While Xu Jinhuan was researching the power of faith, Zhou Ziheng, who had already returned to the capital, had begun his actions.
During his time in Xu Jinhuan's team, although his mind was almost entirely occupied by Xu Jinhuan, his years of habit still allowed him to gather a lot of information.
For example, Jin Huan's strange attitude towards Xu Youyou, and the Fifth Prince Lei Tingjun mentioned by chance.
Based on Xu Jinhuan's attitude, Zhou Ziheng had already guessed most of the truth. Since Jinhuan couldn't take action against the two of them for the time being, he would help her solve this problem.
Zhou Ziheng tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes gazing intently out the window.
"Knock knock knock"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Master, I have something to report." Wuyou's voice rang out from outside the door.
Zhou Ziheng glanced at the door and said calmly, "Come in."
Wuyou had a bloodstain on his face and smelled of blood from killing someone, clearly having just finished a mission and rushed over.
“Master, that Lei Tingjun is really too strange. I have ambushed him with my men no less than ten times in this period of time, but someone always slips and blocks the arrows for him.”
Someone suddenly appeared and thwarted our plans. Even the poison they were delivering turned into an aphrodisiac. It's so bizarre; it's making the brothers lose all confidence."
After Wuyou finished speaking, his face was full of grievance. He was the number one assassin of Deyilou and the personal bodyguard of the Crown Prince of Dazhou. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
After hearing Wuyou's words, Zhou Ziheng did not show the slightest surprise on his face, as if he had known this would be the outcome.
A hint of a smile flashed in Zhou Ziheng's eyes. If Lei Tingjun were really so easy to kill, Jin Huan would have finished him off before leaving the capital. Why keep him around as an eyesore?
"Understood. I'll handle this person myself." Zhou Ziheng picked up his cup, took a sip of tea, and then a strong killing intent appeared in his eyes.
He is the sharpest blade in Jin Huan's hand; anyone who opposes Jin Huan is his enemy.
Wuyou's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing this, and he exclaimed, "Master, are you going to do it yourself?"
My goodness! It's been so long since we've seen our master take action. What kind of deity did Lei Tingjun offend that made our master, the living Yama, personally intervene?
Zhou Ziheng was unaware of Wuyou's inner thoughts. He nodded lightly, placed the teacup on the table, and got up to leave the study.
Wuyou immediately reached out to stop him, "Master, there's something else I forgot to mention. I don't know what's wrong with the weather today, the temperature suddenly rose."
It's only been a short while since dawn, and the temperature is already higher than it usually is at noon. Why don't you go later tonight?
Zhou Ziheng glanced casually at the scorching sunlight outside the window, then patted Wuyou's hand that was blocking his way, and said indifferently.
"If you can't even withstand this little bit of sunlight, then you don't need to acknowledge me as your master."
After saying that, he quickly left the study.
Behind him, Wuyou rubbed the back of his hand that had been slapped so hard and said helplessly, "Master, could he be practicing some kind of Iron Palm technique behind my back? How come it hurts so much from just a casual slap?"
After saying that, he walked to the window and sighed, saying, "Why are we mortals trying to fight the sun? What if the master gets sunburned? Won't he hold me responsible?"
No, I have to prepare something to cool him down before he comes back. That way, he might get less of a beating because I'm so obedient.
Without hesitation, Wuyou began making serious preparations.
Meanwhile, Zhou Ziheng, the master he was talking about, had already used his spatial abilities to instantly arrive at Lei Tingjun's mansion.
Zhou Ziheng walked down the street as if no one else was around, yet no one could see him.
Unlike Xu Jinhuan's invisibility ability, Zhou Ziheng uses his spatial ability, employing spatial folding techniques to fold the space around him, creating the illusion that no one is there.
This was his first time visiting Lei Tingjun's residence. Although he had looked at the map before coming in, it still took him some effort to find Lei Tingjun.
At this moment, Zhou Ziheng arrived outside Lei Tingjun's study.
In front of the guards, he poked a small hole in the window paper and peered inside, intending to see if Lei Tingjun was there.
Lei Tingjun was seen sitting in a chair in the study, throwing a huge tantrum.
"Idiots, all of you are idiots!"
After reading the letter, Lei Tingjun threw the inkstone on the ground.
"I've meticulously planned all this for so long, only to have it all go to waste in the end. That useless An San!"
After finishing his rant, Lei Tingjun seemed unsatisfied and overturned the table, kicking it a few more times before regaining some composure.
"It's good that Zhou Dabing is dead. The trail will end with him. Even if my brothers want to cause trouble, they won't be able to find the key evidence."
Lei Tingjun said with a cold glint in his eyes.
Then, he looked at the dark figure opposite him:
"Quickly, An Yi, go and find out who is behind this Tongqiao Earth God."
An Yi stared blankly at the mess in front of him, wiped the ink splattered on his face, and silently muttered to himself.
"Who the hell cured his leg? How did it get better in a flash? When his leg was bad, he was a pain, and now that it's healed, he's still a pain. I've had enough!"
"Phew, it's okay, don't get angry. This bastard isn't my real master. The more useless he is, the safer my master will be. Hang in there, Dark One, we can still hold on!"
After silently reciting the words, An Yi slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, lowered his head, and replied, "Yes, Master, I will go and investigate immediately."
After saying that, he walked out quickly without even glancing at Lei Tingjun.
Lei Tingjun nodded in satisfaction, "It seems that my aura has become increasingly domineering lately, to the point that An Yi dares not meet my gaze."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ziheng, standing outside the window, paused. He glanced at Lei Tingjun speechlessly. Why had he ever thought that such a person had any hope of ascending to the throne? Was he blind?
This is probably a terminal case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), incurable even if it doesn't kill you.
While mentally complaining, Zhou Ziheng released his mental energy and aimed it at Lei Tingjun's heart, preparing to strike him squarely.
Just as the arrow, condensed from spiritual power, was about to reach Lei Tingjun, a carrier pigeon flew in from nowhere.
It appeared to be crashing into Lei Tingjun, but in reality, it was crashing into the arrow that ordinary people couldn't see, trying to shield Lei Tingjun from the sword.
How did these pigeons get in?
Lei Tingjun looked in surprise at the pigeon that had fallen to the ground without any wounds, seemingly having fainted from a cramp while flying.
A red glint flashed in Zhou Ziheng's eyes as he looked out the window, and the arrow immediately changed direction, heading straight for Lei Tingjun's back.
Just then, someone knocked on the door, causing Lei Tingjun to change direction again and dodge the arrow from behind.
"Master, urgent dispatch!"
A guard-like man, panting heavily, handed over the letter in his hand.
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