Chapter 219: Eunuch Hai, if you haven’t shown up yet, when will you?
"Why worry?"
Outside the pavilion, next to the pond.
The empress in white held a heavy celadon jar in her delicate hands.
Almost transparent green jade fingers were suspended on the water surface, rubbing gently, and fish food fell between the fingers.
Ripples spread out, like the scene of rain, and the koi in the pond also scrambled to poke their heads out of the water and opened their mouths to absorb oxygen.
Mo Chou said:
"Ever since the Thousand-Faced God assassinated the imperial officials, you secretly ordered the guards to disperse and keep an eye on key figures, even investigating their interpersonal relationships in advance...
After all, the rebels are skilled at disguised assassinations, and they prefer to target those close to them. The better the disguise, the more they need to observe and scout the location in advance, which is what we call 'leaving traces to follow.'"
"Since Zhao Jisi was on the list, the You family was included in the scope of the imperial guards' investigation. From this, it was learned that the identity of the so-called young master of the Lu family, Lu Baifeng, was in doubt.
The You family booked the Zuiyue Tower yesterday, and today Zhao Jisi went to South City before noon... who knows, there might be a trap waiting for them."
She spoke for a while, then suddenly said with enlightenment:
"Your Majesty, have you already made arrangements? So you're not worried?"
Xu Zhenguan was as cool and pure as a fairy, looking down at the dozens of koi carps crawling at her feet.
No direct answer, just said:
"The Jianghu Shadow Guards previously reported that this Thousand-Faced God is a meticulous assassin. He always makes every possible preparation before striking. Since becoming famous, he has rarely failed, and if he fails, he will retreat.
Therefore, few people in the martial arts world even know the true extent of his kung fu. They only know that he is at the Shenzhang realm, and looks like both a warrior and a sorcerer.
In addition to his superb disguise skills, he also has a weapon ranked 100th on the Jianghu Weapon List.
It is said to be a sword, while others say it is an umbrella. It has some connection with the Baiyi Sect, a martial arts sect that believes in the "God of Death" and is good at cursing.
This weapon causes the cursed person's fortune to deteriorate, their mind to become dull, and their ability to be vigilant to change. Whenever they attempt to assassinate an important figure, they usually first perform a curse for at least seven days, thereby exposing the target's vulnerability...
Zhang Tianshi's fourth disciple cultivates both the Joy and Sorrow Gods simultaneously, and his fortunes shift and change, seemingly with considerable success."
Mo Chou sighed:
"Your Majesty actually remembered a mere Divine Chapter cultivator so clearly. This person is truly honored."
Xu Zhenguan sighed softly and said:
“It would be a disgrace to the officials of the capital if this man is not removed.”
Mo Chou said:
"Since Your Majesty has already made arrangements, if the enemy appears today, he will surely be captured, thus relieving the recent unrest in the court."
Xu Zhenguan remained silent. Could he be captured? She didn't know.
But he suddenly became very curious about whether the little imperial guard was frightened and how many attacks he could withstand from the opponent.
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"Thousand-Faced God!"
Inside Zuiyue Tower, the air was filled with the invisible power of curse.
It is said that no one has ever seen the true appearance of the Thousand-Faced God, but at this moment, how could Zhao Duan not guess it?
In my mind, many clues converged, and I understood it in my heart.
He said expressionlessly:
"You are the aristocratic young man that You Zhande met on his way to the capital. It was you who tricked him into leading me into this murderous trap today?"
Initially, he did not pay much attention to this small detail reported by his subordinates, but he did not expect that it was actually related to the rebel party of Kuangfu Society.
Based on this reverse speculation, this new branch leader might have been planning to target me before entering Beijing.
But perhaps considering the fate of the Frost Sword, he did not carry out the assassination rashly. Instead, he got to know You Zhande as "Lu Baifeng", laying the groundwork for this plot.
After that, he began to stab the officials one by one, drawing everyone's attention.
And today, the truth is revealed.
"You reacted quickly."
The Thousand-Faced God looked at him with a smile, as if he could see through his thoughts, and said complacently:
"You guessed correctly. This time, my first target is you. These days, I've been killing those minions to create confusion and distract the court, and also to lower your vigilance.
Oh, through those bloody words, I made you think that I was going to kill you this time. The more you think so, the less you think I will kill you."
He looked down at me and sneered:
"I originally thought that even with all these tricks and the cursed luck, it would be difficult to get you into the game, but you are easier to deceive than I imagined. Of course, this is also due to the efforts of your relatives."
On the ground.
You Zhande was stunned.
My head was buzzing, and through the conversation between the two, I figured out what had happened.
The Thousand-Faced God... Of course he knew about the rebel assassin that had been rumored in the city these days.
But he never expected that the rebels were right next to him...Even before he went to Beijing, they had been deliberately trying to get close to him...It was ridiculous that he believed it and became a tool without knowing it.
As for Mrs. You and the fat boy, they had already fainted.
Zhao Duan stood at the stairs, seemingly not fearing a life-or-death crisis, or perhaps trying to appear calm.
"Are you so sure you can kill me? Last time, Frost Sword was just like that, showing off in front of me."
The Thousand-Faced God said with great interest:
"I'm also curious about how you killed him. Also, the Taixu Painting Scroll he was carrying is with you, right? If you behave yourself and give it to me, I can let you die more peacefully... Eh."
At this point, he raised his eyebrows.
He discovered that despite being in a state of illness caused by the curse, the physical condition of the imperial henchman in front of him did not deteriorate rapidly.
Instead, he stabilized. Although he was still weak, he was able to resist the power of "Shen Luo".
"Is it because of the martial arts inheritance of Great Yu's ancestors?"
The Thousand-Faced God made reasonable speculations.
However, he didn't know that what was actually clearing away the negative curse step by step was the dragon soul in Zhao Duan's qi sea, which had already shown signs of awakening.
The illusory dragon-shaped half-step god seemed to have sensed the external danger and was in a state of being about to wake up.
The Thousand-Faced God was wary of Zhao Duan. The reason he kept talking nonsense was that he was waiting for the power of the curse to strengthen.
Seeing this, he was no longer willing to wait. As he spoke, the fan in his hand suddenly spun and flew out.
“Woo—”
The seemingly ordinary folding fan actually hides a secret; the fan ribs are made of gold and iron.
At this moment, he was blessed with the energy of the Divine Chapter Realm, dancing like a wheel, leaving an afterimage, and in a blink of an eye, he slashed fiercely at Zhao Duan's chest.
This attack was extremely sudden, and even if Zhao Duan was in perfect condition, it would be difficult to dodge it.
What about now?
However, this iron fan, which was powerful enough to smash a wall, made a clanging sound the moment it hit Zhao Duan's chest.
Accompanied by dazzling sparks.
Zhao Duan's clothes on his chest were torn, revealing the soft armor he was wearing underneath.
At the same time, the space around him distorted, and six golden talismans appeared out of thin air in the form of beams of light.
It formed a circle around him, spinning slowly, as if separating the three feet around him into a separate little world.
Zhao Duan's entire body was also covered with a set of illusory full body armor.
"Six Talisman Armor!"
The Thousand-Faced God was stunned, and then uttered the name in astonishment mixed with joy.
The maid Qingniao, who was carrying a big black umbrella next to her, was also stunned.
As a man of the world, how could he be unfamiliar with this famous armor of the Qingshan lineage?
"The false emperor actually gave you a precious armor for self-defense? No wonder you're so calm and composed. Do you think I can't do anything to you just because you're in a tortoise shell?"
The Thousand-Faced God's tone was bitter and his eyes were greedy.
I was shocked, anxious, and happy at the same time.
He was anxious because the tortoise shell was said to be able to withstand attacks from the mortal realm, and he could not break through the defense and kill Zhao Ze in a short time.
I am happy that if we succeed today, the spoils will be quite rich.
Just this precious armor is worth risking his life for.
"Today I will teach you the methods of this Divine Lord."
Qianmian tiptoed, and the handsome nobleman suddenly revealed his ferocious nature.
He pounced towards Zhao Duan.
However, the next second, a powerful fist came crashing down from the side with the force of shaking a mountain!
The Thousand-Faced God's expression changed, and he shook his sleeves lightly with a "pop" sound. He swept his right arm and blocked You Zhande's powerful punch.
“Squeak…”
The limbs collided and the sleeves were torn into willow catkins by the air flow.
Although his cultivation was superficial, the head of the You family, who was a warrior of high-level mortal realm, was defeated by a cultivator of the Shenzhang realm.
His feet stepped back continuously, and with each step, a deep footprint was left on the floor!
"Wow!"
The portly You Zhande spat out a small mouthful of blood, his teeth were scarlet, and his eyes were filled with a hint of madness.
Zhao Duan was stunned, surprised by the man's sudden outburst.
"Are you looking for death?"
The Thousand-Faced God's face was distorted, as if he was quite angry that he was ambushed by a loose warrior.
You Zhande wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and rushed forward again with determination in his eyes.
The legs are approaching in a walking stance, the hands are clenched into fists, and the back is arched.
He did not take action for Zhao Duan, but for his family.
When he realized that he had become an accomplice of the rebels in plotting against Zhao Duan.
This middle-aged man, who had lived in Xipingdao for most of his life and had built up a fortune through many shady means, knew that his family had no way out.
Today, if Zhao Duan died here, it would not matter whether the Thousand-Faced God would give his family of three a chance to live.
When the court experts arrive, the angry empress will surely vent her anger on the entire You family.
Under the charge of colluding with the rebel party, the entire family will be uprooted.
You Zhande had no doubt about the empress's cruelty, because anyone involved in the rebellious party would be guilty of a heinous crime punishable by genocide.
Therefore, his only way to survive is to gamble!
Betting that Zhao Duan still has a trump card, betting that the court experts can arrive as soon as possible...
The worst outcome is death.
His entire family was killed, but if he could avoid the destruction of his family after his death, as the head of the family, he would at least dare to face his ancestors in the underworld.
“Rumble, rumble, rumble…”
At this moment, You Zhande, who was prepared to die, used his family's unique skills. Even though he was burdened with many curses and illnesses and was in extremely poor condition, his fists still broke through the wind and created a series of sonic booms.
This punch revealed his true level of martial arts.
However, the Thousand-Faced God just took a step, and his figure floated in the air, miraculously avoiding the punch.
Coming to his side, two iron-like fingers pressed towards You Zhande's shoulders.
"puff!"
The fingers instantly pierced through the shoulder blade, and bright red blood spurted out of two blood holes.
The maid Qingniao who was carrying a big umbrella approached like a ghost and pressed down with her palm.
You Zhande leaped up, crashed through the railings, and fell like a cannonball towards the lobby on the first floor. He hit the ground and could hardly get up.
Zhao Duan watched the scene calmly.
In his two hanging sleeves, each arm was clasped with something.
His left hand held a delicate, palm-sized silver scroll. As long as he pressed it, the illusory world would unfold, allowing him to buy a short period of time.
The most important thing is that on the surface of the scroll, a purple waist jade is faintly shining.
As long as it is shattered, even if he is in a desperate situation, he can be teleported back to the empress's bedroom.
His right hand grasped the Golden Crow Flying Knife, and the blade was vibrating with the force added several times.
In the sea of qi, the dragon soul also showed signs of awakening.
Zhao Duan had a hunch that as long as he wanted, he could infuse the power of the dragon soul into the flying knife.
Back then, when he was a middle-grade mortal, he swung a flying knife with all his strength and broke the defense of the Frost Sword of the Divine Realm.
Now, after being trained by the Empress and becoming a high-level warrior, combined with a demigod-level treasure like Dragon Soul, what would it be like if I could unleash my full strength on the sword?
Can you chop off the head of a god?
Should I play it safe or go for it?
Zhao Duan's hands were still unsteady.
Or rather, waiting for something.
At this time, the Thousand-Faced God who had defeated You Zhande approached again, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
Zhao Duan's hands twitched as he finally made a decision.
He grasped the hilt of the Golden Crow Sword with his right hand, and the dragon soul in his sea of qi raised its head.
However, the next second, Zhao Duan let go of his hand, and Long Po suddenly fell into deep sleep again.
He sighed softly and said:
"If you don't show up, I'm really going to die."
…
Outside Zuiyue Tower.
On the rooftop, the chief priest of the imperial palace, dressed in a bright red dragon robe, stepped lightly on the ground.
The boots fell, shattering the solid tiles into pieces and turning them into powder, leaving a large hole in the roof of the building.
The old eunuch with a hunched body and a face as tender as a baby fell down like an autumn leaf, with his hands behind his back.
The coughing sound has already resounded throughout Zuiyue Tower:
"Ahem, young people are always impatient. They have to torture this old man like me..."
(End of this chapter)
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