On the other side, Lao Mei had already arrived with a sharp and forceful aura.
Without saying a word, the man in blue leaped up and raised his hand. A colorless thread shot out from his hand.
At the same time, he gathered strength in his left hand and charged towards Lao Mei.
Lao Mei's body swooped down like a roc, his palms smashing down with the force of thunder.
The man in green blocked the attack with a single hand. With a loud boom, Lao Mei's body paused in mid-air. Just as he was about to give chase, he saw the man in green flying backward a thousand feet. Then, with a flash, he disappeared.
Lao Mei did not care if he was going to shock the world. He took a flying step and left a trail of green smoke in the air as he rushed over. That person had already become a small black dot in the distance.
The other party was obviously prepared. If he missed, he would flee a thousand miles away.
When Lao Mei came back, he looked terrible. The assassin's cultivation was clearly weaker than his, but with the help of those mysterious threads, the assassin was able to escape in an instant, leaving him powerless to do anything.
"Assassinate me …" Yun Yang's purple robe was spotless as he frowned slightly. "Who wants to assassinate me?"
On the other side, Fang Mofei walked over with a solemn expression.
"Old Fang, can you tell where the assassin came from?"
"Young master, this assassin is not from the Concourse of the Underworld," Fang Mofei said with certainty.
"How so?" Yun Yang asked.
"If you're from the Concourse of the Underworld, you'll definitely have a Yama's Order with you. Firstly, the Yama's Order is proof of the mission, and secondly, it's a reminder to my own people that this job is mine, and no one else should interfere. This is the rule that the Concourse of the Underworld's Silver Plate assassins and above abide by. This person's skills aren't weak, he should be a Gold Plate assassin, but I don't sense the presence of Yama's Order on him, "Fang Mofei said.
Yun Yang nodded. "This person uses a flying dagger."
"It might not be the Hall of Crimson Blade." Fang Mofei said, "Everyone knows that The Merciless Tower has many sword-wielding assassins while the Hall of Crimson Blade has many saber-wielding assassins. However, this is not a standard; there will always be exceptions. Moreover, flying daggers are classified as concealed weapons, not proper weapons. "
"Therefore, I'm guessing that this person is most likely from The Merciless Tower," said Fang Mofei.
"The Merciless Tower." Yun Yang was deep in thought. "The price is clearly marked. Killing with money, regardless of right or wrong, regardless of cause and effect. The head is proof, it won't stop until one of us is dead!"
"Yes." Fang Mofei said, "As long as The Merciless Tower accepts the mission, The Merciless Tower will not rest until the target is dead. They will come in batches. The only difference is that in order to support them, they need to provide a large amount of money … "
Yun Yang wore a faint smile on his face as he said, "Hmm, to fight till the end. I quite like it."
…
Then, Yun Yang entered his room.
When he came out again, there was already a new Nine Heavens Dictum that was spread out like a huge net.
"Orders from the Nine Heavens, investigate! Assassins of the world, who has been in Tiantang recently? Characteristics, weapons … Who hired assassins to assassinate Marquis of Heavenly Clouds' young master? "
An order was given.
The underground world of Tiantang City was turned upside down.
"I'm going out for a walk."
Yun Yang then said, "Both of you stay at home and look after the house. Fang Mofei, hurry up and recover … "He was about to leave.
"Young master, let me follow you." Lao Mei's gaze was serious. "The assassin …"
"No need!" Yun Yang's expression was resolute. "Lao Mei, you have your responsibility, I have my persistence. The more dangerous the situation is, the more I should persist in my persistence. "
Before Lao Mei could reflect on his words, Yun Yang had already walked out of the door and disappeared into the crowd.
I have my responsibility, you have your persistence … Lao Mei thought for a long time before he finally wanted to say, "But my responsibility is to protect you …"
By the time he thought of this, Yun Yang had already disappeared.
Then, Lao Mei suddenly thought of something. "Young master, those invitations … If those young masters were to come …"
However, there was still a huge crowd outside the door; there was no trace of Yun Yang.
Lao Mei turned around speechlessly and saw Fang Mofei smiling at him with his chin up.
"What are you smiling at?" Lao Mei walked over with a menacing look. "Do you think I'm not doing my job well? Don't think that your actual cultivation base is higher than mine. I can beat you until you cry now! "
Fang Mofei chuckled and said faintly, "I'm not laughing at your incompetence. I'm just curious. When did the One-Horned Flood Dragon, Mei Wenjian, who used to dominate the martial arts world, become the Yun Family's butler?"
Lao Mei snorted in annoyance. "What's it to you? Your father is happy to do so! "
He looked Fang Mofei up and down. "What's wrong with being a butler? Isn't your Fealty Jade Sword now under my command? "
Fang Mofei did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Be more obedient in the future!" Lao Mei glared at him. "Be respectful to your direct superior!"
Fang Mofei was speechless.
…
Yun Yang blended into the crowd after he left.
When he wanted to be noticed, he could make himself the center of attention, even if he was surrounded by thousands of soldiers and horses. However, when he wanted to be hidden, even if he walked alone on the street in broad daylight, no one would notice him.
Supreme Cloud's concealment skill was unparalleled in this world!
He seemed to be drifting aimlessly with the crowd, but after a few turns, he reached a small path. At the end of the path was a small hill.
The foot of the hill was shrouded in a thick fog.
This was the original Residence of Nine Supremes, the original location of the Nine Heavens Demesne. Since the Nine Supremes' incident, the Nine Heavens Demesne had been shrouded in a thick fog.
No one was allowed to enter or leave.
No force could destroy it.
In a year, at least hundreds of thousands of people had come here, openly or secretly, but no one had been able to enter. Slowly, the place became deserted.
The joss sticks and candles were arranged neatly and swept clean.
Countless disabled soldiers were arranged in twelve shifts around the clock, diligently cleaning every hour and every moment.
They would never allow the place of their heroes to be buried in dust!
In their hearts, the Residence of Nine Supremes should always shine brightly!
Yun Yang watched from afar and saw countless one-armed men sweeping the floor with a broom in one hand. They spread the broom out gently and dragged it slowly. Not a single speck of dust was stirred up during the entire process.
Their expressions were reverent.
The Residence of Nine Supremes and the Nine Heavens Demesne were the holy land in these veterans' hearts!
Yun Yang took a deep breath, holding back the hot tears that were about to spill out of his eyes. He walked slowly to a shadowy tree and stood quietly.
Looking at the white fog before him, Yun Yang could only feel his heart boiling, his blood burning.
He stood there quietly until dusk fell. In between, many veterans swept past his feet with brooms but they did not realize that there was a person here.
The thick fog of the Nine Heavens Demesne had sealed everything.
"Perhaps I'm the only one in this world who can go in." Yun Yang closed his eyes. "But I … dare not go in now."
He seemed to see his eight brothers waiting inside, asking him, "Has the Four Seasons Tower been annihilated? Has it been avenged for us? Ol 'ninth, how are you now? "
Yun Yang took a deep breath, his tears finally falling silently from the corners of his eyes.
"I'm here to see all of you, but I don't want to leave now that I'm here …"
…
Old Marshal Qiu sat alone in the hall, his expression tinged with anxiety.
It was already dusk but the invited guest had yet to arrive.
Sir Wang's eyebrows were twitching.
The Old Marshal's treat was a treat from the top military man in the Empire of Yutang. How dare this child be late?
"Should we send someone to urge him?" Sir Wang asked, slightly displeased.
"No need." Old Marshal Qiu's white brows arched. "It's alright. His Majesty hasn't arrived yet."
"His Majesty is here too?" Sir Wang was surprised.
"Yes, His Majesty and I have the same question." Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan said softly, "Why did Yun Yang issue the Nine Heavens Dictum right after he beat someone up?"
Sir Wang said, "This …"
"No matter what, Xie Wuyuan and his son have committed many evil deeds. Their crimes are uncountable. Why didn't the Nine Heavens Dictum come down?" Old Marshal Qiu asked.
"Perhaps this is a coincidence …" Sir Wang said with difficulty, "After all, Yun Yang is only a popinjay …"
"How can there be so many coincidences in this world? Even if it is a coincidence, there must be something wrong with this. " Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan said seriously, "Therefore, today's meal is very important to this old man. Even if I have to wait for a while, it will be worth it. "
Sir Wang sighed and did not try to persuade him further.
Old Marshal Qiu glanced at Sir Wang and sighed inwardly as well.
Sir Wang was born in a humble family and had made a name for himself with his own strength. Until now, he wore white robes proudly and was wise and farsighted. He could definitely be considered as a top-notch figure in this world. However, Sir Wang had a deep-rooted view in his heart. Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan had tried to change it for so many years, but he had not changed it. Other than that, everything was fine.
This shortcoming was that Sir Wang instinctively thought that the second generation of officials and rich merchants were all popinjays!
Useless! Useless! Other than bullying others and dominating the market, there was nothing else they could do.
The old marshal was speechless at this point of view.
It was not that Sir Wang could not see the suspicious points in Yun Yang's case, but he stubbornly believed that it had nothing to do with this popinjay.
Qiu Jianhan could only sigh at this.
A voice came from the door, "Marshal, His Majesty has arrived."
Qiu Jianhan stood up quickly and went out to welcome him.
…
Night had fallen.
Yun Yang came to the entrance of the Residence of Marshal with a box of fruits in his hand. He had bought them on the way.
The guards at the door were eyebrows twitching at the sight.
The Old Marshal's treat was a great honor, yet this brat actually came so valiantly and energetically with a few cracked fruits in his hands?
"Please inform them of my arrival." Yun Yang was courteous and said in a dignified manner, "Yun Yang of the Yun Family has come to attend the banquet and has brought some meager gifts."
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