373 Please embark on the journey (twenty-three)
Young Master Lan and his group were even more skilled. Without saying much, they closed in, attacking from all sides and targeting vital points and limbs.
Their moves are unpredictable; if you resist, you'll be killed on the spot; if you don't resist, they'll cut off your limbs and slowly torture you.
As the sword drew near, no further opponents appeared, which was rather disappointing; it seemed the big fish wouldn't be caught. So be it.
Standing still, as firm as a rock, the gentleman's knife moved slightly, as if he was not quite satisfied.
On the blade, lifelike dragon patterns flowed slowly, each detail unique.
Enemies lurking all around, ready to kill with their swords, why bother asking questions? It turns out it's the same everywhere. Indeed, one cannot ask for too much. Even the rules of etiquette require reciprocity to be effective.
It moved, with a force that even it could hardly comprehend. The force permeated the blade, making it much heavier, and the blade suddenly rose like a dragon's roar.
His figure moved with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, he spun around in place, the blade flashing like a whirlwind, like a beautiful painting.
Time seemed to stand still. With one stroke, Miss Miao's beautiful head was severed. With another stroke, Miss Hou was pierced through the chest, and Miss Tong was cut in half at the waist.
Young Master Lan, Young Master Ming, and others had their blades thrust upwards, piercing through their groins and splitting their bodies in two instantly.
In the blink of an eye, the men, their momentum unchanged, brought their swords to their bodies with a clanging sound.
At the same time, the head flew off, and the body was severed in two, at waist and chest level.
Blood splattered, blood mist flew everywhere, staining the ground red.
The head constable and the yamen runners were dumbfounded, inwardly screaming, 'Disaster! A complete disaster! How dare he!'
Arriving in the capital, instead of kneeling, they dared to brandish knives and kill so many—all from prominent and influential families. How could they dare?
The squad leader slumped to the ground, unsure whether to charge or not. He shrank back and fainted.
The constables behind them were stunned for a moment, then their eyes rolled back and they leaned against the wall, all of them fainting.
Those who were spying gasped in shock. A powerful figure had arrived in the royal city today; he must have some extraordinary backing. After all, the royal city's soldiers hadn't arrived yet.
He silently withdrew his prying gaze.
In the alley, Old Hu looked at the killing god in his eyes and was shocked. He knew about the Blazing Sun Blade. Although he was old and frail and his skills had declined significantly.
However, this desperate fight was not something that ordinary people could compare to. After all, he was a sixth-level expert. His sword energy was attached to the blade, and when it entered his body, it was the scorching power of the sun, burning through his entire body and internal organs.
Unexpectedly, a single strike severed the head! A single blow claimed a life! The path to the mortal world was severed!
And among these dead young masters and ladies on earth, most were collateral relatives or illegitimate children.
This young master Wei is said to be from a collateral branch of the family, but Old Hu, having lived in the capital for a long time, does know that he is a son of a concubine and is still a descendant of the current head of the family.
It wasn't exactly drunken chaos, as the current head of the family rarely drinks. However, upon meeting at the banquet, he was captivated by her beauty and ultimately couldn't resist. In the dark, they had a one-night stand.
This matter could not be kept secret in the end. The main branch of the family had considerable power, so how could they accept such a young man out of thin air? Moreover, the family did not allow it, so he was naturally ostracized and assigned a yamen runner, which was a deliberate arrangement.
By deliberately assigning him a minor official post, his status was predetermined from the start, limiting his future prospects. It must be said, it was a clever strategy.
Although they didn't intend to kill him, they merely wanted to keep him away from the position of family head. Now that he's dead, it has to be said that many in the Wei family are relieved.
As for what the homeowner thought, he was probably relieved.
Before me stood an elderly woman with white hair. Though her hair was completely white, she was agile, steady, and experienced, with sharp and serene eyes.
He wore a dark robe, the robe itself a simple shade of dark, and he always held an ancient staff in his hand. This staff looked like iron but wasn't, and it was incredibly hard.
A faint aura emanated from his body. Watching the exhilarating battle before him, he felt a surge of excitement. True energy flowed through the long staff he gripped tightly.
It quickly disappeared again, leaving only a perfectly round, deep pit at the bottom of the staff where it touched the ground, as if it had been formed naturally.
Elder Hu sighed softly, "Elder Meng, the Lord is indeed a dragon among men, decisive in battle, not much different from the Holy Emperor."
Elder Meng scrutinized him closely, then whispered, "I'll go out and pay my respects. You arrange for all our men to withdraw from the royal city."
Old Hu's eyes deepened, a hint of struggle flickering within them. He then sighed softly, a sense of helplessness in his voice, "Elder Meng thinks it's alright. Once she leaves, it's hard to bring her back."
Elder Meng's face immediately turned ugly, then he slowly relaxed and sighed, "It's also our own fault for having a weak foundation and not being able to support too much."
This struggle for the throne is not something we can or can control.
It's normal for a person's ambition to change with their status. Shan's current status is something she earned herself.
We weren't able to offer much either.
Besides, it's a mother's responsibility to care for her children. I didn't mean to blame them too much.
I smiled wryly. "Now, I have no right to blame her. After all, she has now returned to the rank of Imperial Concubine, and her understanding is still too far removed from ours."
Our initial dream was to keep warm and cozy for our survival, so that the world would be at peace and we would have food to eat.
To dream of a better position is going too far. In this world, there will always be people who need to be ordinary.
Otherwise, how could such a high and mighty figure be highlighted?
A slight self-deprecation graced his face, instantly evoking a sense of heroic dreams awakened by a gentle east wind.
Old Hu frowned, a hint of anger flashing across his face. He couldn't help but ask in a deep voice, "Did Old Meng go to see her?"
Master Meng shook his head gently and chuckled, "No, there's no need to go see them. Going would only cause them trouble."
In recent years, we've faced a severe generational gap, lacking even a decent young leader. Compared to those established families, we're far behind.
Not to mention those major sects; they could wipe us all out with a single finger.
The higher you stand, the farther you see—that's certainly true. Over the years, she's been in a higher position, and her perspective has been far broader than ours; naturally, she's seen and experienced much more.
Now that I'm in a high position, my former relatives and associates naturally come knocking. Compared to them, we are outsiders now.
Becoming a vassal state might be the only acceptable outcome.
Compared to the Holy Emperor, the Holy Emperor was indeed far more benevolent. The rewards he bestowed, now considered, far exceed what we have given him by more than tenfold.
Old Master Meng breathed a sigh of relief, then took a deep breath. In his eyes, a new hope and new ideas appeared as he looked firmly at Lord He before him.
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