Yun Yang's heart sank.
These pieces of news had truly pressured him.
The crown prince's advisor, the government officials, the military generals, the palace's eunuchs … and the Northern Garrison General on the twentieth of the first month. Yun Yang dared to guarantee that these were all fake titles.
Yun Yang had originally planned to summon the Nine Heavens Dictum once he found a clue and continue the investigation.
However, he dared not do so now.
It was not that he did not dare to deal with these people, but he dared not let the Nine Heavens Dictum act.
The implications were too great.
If those brats were to find out that their most respected boss was killed by the people they had been protecting all this time, who knew what kind of trouble they would cause.
The Empire of Yutang would be turned upside down, that was for sure.
Thinking of His Majesty spitting blood and fainting time and time again, of the old marshal racking his brains for this, of the hundreds of millions of people in the Empire of Yutang who would be plunged into misery if chaos broke out …
Yun Yang gritted his teeth, swallowing the grief and indignation in his heart.
"I will do it all alone!"
"Watch as I single-handedly … dominate this world …" Yun Yang recalled Heaven's Inquisition's words and enunciated each word through gritted teeth, "Dominate, dominate!"
…
Yun Yang stood under the pergola, in the center of Tiantang City, surrounded by thousands of lights. However, he suddenly felt a sense of loneliness that came from the depths of his heart.
It was a strong sense of loneliness.
The sky was dotted with stars. Yun Yang had a feeling that he was the only one under the starry sky.
He was the center of heaven and earth.
Amidst the sea of people, he was alone.
Yun Yang sighed softly.
Lao Mei stood quietly behind him, looking at Yun Yang. He could obviously feel Yun Yang's loneliness; it was a kind of loneliness in his heart, and he could not help but feel his heart ache for him.
He could faintly feel that his young master was carrying a pressure that was as heavy as a mountain.
"Young master," Lao Mei said softly.
"What?" Yun Yang did not turn around.
Lao Mei kept quiet for a moment and said in a low voice, "I am very curious about young master's identity now."
Yun Yang smiled faintly. "Curious?"
"Yes. Young master has arranged for me to send out tens of millions of gold coins in this year. " Lao Mei said, "Now, it is even more important to capture Li Changqiu and Chu Tianlang. Although young master has been hiding behind the scenes, these two people are not insignificant."
"Young Master took them down effortlessly with a snap of your fingers. But during the interrogation, no one is allowed to be present. "
Lao Mei said seriously, "I know that young master is doing something big and does not want anyone to know about it. But I, Lao Mei, am not an outsider after all. I also wish to lend a helping hand to Young Master. "
Yun Yang smiled warmly. "I know."
He looked at Lao Mei. "Lao Mei, no matter what, you're one of the people I trust the most. The reason why I'm not letting you know now is because … I'm not confident myself, and the time is not right yet."
"But one day, you will find out."
"I will let you know." Yun Yang said softly, "Lao Mei, wait patiently. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have let you participate in so many things … "
"Lao Mei understands," Lao Mei replied.
"Don't tell Marquis Yun about this," Yun Yang said softly.
Lao Mei could only feel a wild shock in his heart.
"Marquis Yun!"
Yun Yang addressed Yun Xiaoyao as Marquis Yun!
What did this mean?
…
A thousand miles away from Tiantang City.
A tall figure dressed in black was flying towards the direction of Tiantang City. The tip of his foot touched the ground and he flew a hundred feet like he was flying. Each step covered a hundred feet!
There was not a single mistake.
In this uninhabited place, he rode the wind and traveled.
His black robes fluttered in the wind; his handsome face was calm, his eyes dark and deep. He was dressed in a long black robe with a black belt around his waist. A long sword in a black scabbard hung by his side.
Just as he walked into a forest, there was a sudden rustling in front of him. A dozen men dressed in black appeared from all directions. The leader hollered, "Is that Marquis Yun in front?"
The man lifted his gaze slightly and did not answer, but everyone could feel that his gaze had answered their own question – it was him!
"Seven Steps Killer Sword, Yun Xiaoyao … As a swordsman of the martial world, you're already in the imperial court now. You've enjoyed enough glory and wealth. Come with us."
The masked man in black cackled menacingly.
With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Take him down!"
Marquis Yun, who was standing opposite, watched the dozen men in black charge towards him with a calm gaze. Suddenly, he floated up.
His black robes fluttered as he charged forward. His right hand brushed across his waist elegantly and a flash of sword light appeared in his hand. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
More than a dozen bolts of lightning flashed in the dark sky.
Sky blue lightning!
Just as the dozen men in black came into contact with Marquis Yun, blood spurted from each of their throats at the same time. Disbelief flickered in their eyes.
Marquis Yun's limpid sword tip had already pierced into the chest of the leader of the men in black with an elegant sky blue glow.
The blade was cool like water as it shimmered with a blue glow.
Both of them stared at each other with a long sword between them.
The man in black's gaze was filled with disbelief and despair while Marquis Yun's was still as calm as ice.
"You … you're not … not sixth peak … you … you're ninth peak …" The man in black spoke with difficulty. Looking at the long sword in front of his chest, he could only feel his strength draining away along with his vitality.
He felt that it was ridiculous.
A peerless expert of the Ninth Heaven. Who was the one who spread the news that he was only at the sixth peak? How could they have come to ambush a ninth heaven expert so foolishly?
This … this was a setup!
"I've never been a sixth peak." Marquis Yun said faintly, "Who asked you to come?"
"Haha …" The man in black made a strange sound as he mumbled, "Do you think you can get an answer out of me?"
Marquis Yun nodded indifferently. With a push, the long sword pierced through his chest.
Clang!
The long sword returned to its scabbard.
Marquis Yun's silhouette was already a hundred feet away. With another flash, he had already disappeared.
I didn't even plan to ask!
What will come will come!
I have my sword.
It's enough!
The tall silhouette disappeared into the forest, flying towards Tiantang City. In the night, it turned into a stream of light.
In the dense forest behind him, the masked man in black looked at the bloody hole in his chest in disbelief. He did not expect the other party to kill him so easily.
Did he not want to ask him something? Why did he stop?
Just like that …
With bewilderment, the black clothed man's body slowly fell to the ground.
The corpses of the twelve men in black were lying on the ground in twelve different directions. Their heads were almost facing each other while their legs were facing outwards...
It was like a well-proportioned flower had bloomed on the ground.
With a casual swing of the sword, a flower of blood bloomed; with a single strike, twelve deaths, a formation of life.
…
In a corner of Tiantang City.
There was a small tavern.
The tavern did not have a name.
It was obvious that the business was bad as the place was deserted. A white-haired old man sat on a small stool in front of the door, his eyes murky.
Yun Yang appeared in the night and came to the old man's side, saying faintly, "Old Dugu, a guest is here."
The old man's eyes were blurry as he hummed, "What would you like to eat, sir?"
A warm smile hung on Yun Yang's face as he said, "I would like to eat the Chinese cabbage and tofu you made. Also, I would like to drink some Concentric Wine."
The old man lifted his head to look at Yun Yang and said, "Sir, you look unfamiliar."
Yun Yang said, "Someone who has eaten your Chinese cabbage and tofu is someone familiar, no matter how unfamiliar he is."
The old man's eyes shone as he said, "Yes, yes, that makes sense. Please come with me. "
Yun Yang walked in. The old man was right behind him as he installed the door plank. A sign was hung.
Closed.
He was not serving any other customers.
"It's been a long time since anyone has come to drink in this small tavern of mine …" Old Dugu said in a low voice as he hunched over and busied himself, "If you didn't come today and no one came in a few days, I would have closed and left …"
Yun Yang's expression was distant as he looked at the dirty tavern, his eyes filled with emotion.
He still remembered that each time they returned from a mission, the brothers would use different methods and paths to find this place and meet up here.
The brothers each had a small table, drinking alone. However, when their gazes met occasionally, they were filled with joy and joy.
We're together again.
Now, the tavern was still filled with small tables. Each table was only two feet wide and could only hold a dish, a pot of wine, and a goblet. There was no other space.
Eighteen tables were arranged neatly along the corners of the walls.
Subconsciously, Yun Yang walked to the ninth table and sat down.
His gaze involuntarily swept across the other tables.
Old Dugu looked at Yun Yang's expression and suddenly lowered his head. Two drops of murky tears fell to the ground. He then carefully scrubbed the wok and all the utensils. He was meticulous in his work. A translucent Chinese cabbage appeared on the chopping board.
He felt around with his fingers, and a hidden cabinet appeared on the wall in front of him. He took out a kitchen knife that gleamed with a cold light. He muttered to himself, "Do you want to learn this skill of mine?"
"Do you want to learn how to make Chinese cabbage and tofu from me?"
"This Chinese cabbage needs to be shredded … This tofu needs … water …"
Yun Yang listened attentively and finally said softly, "Old Dugu, are you leaving too?"
Old Dugu's murky gaze stayed in a daze as he murmured, "They're all gone … the old customers are all gone … they're not coming anymore … what's the point of me staying here?"
Yun Yang felt a pang in his heart as he said, "I'll come often."
"You won't come often, you can't come often." Old Dugu murmured, "This is the last meal I'll make for you."
Tears glistened in his murky eyes.
Yun Yang was silent.
You won't come often, you have too many things to do. You can't come often, it'll affect your state of mind.
Yun Yang understood.
He was silent and so was Old Dugu, busy with his work.
The sound of the kitchen knife, the sound of hot oil, and the indescribable aroma filled the small room. An inexplicable sense of loneliness and warmth suddenly assaulted Yun Yang's heart.
A plate of Chinese cabbage and tofu was placed in front of him.
The Chinese cabbage was like jade, crystal clear; the tofu was like white jade, white and flawless; the soup was like clear water and blue sky.
A pot of wine was placed in front of Yun Yang.
The aroma of the wine assaulted his nostrils.
"Old Dugu, put a pot of wine and a dish on the other eight tables," Yun Yang finally could not help but say hoarsely.
Old Dugu was stunned and murmured, "Put them on?"
"Put them on!"
Yun Yang lowered his head, his voice hoarse with a slight tremble.
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