Chapters 969 and 970: The Seventh Night After Death
Dark clouds rolled in, obscuring the full moon so much that its light was almost completely hidden.
An assassination attempt is brewing in the darkness.
The seven divine envoys were dressed in full regalia, followed by five saints in white robes. They would accompany the seven divine envoys and Yu Muhan on their mission to kill Yun Fusang.
Yu Muhan walked out of the council hall, holding a scepter in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other.
"Four Divine Envoys, what is that in your hand...?" The five saints all turned their curious gazes toward the elixir.
Yu Muhan lowered his eyes and looked at the pill in his hand, saying calmly, "It was given to you by the Great Divine Envoy. After taking it, it can temporarily enhance one's spiritual cultivation."
"The Great Envoy is truly a master strategist!"
"This is a real treasure... This assassination mission is a do-or-die situation!"
The five saints took the pills from Yu Muhan's hands.
Yu Muhan watched them swallow the pills intently, his eyes narrowing slightly, a fleeting, unnoticed chill crossing his gaze.
A dark and windy night, a time for murder and arson.
Seeing that the time was right, the seven divine messengers suggested, "We should set off now, complete our mission as soon as possible, and return as soon as possible, lest things get complicated."
Yu Muhan didn't show any expression upon hearing this, but simply followed the Seven Divine Envoys quietly.
"Four Divine Envoys, are you sure Yun Fusang is currently at Jingshui Temple?" The Seven Divine Envoys turned to look at Yu Muhan.
Yu Muhan nodded expressionlessly and said, "Tonight is the seventh night after the death of our ancestors. Jingshui Temple is the most remote temple in Wushuang Kingdom. Yun Fusang does not want to attract attention, so he will choose Jingshui Temple as the place to commemorate his people."
The Seven Divine Envoys pondered, "I see... However, the Four Divine Envoys are from the Star Luo Kingdom, right? It's somewhat unexpected that you would know that the Pure Water Temple is the most remote temple in the Peerless Kingdom."
Yu Muhan remained silent.
Only a pair of dark eyes radiated deep resentment.
*
Jingshui Temple.
Incense and candles burned brightly, filling the air with smoke.
Yun Fusang knelt before a row of memorial tablets, her eyes dim.
The Yun family mansion was completely burned down, and even the ancestral hall where people worshipped their ancestors was burned to the ground.
All the Yun family members who perished in the fire didn't even have a place to put their memorial tablets.
On the seventh night after her death, she could only ask the abbot of Jingshui Temple to temporarily lend her a clean room to place her memorial tablet and offer sacrifices.
Xie Qin Gui stood outside the clean room, looking at Yun Fusang's motionless figure, and sighed.
She's been kneeling here for a whole day; she must be hungry and exhausted by now.
Thinking of this, Xie Qingui turned and walked towards the main hall where the abbot was—he wanted to ask the abbot for some food, even if it was just a little bit for her.
Outside the clean room, a cold wind blew, causing the large trees on both sides to rustle.
Yun Fusang lowered her head, closed her eyes, and kowtowed heavily before the memorial tablet.
Several figures appeared silently behind Yun Fusang like ghosts. Yun Fusang, with her keen senses, noticed them and suddenly opened her eyes to look back—
What came into view were several people in white robes.
Yun Fusang's eyes widened—this is…the Holy Order!
The Seven Divine Envoys stared coldly at Yun Fusang, their eyes filled with mockery: "How pitiful, having to spend the seventh night of mourning alone to pay respects to the Yun family, you must be feeling very sad, right?"
"It's alright, we'll take you down there, and you'll be reunited with them soon... The most important thing for a family is to be together."
Yun Fusang clenched her fists, her cold, sharp gaze passing over the Seven Divine Envoys and landing directly on the white-robed woman behind them: "Yu Muhan..."
Yu Muhan's eyes were cold and indifferent. The jewel on the scepter in her hand reflected a chilling light under the candlelight filling the room.
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