Once the incident at Cirrus House had been exposed, Yun Yang had basically cleared himself of suspicion.
In addition, an endless source of trouble had followed Dong Tianleng and the young masters of the Spring and Summer families.
Yun Yang felt that he had done a flawless job in this matter. Especially with Yun Zuiyue's cooperation … it was even more flawless.
From the beginning to the end, both sides had to be grateful to Young Master Yun Yang!
If it had not been for him, things would have gotten out of hand today …
…
In the night.
Yun Yang walked on the road, feeling good.
He was muttering a few names.
"Shui Yuehan, Fu Guansan; Duck Voice, Keeper Mi …" Yun Yang hummed in his heart, "Shui Yuehan is on good terms with Han Wufei …"
Four Seasons Tower, perhaps your plan is flawless and a trap has fallen.
However, your father is already out of his shell. What's left is for you to fight the four noble families. What's more, so many of you are exposed in front of me …
How should I make use of this opportunity?
Yun Yang pondered with a frown as he walked. What kind of force should he use?
The Residence of Yun was right in front of him.
Yun Yang had come out alone for his own plan. After all, he and Dong Tianleng had not brought any guards with them. It would be more appropriate to let Popinjay Dong do it himself.
If he had brought Lao Mei or Fang Mofei, it would be the guards who would strike first. Then, things would be different.
Just as Yun Yang was deep in thought, a sudden sense of danger rose within him.
A sharp, murderous aura appeared behind him, stabbing towards his heart from the back in this dimly lit street.
The assassination this time was simply without any warning!
It was so close!
At that moment, Yun Yang felt goosebumps all over his body; a sense of death rose within him. He twisted his body with all his might, channeling the Fog of Cloud Conjuration with all his might. Just as his chest began to turn into fog …
Poof!
The tip of a shining saber had already pierced through Yun Yang's right chest.
Yun Yang roared as he charged forward a hundred and seventy feet like a bolt of lightning. In the air, he twisted his body with all his might, his back hitting the Residence of Yun's door with a loud bang. As he charged forward, the tip of the saber was forcefully pulled out from his chest.
In the Residence of Yun, Fang Mofei bellowed angrily, "Who is it?"
Fang Mofei and Lao Mei appeared on top of the wall almost at the same time.
Behind him, an illusory shadow was about to follow up with another slash but Fang Mofei and Lao Mei had already rushed over with a cry, "Young master!"
The illusory figure swayed and coldly snorted, "Count yourself lucky!"
His voice was very low.
Yun Yang tried his best to widen his eyes amidst the excruciating pain, only to see a blurry silhouette turning to leave. With just one step, the silhouette melted into the night.
Yun Yang's last conscious thought was that the silhouette seemed rather familiar.
Then, boundless darkness surged forth. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted!
…
When Yun Yang woke up, he was already in his room. Two streams of pure Yuan Qi, one in front of the other, continuously poured into his body …
It was Fang Mofei and Lao Mei, using mystical Qi to heal his injuries.
There was a faint taste of medicine in his mouth.
Yun Yang opened his eyes slowly and exhaled, asking weakly, "What time is it now?"
"It's almost midnight …" Lao Mei was sweating profusely, his face pale, his mystical Qi exhausted. He said, "Young master, don't talk, it's more important to heal your injuries first."
Behind him, Fang Mofei's voice was more relaxed, his tone solemn as he said, "Young master is really lucky this time … This is a penetrating wound, going straight through your chest from your back … But it's extremely coincidental, passing through the gaps of your internal organs … Otherwise, this time, it would really be …"
Lao Mei was smiling as well. "That's right, young master is lucky … But this damned assassin's stab is too coincidental … it went right through the gaps of your internal organs … Really …"
When both of them saw Yun Yang, they were almost scared out of their wits.
There was a gaping hole in his chest and back, blood gushing out.
This was a fatal wound.
Who knew that his internal organs would not be damaged at all after a checkup? Both of them felt that it was a blessing from the gods.
Such a thing might not even happen once in a thousand years in the entire Tianxuan Continent! It was too surreal!
Both of them did not even know that there was a gap between the internal organs that went from his back to his chest …
Yun Yang was touched. Luckily, his cultivation method had reached the third stage and he could turn his chest cavity into nothingness in an instant. That was how he had managed to avoid this fatal blow.
Otherwise, he would have been dead meat this time!
He took a deep breath and said weakly, "Stop your cultivation. I can mobilize my own mystical Qi now."
"Alright."
Both of them agreed.
Although external mystical Qi was powerful and could perhaps save one's life, it was still the mystical Qi that came from within one's body that was more effective in self-healing.
Both of them were experts in this field, so they naturally knew this very well.
Yun Yang controlled his mystical Qi and slowly withdrew. He could clearly feel a surge of pure life force rising from his dantian.
In the deific consciousness space.
Emmie waved its tendrils anxiously, rolling up balls of green air of vitality and tossing them out, only to be pulled back angrily. It wriggled and if it could speak, it would have been squealing anxiously.
Then, Emmie's tendrils writhed excitedly, sending out the accumulated air of vitality.
Yun Yang was awake.
Yun Yang had not woken up, so Emmie could only send air of vitality into his meridians, allowing the essence of life to flow naturally along his meridians to the injured area. Of course, the efficiency was slow.
When Yun Yang woke up, he had his own consciousness and could direct an unlimited amount of air of vitality to mend his wounds!
This was a completely different effect.
Yun Yang cultivated weakly, panting with difficulty. As the mystical Qi in his body was mobilized and Emmie's air of vitality entered, Yun Yang's complexion slowly recovered.
Gradually, a faint white mist rose from his body.
It lingered.
Slowly, Yun Yang's entire body seemed to be in a steamer as the mist engulfed him completely.
"There's no more danger now!" Fang Mofei heaved a sigh of relief.
Lao Mei held his breath, watching Yun Yang's complexion as his wounds slowly stopped bleeding. Slowly, his breathing became heavier as well. Finally, he straightened his back and wiped away his sweat. "That was close!"
Then, both of them looked at each other.
Who was the one who assassinated Yun Yang?
Assassinating the young marquis of the Residence of Yun right in front of the Residence of Yun! That was some guts he had. Besides, it was impossible to guard against such a mysterious and terrifying enemy hiding in the dark.
If it were to happen again, would Yun Yang still have such good luck?
"Old Fang, look …" Lao Mei's expression was somber.
"You can see it too." Fang Mofei pondered and said, "This person's cultivation base is not below mine. At least, it's the seventh peak! "
"And this person's hatred towards young master runs deep!" Lao Mei said, "His stab was as quick as lightning but such an expert should be able to control his strength. He could have kept the tip of the blade from protruding out of his chest and only left it in his chest. That would have caused young master more pain and it would have been more difficult to determine the extent of his injury. However, in order to ensure his death, he pierced through the wound directly! "
"That's right. The moment the blade entered his body, the mystical Qi that was attached to it began to expand and explode outwards. However, strangely enough, young master's internal organs were not harmed."
"However, that unique feminine power and demonic aura is still there." Fang Mofei's expression was grim. "If it were you or me, we would have been dead by now. However, young master's cultivation method is rather mystical. This kind of sinister cultivation method does not cause any harm to his body!"
"No matter who this person is, he's a powerful enemy. We need to be more vigilant in the future! " Fang Mofei's expression was grim. "To let young master be assassinated in front of his own house, it's really embarrassing!"
Lao Mei nodded ferociously.
The sky was already bright.
Yun Yang exhaled softly and tried to move his body to get off the bed. He felt his body sway and a wave of dizziness hit him, almost causing him to fall to the ground.
"Too much blood loss." Yun Yang quickly assessed the condition of his body. "His basic Qi is damaged. Other than that, I'm fine."
Yun Yang felt a lingering fear.
If he had not sensed it in advance and swiftly executed Supreme Cloud's mantra to vaporize his chest, he would have been a dead man by now!
However, the speed of the stab was extremely fast. With a quick thought and his body vaporizing, his chest had still been pierced through!
If he had waited until he had completely vaporized, he would not have been injured.
"To achieve that, I must reach the fourth stage of the Fog of Cloud Conjuration …" Yun Yang exhaled, channeling his energy to hasten the healing of his wound.
After a long while, he finally took a step out of the room. Step by step, he felt the cool breeze blowing against his face. It felt like a lifetime had passed.
His life had been spared!
"Young master, why did you come out?" Fang Mofei was shocked.
Yun Yang's face was pale. "It's nothing, it's not a serious injury. Walking out will help with the recovery."
Not a serious injury?
Fang Mofei swallowed the words he wanted to say.
If it had been someone else, they would have been reincarnated by now. You actually … don't even consider a serious injury?
I'm speechless as well.
Although Yun Yang said so, he knew in his heart that the injury he had suffered this time was not a light one. He might not even be able to recover completely even after ten days.
He had actually suffered such a serious injury at this crucial moment when he was about to carry out his plan.
Should the plan be delayed?
Yun Yang's face was dark.
"Young master, this assassination …" Fang Mofei asked tentatively, "Do you have any clues about the murderer?"
A cold glint flashed across Yun Yang's eyes.
The silhouette of the person's back appeared in his mind once again.
A familiar silhouette. He had definitely seen this person before!
However, he had never experienced such a sinister aura. Where had he seen this person before? Besides, he had such a deep hatred for him.
When had he offended such a person?
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