"There are assassins. I'm going to meet those reckless guys. You just keep an eye on him."
Zuo An, who had been sitting at the door of Mu Lige's bedroom with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. After giving instructions to Hua Qingcheng and the others in the room, he immediately picked up the Frost Sword and used his Qinggong to leap onto the roof of the East Palace.
After the left bank flung stones one after another in the direction of the assassin, the palace's secret guards sensed the presence of a master and quickly followed the sound with a continuous stream of arrows. Within moments, the bodies of dozens of black-clad, masked men lay on the ground.
Lan Mi, the captain of the guards responsible for protecting the Eastern Palace, worked with the secret guards to capture the assassin while sending a message to the commander of the inner court guards. Upon receiving the message, Murong Jinghe, the commander of the inner court guards, quickly arrived and surrounded and intercepted the assassin outside the Eastern Palace.
Zuo An stood on the roof of the East Palace, watching the chaos below with a gloomy expression. He noticed an assassin rushing towards Mu Lige's bedroom and immediately used his Qinggong to catch up.
The assassin sensed Zuo'an's pursuit and turned, swinging his sword. Zuo'an dodged sideways, and the stone in his hand flew out, hitting the assassin's wrist. The assassin's sword fell to the ground, and Zuo'an took the opportunity to strike the assassin several feet away.
After the assassin landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up. Seeing this, Zuo An stepped forward and stepped on the assassin's chest, his sharp eyes glaring at the black-clad, masked man lying on the ground.
"Tell me, who sent you here?" Zuo An asked coldly with a gloomy face.
The assassin raised his head and looked at Zuo An, a trace of despair flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you kill me, I won't tell you."
Zuo An couldn't help but feel furious upon hearing this. He knew the grass on the man's grave was already several meters high, as if he had dared to call himself his father. But then Zuo An exerted force, stomping on the assassin's sternum so hard that it cracked. The assassin groaned in pain, but didn't beg for mercy.
"Since you want to die, then I will grant your wish..."
As Zuo An finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the stone in his hand flew out again, hitting the assassin's throat with a "whoosh". The assassin's eyes widened, blood gushed from his mouth, and his life was cut off.
During the duel with the assassin, Zuo An held his Frost Sword in his hand, never unsheathing it. He glanced at the assassin's body lying on the ground, then glanced at Mu Lige's dormitory behind him, his face darkening. He knew this assassination attempt was probably just the beginning...
Elsewhere, after being invited to Lingkun Court by Yuanyu, Yu Xiaotian sensed the presence of an evil spirit. He overexerted himself in his soul-stealing technique, leading to the appearance of the Holy Son. While Zuo An was engaged in a fight with the assassin, above Mu Lige's bedroom, the Holy Son, clad in white monk's robes and a Five Buddha Crown, battled the dark clouds of evil spirits.
Facing the greedy and stubborn evil spirits, the Son of God's clear, peach-colored eyes gleamed with a sharp light. He knew that these evil spirits were coming to seize the soul of the fetus in Mu Lige's womb, and he would never let them succeed.
The Holy Son clasped his hands together, muttered something, and unleashed his Dharma. The Dharma transformed into a beam of white light, shooting towards the evil spirits, who then let out shrill cries. However, perhaps driven by their desire for the Purple Star and the divine dragon fetus's flesh, they did not retreat, but instead pounced on the Holy Son with even greater ferocity.
When Su Mutiansheng, Judge Wu, and numerous ghost messengers arrived at the Eastern Palace, the battle between the Holy Son and the evil spirits reached a fever pitch. The evil spirits continuously attacked the Holy Son, but his Buddhist power grew stronger and stronger. He exuded an incomparably sacred aura that terrified the evil spirits.
Su Mutiansheng was momentarily startled upon seeing the Holy Son's appearance, but then he immediately led the martial judges and ghost messengers in combat against the evil spirits. With the addition of Su Mutiansheng and his subordinates, the evil spirits' demise was significantly accelerated. Seeing the situation was dire, the besieged evil spirits began to retreat.
Sensing Su Mutiansheng's gaze, the Holy Son nodded slightly. He then clasped his hands together again and shouted, "Buddha's Light Illuminates All!" A dazzling golden light rose from him, illuminating the entire sky. The evil spirit, enveloped by the Buddha's light, howled in agony before dissolving into a puff of black smoke and vanishing completely into the air.
"Thank you for your help." Su Mutiansheng, holding a spear, bowed slightly to the Holy Son and said, "Excuse me, sir, have we met somewhere before?"
Su Mutiansheng was extremely curious. The powerful man in front of him looked very much like his daughter-in-law's fourth husband, Yu Xiaotian. But how could this be possible?
"Amitabha, you're welcome." The Holy Son clasped his hands together, smiled, and returned Su Mu Tiansheng's greeting. He then disappeared, leaving Su Mu Tiansheng and his subordinates waiting in confusion.
(Yu Xiaotian's spiritual power was exhausted, and the Son of God could only sleep in his body again.)
With the destruction of the evil spirit, Ran Qiyue, who was performing a ritual in the Imperial Master's Mansion of Zhaoyang State, suddenly felt a piercing pain in his heart, and then he vomited blood with a "puff" sound.
The pain was like a thousand poisonous insects biting wildly at Ran Qiyue's body, or like a sharp knife twisting fiercely at his heart. Blood gushed out of his mouth like a blooming red spider lily, dazzling and terrifying.
Ran Qiyue originally wanted to gather thousands of evil spirits, control them to devour the soul of Mu Lige's fetus and then take over her body, but she didn't expect that not only did her plan fail, but she is now suffering a backlash.
"Master, are you okay?" a disciple beside him asked worriedly.
"Go, prepare a carriage for me! I want to go to the palace in person to report to the emperor." Ran Qiyue's face was pale, his lips trembling, and he said anxiously, trying hard to suppress his physical discomfort.
"Yes, Imperial Master."
This scene seemed surprisingly familiar to the disciples of the Imperial Master's Mansion. The disciples, fearing being scolded for saying any more, dared not say anything more and quickly prepared the carriage according to Ran Qiyue's request.
Soon, Ran Qiyue entered the palace overnight and met the emperor Su Mutianjun.
"My dear Ran, what happened to you?" Su Mutianjun looked curiously at the imperial teacher who was lying on the stretcher on the ground and looked like he was about to die.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for not being able to salute you now!" Ran Qiyue clutched her aching chest and said anxiously, "It's bad, Your Majesty. The evil spirits have failed, and I have also suffered a backlash."
"Failed? What should we do?" Su Mutianjun, who was originally sitting at the top seat in the side hall, jumped up directly.
"Your Majesty, the only solution now is..." Ran Qiyue looked solemn, hesitant to speak.
Su Mutianjun came to Ran Qiyue, who was lying on the stretcher on the ground, and asked impatiently, "What should we do?"
Ran Qiyue turned her head to look towards the capital of Laifeng Kingdom, a sinister look flashing across her eyes. "Your Majesty, the only solution now is to offer a sacrifice to the Demon Lord and use the boundless magic power of the Lord of the Demon Realm to turn the tide..."
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