This was the place …
In a desolate and remote corner of the city, it was quiet and cold. The moonlight was indescribably desolate. On this desolate piece of land, there was still a dense aura that could not be separated. That was the pain of Young Master Wuhen's life.
The indescribable organs in his body still faintly emitted phantom pain, reminding him of this unprecedented crushing defeat. Now that he was standing at the place where he was defeated today, the pain and fury in his heart could not be described with words … … Today's humiliation, he must return it with a tooth for a tooth, return it several times over!
But calm down … … calm down, there were priorities. It didn't matter when that hoodlum-like little ruffian would take revenge. Before that, he had to do proper business first … …
Young Master Wuhen restrained the anger in his chest. His face was heavy as water, and he covered his mouth and nose. He carefully walked back and forth on the battlefield during the day and observed. A moment later, a smile appeared on his face — — he had already found what he was looking for.
A clue, or perhaps, an imprint left behind … … At that time, the enemy was strong and he was weak. Everyone on his side had inexplicably lost their ability to fight. Aside from himself, the other five companions had been ordered by Young Miss Zhao of Marquis Jingan fu to imprison and monitor them. Although they had become prisoners to a certain extent, they did not expose their true identities and intentions. They still retained the consciousness and skills of the Empire's elites, so … …
While they were being imprisoned and transported, they had left behind clues that pointed to them.
Young Master Wuhen stood up and rubbed off the gray powder on his fingertips. This kind of substance exuded a faint but persistent smell. Normal people might not be able to detect the slightest difference, but to this group of people who had undergone special training, this kind of smell was so pungent that it left a deep impression on them … … His gaze sharpened as he looked in a certain direction ahead.
The following words … … were here.
Searching the entire way, traveling alone in the darkness, Young Master Wuhen's face was heavy as water. As he searched for traces of his companions, he considered his next course of action … … In this operation, there were two important matters, and there was also a relatively less important matter of personal revenge. There were priorities and priorities, and he had to prioritize. As for how to choose, he had to think carefully. Moreover, he had to convince someone.
Found it … … After a long and arduous journey, Young Master Wuhen looked at a building not far away and let out a slight sigh of relief.
Fortunately, fortunately, the place of imprisonment was not Marquis Jing 'an fu, but an ordinary inn.
A light flashed through his eyes. Good news, this meant that he did not need to barge into the heavily guarded Marquis Jing 'an fu alone to find his companions. It also meant that Eldest Miss Zhao did not have any suspicions towards them and only treated them as suspicious people who attacked Sima Ping for some reason and not as mysterious people who came from the capital with a secret mission. Otherwise, she would not have casually arranged for elder Chi and the others to stay in an inn … …
Alas, they had to thank Elder Chi for this. One of the major reasons why Miss Zhao refused to bring them back to the marquis's estate was because of Elder Chi … Haha, thinking back, this matter was rather interesting.
He did not knock and entered the inn. Instead, he used qinggong to leap over the eaves and vault over the walls, running a circle around the inn. Following the clues left behind by his companions, he opened a window on the second floor and leapt in.
As soon as he landed, a faint Qi of the Five Grains Cycle of Reincarnation assaulted his senses. Another person was sitting in the room, pretending to be asleep. Seeing Young Master Wuhen push open the window and enter, he seemed to have sensed something, but before he could open his eyes, Senran Sword Qi flashed with a cold light. Young Master Wuhen quickly unsheathed his sword and sealed his sleeping acupoint in an instant, causing him to completely fall asleep.
Afterwards, Young Master Wuhen turned around and quickly walked into the bedroom. Lifting the bed curtains, an even thicker and mysterious smell assaulted his senses, causing him to wrinkle his brows and cover his mouth and nose.
A large bald head was shockingly lying on the bed. His entire body emitted a frightening aura. It was precisely the Old Boxer who had shouldered the evils of this world not long ago.
This smell, it seemed that he had not been completely washed clean … That's right, other than himself, who would be willing to carefully scrub him …
He pulled out his sword sheath in disgust — Fortunately, this sword was not his, but had been snatched from the hands of a knight of the Marquis of Jingan's estate in Hidden Yuan Village — and pushed the Old Boxer. Afterwards, he shouted in a low voice, "Elder Chi, wake up!
Wake up! "
After shouting a few times, the Old Boxer remained unmoved and continued to sleep, causing Young Master Wuhen to be slightly startled … He was fully aware of Elder Chi's abilities. Having practiced internal martial arts to his level, his spiritual sense was incomparably sharp. He would be able to sense someone approaching him, let alone being awakened by an external force?
He suddenly recalled that during the day, Miss Zhao had vaguely said something along the lines of "I placed a restriction on him," and his expression changed … Could it be that Miss Zhao knew the Soul Manipulation Technique?
She was indeed worthy of being praised by his master … She looked extremely weak, but she wasn't completely powerless to resist. She actually hid such an ability.
However, the Soul Manipulation Technique was indeed terrifying to mortals, but in the eyes of martial artists and doctors, it wasn't a thorny problem. Undoing it wasn't difficult either … He muttered to himself for a moment and took out several silver needles from his bosom. These were the things that Sima Ping had used to seal his acupoints. He didn't expect that they would come in handy in the blink of an eye.
He moved like the wind and moved the needles swiftly. In an instant, he had already pierced the silver needles into several acupoints on Elder Chi's face. Afterwards, he gently tapped his Baihui acupoint and shouted in a low voice, "Wake up!"
Elder Chi was still asleep and even began to snore.
"…" Young Master Wuhen's old face reddened. Fortunately, there were no onlookers here … However, using silver needles to stimulate the acupoints and then using true qi to activate the qi and blood, wasn't this method correct?
He hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand to pry open Elder Chi's eyelids, wanting to see the real reason why he was unconscious.
Then he saw a demonic purple light flash past. Although it was extremely faint, in his eyes, it was so clear and shocking. His pupils suddenly shrank, and in his shock, he actually took two steps back!
Looking at Elder Chi who was sleeping on the bed, he thought of that ray of light and that faint fluctuation just now. His expression was shocked and his tone was incredulous. "Demonic … Demonic Artifact!"
This matter happened so abruptly and shocked everyone. Even Young Master Wuhen, who was about to become a Spirit Act-Tough Master and wouldn't bat an eyelid even if he was struck by lightning for acting tough, changed his expression. His mind was in a mess, and it took him a long time to calm down. Finally, he connected the cause and effect of this matter.
"The power of the restriction that can hypnotize a powerhouse like Elder Chi isn't an ordinary Soul Manipulation Technique … Is it the power of a Demonic Artifact?
Young Miss Zhao actually possesses the power of a Demonic Artifact? "
Young Master Wuhen muttered, "Then it can be explained like this. No wonder there was a slip-up in the matter. No wonder Gong Chun's whereabouts were unknown. No wonder the Horned Tiger that came after the investigation also disappeared … So it's actually Young Miss Zhao, this Zhao Feihuang …"
His hands were slightly trembling, and an extremely complicated expression flashed through his eyes. His tone was solemn and revealed a trace of madness and ecstasy. "She actually accidentally stumbled and walked in front of all of us …"
If it wasn't for the fact that he still didn't want to reveal his identity, he even wanted to throw his head back and laugh heartily, venting the sudden ecstasy in his heart. "Double happiness, double happiness … Not only did I discover my Martial Uncle who had escaped from my sect for many years, but I also discovered the secret of Young Miss Zhao from the Marquis of Jingan's Estate. These two great gifts, these two pleasant surprises. The former can allow me to rise to a higher level, and the latter can allow me to win Master's favor and praise. When the time comes, I, who is strong enough and favored by Master, will naturally be chosen and also join that ranks.
Stronger … Stronger … "He clenched his fists tightly. Crazy loyalty and fanaticism churned in the depths of his eyes, causing him to suddenly let out a soundless roar." Master! "