Looking at the rolling brazier on the ground and the exposed Ksitigarbha Sutra, a feeling of despair welled up in Zhu Yi's heart: "Could it be that this is my fate? Why did you give me hope and then immediately make me fall into despair? "
"This won't do, a gentleman never stops improving himself, I definitely can't be discouraged."
Fatty Zhu picked up the golden paper that recorded the Ksitigarbha Sutra, looking at Zhu Yi with a face of ridicule: "Young master Yi, what is this?"
Zhu Yi pursed his lips, his expression already calming down: "There's actually something like this in the brazier? I didn't discover it before. "
Fatty Zhu and the others looked at each other, all laughing loudly: "Since it's like this then we'll accept it. When the time comes we'll hand it over to the Marquis and let him deal with it."
"It's just that young master Yi, since you discovered it together with us you have to come with us, at least we can verify it in front of the Marquis." Fatty Zhu squinted his little eyes, his face full of pride.
Zhu Yi calmly nodded his head. Losing the Ksitigarbha Sutra made him disappointed, but the most important thing right now is to deal with his old man Zhu Hongwu.
Zhu Hongwu's rules are extremely strict, not to mention a bastard son that isn't valued like Zhu Yi, even the eldest son of the first wife who has the right to inherit the title will be punished by Zhu Hongwu's family laws until a layer of skin is peeled off if he makes a small mistake.
If Zhu Hongwu finds out that he's secretly practising dao techniques, he might even lose half his life.
Outside the door Lin Feng faintly smiled, it's his turn to go on stage. If he waits until Zhu Yi is brought back to the Marquis's house he might be grounded by the Marquis of Xuanji and never be able to leave the Marquis's house. If he wants to take him as a disciple under the Marquis of Xuanji's eyes the difficulty will be too great.
"Hm? No! This is … "
Lin Feng was calculating when he suddenly sensed a group of people running out from the forest, heading straight for the old temple.
Lin Feng's heart trembled: "What do they want to do, could it be that their target is also Zhu Yi?"
This group of people is far from what Fatty Zhu and the others can compare to, their movements in the forest are swift and nimble and orderly, actually having a bit of the elegance of soldiers.
What was even worse was that there were Foundation Establishment cultivators among this group of people!
As he thought about it, Lin Feng hid himself first. Then, he saw the group of people barge into the side hall where Zhu Yi was.
In the side hall, Zhu Yi, Fatty Zhu, and the others were dumbfounded as they watched the group of people barge in. As soon as they entered the room, their gazes all landed on Zhu Yi.
The leader was a burly man in black with a scar on his cheek. The burly man turned around and looked at his two companions behind him. The two of them nodded in unison. "It's this scholar."
Outside the hall, Lin Feng felt a headache coming on. He roared in his heart, "That's why I hate accidents the most!"
Although the other party's arrival was sudden, Zhu Yi could still maintain his composure. "You're looking for me? I don't know you. Who are you? "
Fatty Zhu also reacted at this moment and said with a gloating smile, "Young Master Yi, where did you get into trouble? Could it be that you owe someone a gambling debt? Haha … "
The burly man in black frowned: "Noisy."
Fatty Zhu's smile froze on his face, his face flushing red: "You bastard, do you know …"
Not waiting for him to finish, the middle-aged man in black waved his hand, as if he was chasing away flies: "Other than this scholar, kill all the other Zhou dogs."
The burly man's tone was extremely calm, only carrying a hint of disgust. It was as if he was really giving the order to swat flies to death.
Fatty Zhu's expression instantly changed greatly, shouting angrily: "You dare touch us? We're people of the House of the Marquis of Xuanji. If you dare touch a finger of mine, I'll annihilate your entire family! "
The burly man in black laughed bleakly: "Annihilate my entire family? My entire family, old and young, have long since died in the hands of you Zhou dogs. "
He reached out his hand and lightly stroked the scar on his face, his expression instantly becoming incomparably cold: "Marquis of Xuanji … Hmph hmph, Marquis of Xuanji, it's because we know this brat is Zhu Hongwu's son that we came. That old bastard's hands are stained with the blood of my country's people. Today we'll make him pay some interest first!"
The burly man in black lifted up the hem of his clothes, revealing a hexagonal snowflake pattern.
Lin Feng outside the hall and Zhu Yi inside the hall both had blank faces. Seeing the snowflake pattern, Fatty Zhu's face turned ashen, his arrogance completely disappeared.
"Snowflake … You're the remnants of Snowgale country, you're people of the 'Society of the Strong Gale'!" Fatty Zhu swallowed his saliva, revealing a smile uglier than crying.
Lin Feng slightly frowned, he's not clear what kind of organization the Society of the Strong Gale is and he's also never heard of it, but he's heard of Snowgale country.
Snowgale country is a small country located in the northern snowy plains, bordering the northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Over ten years ago during the period of the Zhou Dynasty's strong expansion, it was conquered and annexed by the Zhou Dynasty. At the time, the person who led the army to conquer Snowgale country was precisely the Marquis of Xuanji.
The people of the north are swift and fierce. Even though the country was subjugated, the citizens of Snowgale country have always refused to submit, all kinds of uprisings emerged one after another. It is one of the few areas that has never been able to stabilize after the Zhou Dynasty conquered the four directions.
Looking at it now, this so called Society of the Strong Gale organization is also an uprising organization formed by the remnant citizens of the already subjugated country, specifically opposing the Zhou Dynasty.
He just didn't expect that they would have the guts to enter deep into the heart of the Zhou Dynasty and move around in the important areas of the capital region, and even set their sights on the Marquis of Xuanji.
Zhu Yi clearly also understood the relationship within, opening his mouth and saying: "I'm only a bastard son that isn't valued, if you want to use me as a hostage to threaten my father, then there's no need. Because it won't work at all, my father won't make any concessions."
"Even if you kill me, my father won't feel that much pain. You guys coming to find me is completely finding the wrong target."
The black-clothed man grinned: "Of course I know that you're not favored by that old bastard, otherwise you wouldn't have fallen into our hands today."
He stared at Zhu Yi with a smile that isn't a smile: "You don't need to belittle yourself, you're still of some use to us. For example, you grew up in the old bastard's manor, you're probably very clear about the layout of the manor, the habits of everyone, the arrangement of the guards, things like this."
Zhu Yi pursed his lips, not saying a word. The sound of wind suddenly rose up beside his ears, he was startled, the black-clothed middle-aged man had already arrived in front of him at some point, the two of them were very close.
The black-clothed man's face revealed a cold smile, his long scar twisting and twitching, saying word by word: "You'll tell me." Finishing speaking he turned around and looked at fatty Zhu and the others, his gaze was like looking at a group of dead people. He waved his hand: "Do it."
Under the order, the group of cultivators of the Society of the Strong Gale all made their move, piercingly cold mana fluctuations instantly engulfed the entire temple.
These cultivators are all wanted felons in the Great Zhou dynasty, each and every one of them are desperadoes who live on the edge of a knife. They have extremely rich battle experience and have great teamwork, the efficiency of releasing spells is extremely high, not wasting a single bit of mana and using the most efficient method to kill the enemy.
Fatty Zhu and the others have never seen this kind of formation before, the group of people had no strength to fight back at all, they were taken down like wheat being cut.
Only Fatty Zhu of qi disciple level 8 has the highest level of cultivation and the fastest reaction, his fat body exploded with a speed that completely doesn't match, escaping out of the temple like flying.
The black-clothed man frowned: "Don't leave anyone alive, our whereabouts can't be leaked." The two cultivators of the Society of the Strong Gale nodded their heads, chasing out of the side hall without saying a word.
Outside the hall Lin Feng secretly groaned, the development of the situation has already far deviated from his initial predictions.
Luckily the other side didn't have any plans to immediately kill Zhu Yi, this gives him time to plan.
His thoughts quickly spun, Lin Feng had a rough plan, hurriedly chasing after fatty Zhu.
This fatty is still useful, he can't die.
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