her, she would have been a corpse long ago.
If Ye Tian didn't want her to kill Wu Yi, then she would never have succeeded. Her very presence here already sealed her fate.
Today, she will definitely kill Wu Yi.
Regardless of the circumstances or who killed them.
She must have killed Wu Yi.
Liu Ruyi took the porcelain pot from the table, removed the sachet from her waist, and poured out a small amount of crimson water, containing tiny seeds the size of rice grains. She then picked up the pot again and slowly poured the water into the dendrobium. Her brows furrowed slightly as she slowly slid the water down her red lips and into her throat, feeling a warm sensation that soothed her body.
She was frail from a young age, unable to even withstand a spiritual infusion. Her master, who raised her, traveled the mountains and fields, tasting hundreds of herbs, searching for a way to soothe her body.
The master tried many methods, but none of them had much effect; they were very weak.
Once, my master traveled eastward to the Central Plains.
When Master returned to the Western Regions, his handsome features showed some weariness, but he held a handful of small, crimson seeds shaped like dogs in his palm.
Later, she heard her master say that this was an oriental divine herb. She brewed it with water, which gently moistened the innate essence in her body, and her body recovered much better as a result.
She has cultivated for many years and has reached a point where she can nourish her body without needing the small seed at all.
But she still couldn't forget the seeds in her hand. That day, a rare heavy snow fell in the Western Regions, and she heard people talking on that small, solitary peak. They said that the Central Plains and the Western Regions were currently at war, and that they were heading east.
My master fought a battle with the Imperial Preceptor of the Feng Dynasty and suffered a Daoist injury. I fear that this injury will leave a scar on his heart, which is as flawless as a mirror.
That scar was ugly.
My master is such a gentle person, warm as the sun and soothing as a spring breeze. Even the supreme deity, who holds absolute power on the throne in a distant palace, has bestowed prophecies. My master is the most likely genius to surpass him.
He is also a genius with a flawless Daoist heart.
That's why the scar is so ugly, and many people say it's because of her that Master went east.
Many people gossiped about her, many people secretly criticized her. These were seasoned warriors of the Western Wilderness. Those ignorant, unruly children composed songs and hurled insults in the streets.
She seemed destined to become a woman who brought ruin to the country and its people, as if it was because of her that the future of the grasslands and the Western Regions was destroyed. Thus, a mysterious and great being fell.
Liu Rushi was never a woman who could shoulder responsibility, so there were no stars in the sky over the Western Regions that night, and she had never seen stars before.
That night, the lake water in the Western Regions was very cold. By the time her master pulled her out of the water, she was already soaked.
If they waited any longer, she might remain in the lake forever. She would be dragged out by her tribe, cursed and cursed, and like a wild dog that died of plague on the grassland, she would be left to die in the most filthy pile of corpses, despised and exposed to the sun.
She just had a good master, just like the one she had when she traveled east more than ten years ago.
Without consulting her, her master went alone, with his body bearing Dao marks and injuries, to force his way into the snow mountain that generations of people in the wilderness had never climbed and had only heard of in myths and legends.
Everyone in the wasteland thought her master had gone mad, but no one could stop him. Because he had already climbed that snow-capped mountain, that high mountain covered with mysterious runes and patterns, which no one except her master dared to set foot on.
The people of the wilderness stopped hunting and waited patiently, relying on the meat and food they had saved up over the years.
One day
Two days
Three days.
The people gradually dispersed from the wasteland, and even the chieftain who trusted her master the most cast disappointed glances at the high mountain.
This is a tribe that worships the strong. If her master doesn't reappear, her body will become a plaything for the strongest warriors. Falling into the hands of such cruel and bloodthirsty people will almost certainly mean death.
Four days passed, and as the sky began to lighten, everyone thought all hope was lost. Even the egrets that had been waiting suddenly flew away. A thin figure, a man with a face full of frostbite, appeared, looking as exhausted as if he had returned from the east, yet he wore a warm smile.
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