Wei Village
Dark clouds covered the sky, and from time to time, snowflakes would fall. The night was dark, and there were village warriors standing guard at the entrance of the village. They paced back and forth on the walls, lighting torches that illuminated the surroundings.
Below, Fang Yongjie's wife was wrapped in thick clothes, waiting in the winter wind.
"Hu!"
A gust of cold wind blew in along with the snowflakes, causing her face to hurt and turn red. The Madam shivered and clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
The housekeeper felt a chill and quickly advised, "Madam, go in and warm yourself. Young Master suddenly fell ill, Madam, you can't fall ill again."
"It's fine. True Monarch will be here soon. I'll wait at the door to show my sincerity."
As she spoke, she began to choke with emotion. Her eyes were red, and tears were about to fall. She held them back, closing her eyes. Even her eyelashes were trembling.
The blissful days did not last long. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into what it was today. Her husband fell ill, and it was as if her pillar of support had collapsed. Now, anyone could fall, but she could not.
Thump! Thump! The sound of galloping horses came from afar, breaking the silence.
"Who?" The people on the wall looked over warily. In the distance, amidst the snowstorm, there were cavalry galloping over, stirring up a gust of wind. The guards couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Looking from afar, they could see that on the official road, the cavalry was in an orderly formation. In front of the main group, there was a group of scouts whizzing over. They didn't enter the village, but continued to run in circles. When they saw the situation clearly, some of them ran back to report.
Very soon, the main group arrived with their banners raised. There seemed to be about four hundred riders, three hundred of whom were real Steel Cavalry, and one hundred were Daoist officials dressed in Daoist robes. At this moment, they were solemnly in formation, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. The entire army was silent.
The one leading them was Pei Zi Yun. Although he did not look much different from the last time they met, with such a military formation, he naturally had a dignified air about him.
"The Immortal is here. Madam, do you want to open the door?"
Someone asked in a low voice. The Madam's face revealed a look of pleasant surprise as she scolded, "We are here to save our husband, how can we not open the door?"
Furthermore, if they had ill intentions, the village wouldn't be able to defend against them with just this formation alone. The main gate was immediately opened.
Pei Zi Yun arrived at the village and jumped off his horse. The first thing he saw was Fang Yongjie's wife.
"True Lord, you're finally here. My husband can be saved." As the Madam spoke, her face became agitated. She covered her face and cried, "If you hadn't come, he wouldn't have been able to endure it."
When Pei Zi Yun heard this, his heart sank, "Bring me there."
He then turned to his personal guards and said, "Bring the horses in, set up camp and rest."
"Please follow me." The steward stepped forward and said, "Your esteemed subordinate, I don't dare to guarantee anything else, but I do have hot meals and warm blankets."
As Pei Zi Yun stepped into the room, the captain did not reply. With a wave of his hand, more than ten soldiers swarmed into the room. They spread out and waited for orders. In an instant, the entire room was filled with killing intent. A gust of wind blew past, causing the housekeeper to shiver involuntarily.
When Pei Zi Yun saw this, he waved his hands and smiled, "Don't worry, I can arrange for hot meals and lodgings for everyone else. These personal guards are the rules. I don't like to be overly courteous, but as the general of an army, these people cannot leave my side for even a moment. After all, the son of a rich family cannot sit under the eaves!"
"You don't have to arrange food and lodgings for my personal guards, they don't know how to use it. Just bring me in to see your Young Chieftain." As soon as he finished speaking, he ordered the steward to enter the room. The horse spurs made a metallic sound as they made their way through the corridor. As soon as they entered the room, they saw a small courtyard. The entire courtyard was filled with bamboos. As soon as they entered, they could smell the strong scent of medicine. When they calmed down, they saw that Fang Yong Jie was lying on the bed. His face was pale and his eyes were sunken in. He was on the verge of death.
Inside the room, Fang Yong's wife was by his side. She bowed once again and said, "Husband, the True Sovereign is here."
"True Sovereign, I've troubled you to come back from the army to see me." Fang Yong Jie opened his eyes, they were dim and his voice was hoarse. Just as he was about to speak, it was as if something was stuck in his throat. Tears rolled down his cheeks, "With a friend like you, even if something were to happen, I can entrust my wife and children to you. I can be at ease."
The Fang Yong Jie in front of him used to be weak and frail, but he was still elegant and had an aura of elegance about him. Now, he was skinny and pale.
Pei Zi Yun took a deep breath and pondered for some time. The lives of mortals were so fragile. Once something happened to them, they would lose control of themselves. He couldn't help but sigh.
"True Sovereign, my body was slowly recovering. However, the moment the child was born, something happened to him. Am I destined to be unlucky …." As she spoke up to this point, tears rolled down her cheeks. Fang Yong Jie, who was lying on the bed, started sobbing as his body trembled.
"You leave first, I have something to say in private." Pei Zi Yun looked at his wife as he spoke. His wife paused, her face was filled with doubt.
"You leave first." Fang Yong Jie looked at his wife, his face was filled with longing and worry. He then waved his hands as he spoke.
"Husband." Fang Yongjie's wife was worried about her husband on the bed. She gritted her teeth and glanced at him before leaving the room. Seeing his wife leave, Fang Yongjie's face fell, "True Sovereign, has my lifespan reached its end?"
"Not at all." Pei Zi Yun said as he stretched out his hand to feel his pulse. After a long time, he frowned. His body had been drained of energy. Ever since the Dragon Veins were opened, his body had been nourished. His body was getting better, and he had hopes of living longer. But now, the Dragon Veins had been severed, and were even being extracted.
"Someone has stolen your life force and luck." Pei Zi Yun said coldly.
Fang Yong Jie's bones had been stolen from him before. Who would've thought that something like this would happen again.
"Why is everyone looking for me? I've already given up on my good fortune. "Fang Yong Jie closed his eyes and asked softly," I just want to live a little longer with my wife and child …. "
"Because you have good fortune, but you don't have the strength to protect it. Hence, it has become a source of tragedy for you. People will keep coming for you. Today, it's the Dragon Veins. Tomorrow, it will be someone else."
"True Sovereign, can you tell me, what is it?" Fang Yong Jie's face was pale as he looked at Pei Zi Yun.
"Dragon Veins!"
"Dragon Veins!" Fang Yong Jie's eyes lit up. He was the son of the King of Guards, Fang Hao, and was very clear about this. If it was a true Dragon Veins, even if he died, his son would be able to inherit it.
Pei Zi Yun naturally knew what he was thinking and laughed, "It's a Dragon Veins. However, it's a Dao Cultivator's Dragon Veins. You don't have a large portion of it, and you're not a Dao Cultivator. Hence, it can only prolong your life. If it were a different Daoist, he might be able to become a Yin Master."
This was the truth. With Fang Yong Jie's current proportions, it would be difficult for him to become an Earth Immortal.
As soon as Pei Zi Yun finished speaking, Fang Yong Jie paused in deep thought. After some time, he laughed bitterly, "So that's how it is. I wonder if this Immortal Veins can be passed down to future generations?"
"The Immortal Veins are meant to be passed down to only one person. Even if the person dies, he would still have a soul. How can it be passed down to future generations?"
"If that's the case, why wouldn't the Immortal Veins be passed down to future generations? Why would they even accept disciples?" Pei Zi Yun laughed. The most ridiculous thing in the world was that some people thought that Daoists were born to accept disciples, and pass down their inheritance to their daughters and granddaughters.
It turns out that in this world, the first Daoist sect was the Sect of Heavenly Masters, which was passed down to future generations. Even later on, more than half of the Daoist sects were passed down to future generations.
In this world, if the Immortal Veins could be passed down to future generations, it would have long been passed down to future generations.
Fang Yong Jie paused when he heard this, and immediately understood. He laughed bitterly, "So that's how it is. That means that someone has been eyeing my Immortal Veins. First, they stole my bones, and now they want to steal my fortune."
"True Sovereign, you're so resourceful. I'm sure you have a way?"
Pei Zi Yun shook his head, "An ordinary man is innocent, but his wealth is his ruin. Your biggest problem is that you haven't cultivated the Dao. It's too late now, and you can't protect it."
"This kind of power is so weak that there's no way to break it." Truth be told, if Fang Yong Jie was being paranoid, he would think that Pei Zi Yun was just a thief trying to catch a thief. However, with his current level of power, this was meaningless.
Pei Zi Yun only had to wait for a few more days or ten days before Fang Yong Jie would die. When he dies, all he had to do was play some tricks and he would be able to take the Immortal Veins from him. It would be much simpler and easier for him to do so. The reason why Pei Zi Yun mentioned this earlier was because he wanted to show some goodwill to Fang Yong Jie.
It all depended on whether or not Fang Yong Jie could think it through.
Fang Yong Jie was an intelligent man. When he heard this, his gaze shifted to the bronze candlestick. This was because of the birth of a child, and was a symbol of celebration. After some time, he forced himself to stand up and kowtowed, "True Sovereign, my life has been tough. My father was killed, and my bones were stolen. My body is so weak that I can't bear a child. With True Sovereign's help, my life has improved a little.
I didn't expect someone to steal it from me again. "" This Immortal Dao Dragon Veins, I really can't bear it. True Sovereign, do you have a way to take it away? "
"Yes, but you're the Son of Heaven. Even if you die, you're still alive. You have to be willing to take it away." Pei Zi Yun said. Actually, if it wasn't for the fact that he had the Plum Blossom, or that his opponent was a demon from another world, he wouldn't be able to take it away even if he was willing.
If not, all he had to do was capture the Daoist and force him to give it away.
"What kind of Son of Heaven am I?" Fang Yong Jie laughed bitterly. He was filled with hatred and melancholy as he spoke weakly, "All I want now is to live well and raise my child with my wife. I'm willing. True Sovereign, you can have it."
As he spoke, he hesitated for some time, "True Sovereign, can I, can I recover?"
Pei Zi Yun nodded his head, "You can!"
Even if he couldn't, seeing that the Daoist had been transferred to him, he could. As he said this, he waved his hands, "Daoist Records Department, where are you? Set up the array according to the map. "
"Yes!" Immediately, several Daoists rushed in and occupied the entire hall. Soon after, three hundred personal guards who had just finished their meal walked in. They were all dressed in armor and wielded their bows.
"Convey my orders. Whoever dares to barge in, kill them." Pei Zi Yun said coldly. He wasn't being unreasonable. No matter what, Fang Yong Jie's remaining rights had to be in his hands.
"Yes!" The captain was very young. When he heard the order, he raised his eyebrows, revealing a cold and murderous aura. He then gave out a series of orders. At every corner of the courtyard, crossbows gleamed with a cold light. He held onto the cold hilt of his blade as he inspected the defenses.
If anyone were to barge in, he was under the command of Regal Propria and the Emperor's Sword. Not to mention the commoners, even if the magistrate or the magistrate were to barge in, they would be killed.
Looking at this scene, Fang Yongjie first sighed, and then he laughed.
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