Lu Zhou was not talking to Li Yunzhao. He was talking to himself.
Open Heavenly Book Remnant Piece (Middle)
That meant there was another one out there.
Strange …
Back then, Old Villain Ji only gave him one? He should be in the palace as well.
Where would the last one be?
It was a pity that he couldn't bring the ancient sheepskin map with him. Otherwise, he could see if there were any other hints.
However, it was useless to think about this now. He would know when he went back.
"It has nothing to do with you," Lu Zhou said.
Li Yunzhao was stunned.
Not daring to raise any questions, he respectfully retreated to the side.
Lu Zhou put the remnant of the Open Heavenly Writing Scroll away. This item was related to his next power. It was a guarantee for him to improve his strength. He had to treat it carefully.
Li Yunzhao asked, "Then … what about our agreement with the old mister?"
He began to feel nervous.
It wouldn't be strange at all if the old devil went back on his word.
Lu Zhou glanced at him and said, "I've always kept my promises. You did a good job … "
Li Yunzhao sighed inwardly in relief. He cupped his fists at Lu Zhou.
"I have one more request."
"Speak."
"When I left the palace, I had already informed the Empress Dowager to send the Tomes of Arcane back … The Empress Dowager had asked me many times, but I really did not have a sufficient reason to take the Tomes of Arcane away. Helpless, he used Princess Zhao Yue as an excuse. The Empress Dowager … would like to meet Zhao Yue, "Li Yunzhao said.
Lu Zhou turned to look at him.
Li Yunzhao hastily explained, "Only the Empress Dowager and I know about this … Within the palace walls, I swear with my head that I'll keep my mouth shut."
Indeed, Lu Zhou had the right to reject Li Yunzhao on her behalf.
But when his gaze swept across Zhao Yue's face, he felt a chill run down his spine.
She seemed to be thinking about something.
After muttering to himself for a moment, Lu Zhou said, "Zhao Yue."
"Your disciple is here."
"It's your own business, you decide for yourself …"
Zhao Yue's heart skipped a beat.
From the moment they entered the sect, there were not many things that the disciples could decide on their own.
She didn't expect … that her master would let her decide on her own for such a big matter. This surprised her.
However, Zhao Yue did not make a decision immediately. Instead, she thought for a moment before replying, "Master, I want to go and take a look."
"Let's go then."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yue stepped forward and kowtowed respectfully at Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou glanced at her and saw her loyalty was rising rapidly. He waved his hand.
Li Yunzhao said, "I'll protect her with my life."
"Your disciple will take his leave."
Li Yunzhao made an inviting gesture, and Zhao Yue walked out.
Until the two of them disappeared.
Qin Jun then said, "I didn't think that Princess Yun Zhao's orphan would actually become Old Sir's disciple … the heavens make fools of people."
"I don't care whose orphan she is," Lu Zhou said.
"Old Mister is right."
Just when Lu Zhou was about to return to his room to meditate on the Heavenly Writing …
A servant ran in from outside and said, "Your Highness, a letter for you."
The Prince of Qi, Qin Jun, frowned and asked, "A letter from this prince?"
The Divine Capital was huge. If it was a letter from a colleague, it would not be delivered this way.
Qin Jun opened the letter and read it. Realization dawned on him. He quickly bowed and said, "Sir, it's for you."
"I'll do it!" Little Yuan 'er leaped forward.
She opened the letter and read:
"Old senior … I'm in the Mausoleum of Swords. There might be something you're looking for here. Your disciple is really difficult to deal with. Ha, ha, ha … "
With this thought.
Little Yuan 'er knew who it was.
Lu Zhou frowned slightly when he heard this.
"Mausoleum of Swords?"
Qin Jun cupped his fists and said, "The Mausoleum of Swords is very close to the Imperial Mausoleum … It's said that it's a place of extreme Yang, and there are many good swords buried there. The mausoleum faces Yin, and the Yin and Yang are in harmony with the extreme Yang, nourishing the good swords. Hence, every ten years or so, there will be cultivators heading to the Mausoleum of Swords to try their luck. "
With such an explanation.
That made sense.
In the end, Jiang Aijian had gone to look for a good sword.
It was no wonder …
How could Jiang Aijian miss out on such a good thing?
He loved the sword to the bone and regarded it as his life.
Lu Zhou remained silent. He stood up with his hands on his back and left the great hall.
"Farewell, Master."
"Farewell, Old Mister."
He returned to his room …
Lu Zhou took out the remnant Open Heavenly Writing scroll from the brocade box again.
Just as he touched it …
The Open Heavenly Writing transformed into specks of starlight that drifted toward Lu Zhou.
In just a blink of an eye, the remnant Open Heavenly Writing scroll vanished.
Lu Zhou gauged the power of the Heavenly Writing scroll.
He did not sense any new power.
"Looks like I'll have to find the remaining remnant Open Heavenly Writing scroll." Lu Zhou sat down with his legs crossed.
He no longer pondered this matter. Instead, he entered his meditative state.
…
Night fell.
The Divine Capital was silent.
A green-robed figure hovered near the Prince of Qi Mansion with a sword in his arms.
He saw a carriage speeding toward the Imperial city on the streets of the Divine Capital.
Li Yunzhao stood before the carriage and drove it forward.
Yu Shangrong smiled faintly and said, "… Congratulations, Junior Sister."
Then, he shook his head lightly.
He looked at the northwestern direction of Great Yan.
He looked at the new moon in the sky and muttered to himself, "You're much happier than I am."
At this moment …
A terrifying sword qi erupted from Yu Shangrong's body, stirring up the energy winds in the surroundings. It shot into the distance.
Thousands of sword shadows appeared in the skies. They surged forward like a tidal wave, toppling mountains and overturning seas.
"The Sword Devil's destiny."
The black energy swords seemed to have eyes as they flew toward the black-clad cultivators who were lying in ambush nearby.
Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh!
"Ah … Sword … Sword Devil."
"It's Yu Shangrong!"
"It's too late!"
The rain of swords fell from the sky and pierced their chests.
Corpses fell from the rooftops one after another.
They could not resist.
When the rain of swords stopped …
The corpses of the black-clad cultivators fell to the ground.
Zing!
The Longevity Sword returned to its scabbard.
Yu Shangrong acted as though nothing had happened. He hovered in midair. He did not even look at the corpses.
He turned around and looked in the direction of the Prince of Qi Mansion.
He sighed and said in a slightly resentful tone, "Master, oh master … The Prince of Qi is Eldest Senior Brother's man. Why are you always running around?"
He retracted his aura.
He looked down at the Prince of Qi Mansion.
If one did not look closely, it would be difficult to see a peerless elite hovering above the Prince of Qi Mansion.
He hovered in the air like a god.
He did not leave immediately.
Instead, he crossed his arms and looked in the direction of the Prince of Qi Mansion.
"Hm?"
Yu Shangrong's attention was attracted by a faint blue light.
The blue light resembled fireflies in the night sky. It also resembled moonlight shining on the surface of water.
It was a very special feeling.
Even with his experience as a Sword Devil, he could not recognize it at all.
His curiosity made him fly over.
He hovered above the rooftops.
The spots of blue star-like light were densely packed, like green smoke rising in spirals.
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