After Gao Fang entered, there was not the slightest movement from inside.
The tall and skinny middle-aged scholar was the first to feel relieved. "It looks like it didn't take much effort. The cultivation of that group of people was lower than expected. They were all knocked out by the medicine."
However, the tall and skinny scholar was soon puzzled. "But if his cultivation wasn't high, how could he have killed the mixed-blood snake in one strike?"
He patiently gazed at the house that Yan Zhaoge and the others were residing in.
But as time passed, there was still no movement from inside. Gao Fang and the other Eagle Feather Sect martial artists did not come out either.
The tall and thin scholar vaguely felt that something was wrong.
There were no fluctuations of bloodline power. Not to mention the foreigners, even Gao Fang and the others didn't seem to have made a move.
Although semi-demon martial artists were hated by everyone, when faced with the threat of death, there would always be people who would choose to half-awaken their bloodline and become semi-demon martial artists in order to obtain the power to turn defeat into victory or to survive when facing the threat of death.
Based on the middle-aged scholar's understanding of Gao Fang, this old man's persistence in this aspect was not as stubborn as he usually appeared.
However, let alone Yan Zhaoge and the others, the middle-aged scholar had not felt any signs of Gao Fang awakening his bloodline and transforming into a semi-demonised martial practitioner.
"Could it be that the other party is too powerful and killed Gao Fang in an instant, preventing him from even awakening his bloodline?" The middle-aged scholar was startled by his own thoughts. "I don't think so. Gao Fang is a well-known figure in Kanghe City. Otherwise, how could he have a place in front of His Highness the Crown Prince?"
"To be able to capture and kill him in an instant, how strong must the other party be?"
"Could it be that they didn't even make a move?" The middle-aged scholar's eyes narrowed into slits. "Did the other party take out something valuable that moved Gao Fang, causing the two sides to reconcile and conspire?"
He became alert. If it was said that it was too crowded in front of His Highness the Crown Prince, then he and the Eagle Feather Sect were both people who occupied space.
If he got rid of him, he would be able to make room …
Thinking of this, the middle-aged scholar became even more vigilant.
Regardless of the possibility, he had already made up his mind not to enter the door.
However, knowing oneself and knowing the enemy, he had to know the truth of the matter. Only then could he plan his next move.
"It might be difficult for others, but not for me. The bloodline power I cultivate is the Shadow Snake." The middle-aged scholar sneered. His body did not move, but the power of his bloodline was activated. Runes of light lit up beneath his clothes.
The formless Shadow Force turned into a line and probed the residence in front of him. It was silent and untraceable.
The middle-aged scholar's pupils turned dark yellow, transforming into the vertical pupils of a snake.
The scene in front of him became dim and blurry, as if he had gone blind.
But in the next moment, scenes appeared one after another, as if they were burning, and then gradually became clear.
As the power of darkness continued to seep forward, a distant voice rang out in the scholar's ears.
The Shadow Power continued forward, entered the house, and arrived at the main hall.
Then, the middle-aged scholar saw a scene that left him dumbfounded.
Within the great hall, Yan Zhaoge sat leisurely, unmoving. Feng Yunsheng, Xu Fei and Ying Longtu were also seated.
Ah Hu stood up and stood in the middle of the hall, carrying a person in his hand like an eagle catching a chick.
That person was the Eagle Feather Sect's Sect Master Gao Fang, who was usually old and shrewd like a hawk. However, at this moment, he had turned from a hawk to a chicken in someone's hand.
Around Ah Hu, a group of Eagle Feather Sect martial practitioners lay strewn about.
"This …" While it was not the two sides plotting against him, the scene before him was instead even more shocking. The middle-aged scholar could only feel a chill surging up from the soles of his feet, shooting straight to the top of his head.
Then, he saw Yan Zhaoge looking over at him!
The middle-aged scholar unconsciously wanted to stop his probing power of darkness, but before he could do so, he saw Yan Zhaoge's figure flicker, stomping over.
Then, the middle-aged scholar discovered that he was unable to retract his probing bloodline power, even feeling as if his entire person had been stomped on by Yan Zhaoge as a result, unable to move.
"Who exactly are they?" The middle-aged scholar was shocked.
Yan Zhaoge's current expression was also rather strange as he lowered his head to look at the shadow beneath his feet that resembled a living being, before swivelling his head to look at the dispirited and listless Gao Fang in Ah Hu's grasp.
"Why does it feel like something is wrong?" Yan Zhaoge muttered.
Feng Yunsheng looked at the shadow beneath Yan Zhaoge's feet, "It shouldn't be a demonic beast like the Dark Shadow Snake, but a demonic bloodline cultivator who has refined the Dark Shadow Snake's bloodline?"
Yan Zhaoge smiled, "Won't you know after you take a look?"
Saying thus, he made a grabbing motion within the air, instantly grabbing that shadow within his hand. As his true essence surged, this illusory shadow seemed to turn tangible.
Then, like tugging on a rope, Yan Zhaoge tugged on this shadow.
Outside the mansion, the middle-aged scholar was immediately dragged into the mansion involuntarily.
He wanted to struggle, yet felt as light as a strand of straw, completely unable to resist the immense force emanating from within.
He wanted to completely sever the connection between his body and the released power of darkness, yet was similarly unsuccessful.
At this moment, he didn't even have the time to awaken his bloodline and become a semi-demonised martial practitioner before he was dragged away.
The other Eagle Feather Sect martial practitioners who were standing guard outside the manor watched in shock as the middle-aged scholar resembled a fish that had bitten the hook as it was pulled up by someone, being dragged into the manor.
While he had always been a loner, this middle-aged scholar had always been on equal footing with their Chief, his reputation in this Kanghe City ah.
Now, however, he was being dragged away like a dead fish. How could this not cause all the Eagle Feather Sect martial practitioners here to stare wide-eyed and tongue-tied?
They saw this middle-aged scholar being dragged along the ground, smashing through the walls of the manor before vanishing amidst the smoke and dust.
Dragged to the ground, the middle-aged scholar felt his body being dragged across the lawn of the garden, along the long corridor of steps before his head knocked against the doorsill of the great hall within the manor, breaking it apart as he was dragged straight into the great hall.
Stroking his lower chin, Yan Zhaoge looked first at this middle-aged scholar and then at Gao Fang before slowly asking, "The two of you, in this Furan Kingdom's Kanghe City, what exactly are your martial practitioners at?"
The middle-aged scholar's face was ashen as he felt that even if he awakened his bloodline and became a semi-demonised martial practitioner, or even completely awakened into a demonic beast, he would still be powerless to stand against Yan Zhaoge.
He could only make a final struggle, "Chief Gao and I are both retainers of the Crown Prince. While you are powerful, wanting to rampage in Kanghe City would only be courting your own destruction!"
Hearing his words, Yan Zhaoge could not help but laugh, "You came to plot against me, and I stretched out my neck to be slaughtered, wouldn't I die?"
The middle-aged scholar hurriedly said, "We do not have any intention of killing you. To tell you the truth, we just fancy your Pixiu, wanting to wrest it away and offer it to the Crown Prince. In saving the Eagle Feather Sect martial practitioners, you are also merely seeking a chance to come into contact with the Crown Prince. Offering up the Pixiu is precisely the best way to advance. "
"You are powerful. We will naturally make amends later, even introducing you to the Crown Prince."
Looking at him, Yan Zhaoge asked, "The two of you can speak before the Furan Crown Prince?"
Thinking that Yan Zhaoge was moved, the middle-aged scholar immediately said, "Before the Crown Prince, Chief Gao and I are ranked among the Six Ministers most trusted."
He paused for a moment before saying, "Still, with your strength, even the King would probably view you as an esteemed guest. Of course, the Crown Prince is a Heaven's favoured son who has hopes of entering the Blood Cloud Clan …"
Yan Zhaoge waved his hands, interrupting him, "No need to go through so much trouble."
The middle-aged scholar was taken aback. Returning to his seat neither hurriedly nor slowly, Yan Zhaoge suddenly broke into a smile, "Since the Furan Crown Prince values you so much, with me keeping you here, he should take the initiative to ask about this matter, right? I'll wait for him here. "(To be continued.)
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