Chapter 338 Yan Wujiu
"Tell me."
The icy murderous intent almost solidified into substance, and Qin Minghuang spat out two words coldly.
Chu Xinglan lowered his head, "Master has nine disciples, among whom Yan Wujiu is extremely talented, a prodigy that can only be seen once in a century.
However, because he entered the sect late and had not yet received the complete inheritance, his master had already gone into seclusion.
Then the master failed to break through the barrier and died.
Jiang Wuya inherited the "territory", and Yan Wujiu left the sect in anger and disappeared.
According to Jiang Wuya, Yan Wujiu has already reached the third level of the Divine Martial Realm and is currently in the Northern Territory.
The North!
Qin Minghuang's jade hand holding the pen suddenly tightened, her knuckles turned white due to the force, and tiny cracks instantly appeared on the pen shaft of the purple jade pen.
She forced herself to suppress the anger and violence that was about to burst out of her heart.
Zhao Qiong is currently stationed in the northern border, but this villain still refuses to give up.
"Why assassinate?" The empress's voice was like a cold blade tempered with ice, and every word was filled with chilling murderous intent.
"I don't know." Chu Xinglan's answer was concise and clear. "I can only infer that he is the murderer, but I can't infer his motive."
Qin Minghuang raised her phoenix eyes slightly, her sharp eyes like an eagle seemed to penetrate Chu Xinglan's soul:
"Could it be used by Jiang Wuya?"
“It’s unlikely.
Although Jiang Wuya is the eldest senior brother and the first to join the sect, his talent is mediocre.
If I hadn't inherited the 'territory' by chance, I would have had no hope of opening the door to the Divine Martial Realm in this lifetime."
Her tone was calm, as if she was just stating the facts.
"Yan Wujiu is extremely talented, arrogant, and has always looked down on his senior brother.
After the two of us took possession of his territory and people, he became disheartened and immediately left the sect, and we haven't heard from him since."
"As for my senior brother, he originally had no great ambitions and only wanted to live a carefree life.
However, after his master passed away, the word "cultivation" became his only obsession.
He devoted all his energy to the pursuit of the elusive first-grade sorcerer realm, and almost let the sect's affairs run their course.
This led to the decline of talent in the Tianyan Sect, with a large number of disciples leaving and no intention of recruiting new disciples to teach.
If the 'Heavenly Plate' hadn't suddenly disappeared, he would probably still be guarding the sect, oblivious to worldly affairs."
The imperial study fell into a long silence.
The candlelight flickered, casting flickering shadows on the empress's cold face.
After a long while, Qin Minghuang spoke slowly, his voice no longer expressing any emotion, "Thank you for your hard work, sir."
"I'll take my leave." Chu Xinglan bowed respectfully and left the imperial study silently.
Qin Minghuang put down the damaged imperial brush, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the smooth, cold red sandalwood imperial desk, making a dull "thump thump" sound, his thoughts swirling...
When she first ascended the throne and her throne was not yet stable, she used thundering means to forcefully suppress the Tianyan Sect, which was at its peak.
At the beginning, my father relied too much on the art of divination and indulged in the so-called "heaven's will" and "prophecy". What was the result?
Did the Tianyan Sect figure out the former crown prince's rebellious intentions?
Did he ever warn us of the catastrophe that would almost wipe out the royal bloodline and shake the foundation of the court?
No!
Given the strength of the Tianyan Sect at that time, if they really wanted to protect Da Gan, how could they sit idly by and watch such a horrific disaster happen?
With powerful enemies surrounding them from outside and a huge threat looming from within, the Tianyan Sect clearly chose to protect itself at that time.
Precisely because he was fully aware of the huge harm it caused, Qin Minghuang was extremely determined to eradicate this cancer.
At that time, she was prepared to deal with the strong counterattack of Tianyan Sect and even prepare for large-scale turmoil.
However, the result was beyond everyone's expectations. The cooperation of the previous sect leader Xuanjizi was incredible.
After receiving the order, he did not hesitate at all and immediately led all the disciples to evacuate Fengjing.
From then on, he hid in the deep mountains of the sect, strictly forbade his disciples to go down the mountain at will, and gathered all his strength.
A behemoth that was almost regarded as a state religion and had influence throughout the government and the country, fell silent in the blink of an eye and its prestige was greatly reduced.
A few years later, the tragic news came that he had failed in his retreat and died.
Immediately afterwards, Chu Xinglan went to the capital alone, and as the holder of the "human plate", he was willing to serve as an official of Ziweitai and serve the court.
Qin Minghuang still can't understand why Xuanjizi would so easily give up the tremendous power that was within his reach.
What exactly she was trying to accomplish when she was employed by the late emperor was a mystery that always hung in her mind.
Qin Minghuang collected his thoughts.
No matter what, anyone who dares to wield the butcher knife against her and kill the royal heir is committing an unforgivable crime!
But... a third-grade sorcerer, coupled with his ability to conceal secrets and avoid danger, is indeed a difficult task.
Qin Minghuang narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in her eyes.
She intended to issue a killing order to the martial arts world, using the complete inheritance of the Divine Martial Realm as bait, which was enough to drive the entire martial arts world crazy and make Yan Wujiu a rat crossing the street, unable to move an inch.
But this person is now in the northern border, with the Shufeng Dynasty eyeing him covetously and a war between the two countries on the verge of breaking out.
If we allow a large number of mixed gangs of people to pour into the border town at this time, it will only disrupt the rear and increase the uncertainty, and the disadvantages will far outweigh the advantages.
The eldest daughter, Qin Zhaoqiong, is currently stationed at the northern frontier, surrounded by thousands of troops.
The army is filled with murderous aura and the battle formation is strict, which is exactly the environment that sorcerers who are good at strange ways fear the most.
He might be able to plot against one person, but could he plot against an entire iron-blooded army by himself and influence the direction of the world's situation?
A third-grade warlock is far from enough.
After pondering for a long time, the empress had already made up her mind and immediately summoned Pan Yue, the captain of the Xuanji Guard.
"First, immediately issue the arrest warrant.
The portrait, characteristics, and reward amount must be clearly visible and communicated to all prefectures."
It is naturally impossible to catch someone by this means, but restricting their movements to some extent is better than nothing.
"Secondly, send the Xuanji Guards with a handwritten letter to contact the leaders of several major sects with deep roots in the martial arts world.
Promising huge profits, they lured them to send out the sect's top experts to form a powerful assassination team."
In this way, there will be no large-scale impact on the northern border.
The people in the underworld have many tricks up their sleeves, so maybe they can catch him.
"Third, send a secret order with an expedited speed of eight hundred miles to Qin Zhaoqiong.
He informed Yan Wujiu of his appearance, cultivation level, and the imperial court's pursuit operation.
Tell them to be on high alert and keep an eye out for this person. If they find him, kill him without mercy!"
"yes!"
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An inconspicuous little carriage with a green curtain rolled over the bluestone road, making a monotonous and dull "rumbling" sound.
The light in the carriage was dim, with only a glimmer of light from street lanterns occasionally filtering through the gaps in the curtains.
Chunying leaned against the wall of the carriage, staring at the swaying curtains with empty eyes.
His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was carefully bandaged with white cloth, through which you could faintly see a few spots of blood.
Her brother sat next to her, his brows knitted into knots, his eyes filled with unrelieved heartache.
After running with her for a whole day, he ended up with a big cut on his forehead, half of his face was covered in blood, and his hair was in disarray.
The clothes that she usually took good care of were now covered in dust and looked in a terrible state.
He hurriedly led people to a familiar clinic to stop the bleeding and bandage the wound, and bought a set of clothes at a clothing store. Now he hurried back to the Duke's Mansion.
"Sister," I couldn't help but speak after all, with cautious tentativeness,
"You...what on earth happened?"
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