Royal mausoleum!
The name might sound very aggressive, but to China, which had thousands of years of history and culture, there were plenty of mausoleums of emperors from various dynasties in China. Yan Dynasty could only be considered as a small splash in the mausoleum. Besides, in this sort of society, the Murong Clan's royal mausoleum was bound to be unable to see the light of day, and it would not be accepted and acknowledged by the current imperial court.
Yan Dynasty's royal mausoleum.
It was a place that they had to hide in the dark, and the Murong Clan could not even pay their respects in public!
…
"This place has a pretty good environment."
After two days of traveling, Happy and his party arrived at Yan Dynasty's royal mausoleum ahead of schedule. They saw that the bamboo forest was lush, and the environment was quiet. It was very good, and Little North could not help but praise it.
Thunderous Battle also looked around while he sat on his horse. While he admired the scenery of the bamboo forest, he also enjoyed the cool breeze that blew against his face. He commented, "This is such a big place, and they actually used it to build a mausoleum? What a waste of resources."
Happy did not answer.
From the moment he entered the bamboo forest, he noticed that the atmosphere around him was a little strange. As the air flowed around him, he could clearly sense that there were plenty of eyes on his party in the dark.
But …
He did not immediately expose them.
It was not the first time he came to Yan Dynasty's royal mausoleum. He knew everything there better than anyone else.
The Hoof Shadow moved forward slowly, and its downcast eyes would occasionally sweep through the shadowy areas in the rather lush bamboo forest nearby. Then, it would snort in disdain. It did not slow down and continued moving forward leisurely.
Whoosh … Whoosh …
The sound of robes fluttering and the sound of them stepping on bamboo leaves reached their ears in a barely audible manner.
Little North and Thunderous Battle finally noticed it. Their bodies tensed up, and they warily looked in the direction of the sound. From the corner of their eyes, they were just in time to see a vague black shadow disappear behind a cluster of bamboo not too far away.
The same sound rose again.
The two of them turned their heads around repeatedly, and similar black shadows appeared in a few different directions. They moved incredibly quickly, and they could even see the cold glare unique to cold weapons.
"Looks like we're surrounded, haha!"
He calmly drew his sword from his back and held it in a reverse grip. He swept his gaze over the bamboo forest around him, and the fighting spirit in his eyes surged. He was a little impatient.
Over the past two days, he had been on the road for two days, and he did not stop for even a moment. In his words, his muscles and bones were about to become rusty. If he did not find a place to exercise, he would not even know what the starting stance for Infinite Sword Technique was like.
Meanwhile.
The two zombie puppets landed on the ground behind Little North. Right then, their presences had become even more substantial, and the strength of their bodies had also increased. When they landed on the ground, they did not make a sound. There was a hood over their heads that covered their detestable faces, and they looked like two silent messengers of death who stood by Little North's side quietly.
Ever since he was controlled by Lu Mingyue and nearly kissed a zombie, Little North had begun putting this thing on his puppets. It was probably because he had truly been disgusted by it.
A few seconds later...
The mysterious black shadows that lingered in the depths of the bamboo forest finally revealed their true colors.
Amidst a series of strange and hurried shouts, more than a dozen black shadows flashed out from behind the bamboo forest in all directions. Each of them was holding a Tsurugi with both hands, fully dressed in black ninja attire with a black mask on their heads. They took small but steady steps and approached the trio at an astonishing speed.
"Damn it!"
"Ninjas?!"
Little North and Thunderous Battle's expressions changed slightly. As they cried out in surprise, Little North resolutely put away his Hoof Shadow and activated his body fortification technique as well as his qi realm. He spread his wings and went up to the ninjas in front of him.
Two zombie puppets lifted their heads, and with a foul stench, they charged at the ninjas without turning back.
"F * cking Japanese."
Little North spat in contempt and shot out from behind the zombie puppets. With a black and shiny Phantom Claw, he struck a ninja's back. It tore apart the ninja's black ninja uniform and left a few black, bloody gashes on his body.
Thunderous Battle's situation was even more explosive!
He activated his body fortification technique and withstood eight ninjas' sword techniques head on, but he was not injured in the slightest. He did not even take half a step back. When he executed Infinite Sword Technique, the six ninjas in front of him looked as if they had been struck by lightning. They staggered backwards, revealing terrifying wounds on their chests. Thunderous Battle had also learned Wind Spirit Spin.
The two people and two corpses attracted the attention of all the ninjas who surrounded them. Happy did not feel any pressure at all.
He continued sitting on his Hoof Shadow and looked down at the two groups of people fighting in front and behind him. Not a single change in expression could be detected on his face.
Yan Dynasty's royal mausoleum might only be the mausoleum of a normal emperor in history, but to the poor and backward Japanese, the wealth, culture, and weapons inside were all treasures. Once they successfully opened the mausoleum and smuggled them back to the island, the significance of it would be incredibly great!
The Murong Clan had coincidentally discovered that a large group of foreign people armed to the teeth had snuck into the place, and they had even entered the royal mausoleum.
Because of it, the Murong Clan was enraged!
If it were not for the fact that the imperial court had been keeping a close eye on the Murong Clan and had recently used the name of the eight aristocratic families to suppress the Murong Clan, the Murong Clan could have just sent a single elite to completely get rid of these reckless ants.
However …
For the sake of the Murong Clan's foundation.
They could not easily dispatch their elites, and they could not let the imperial court discover the hidden royal mausoleum of the Yan Dynasty's emperor. If it was discovered by Six Doors or Eastern and Western Depot, the Murong Clan might face the misfortune of having their entire clan killed.
Because of that …
The Murong Clan remembered the eldest disciple of the Murong Clan, Happy!
Recently, Happy had become famous in the world of martial artists, but it was not enough for him to enter the sights of the elites in the imperial court, the Embroidered Uniform Guards, and other organizations. Hence, the Murong Clan Lady had ordered Happy to immediately rush to the royal mausoleum and kill all the Japanese who had been eyeing the wealth in the Murong Clan's royal mausoleum!
In his previous life.
Happy had never received such an order before, so it was only natural that he did not know that this was the main quest of the Murong Clan. In the past, he had always followed Shaolin Temple's team to surround and kill the Japanese. It was only then that he learned that there was such an inside story.
He thought about it for a while.
Happy suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the quest.
It seemed like he was the only one in the Murong Clan who had received the quest.
If that was the case, it should be considered a secret quest of the Murong Clan!
If that was the case, it would explain why no one had announced the details of Yan Dynasty's royal mausoleum in his previous life.
When he thought of this, Happy felt comforted.
Aside from getting the rewards from the royal mausoleum, it seemed like he would have to return to the Murong Clan once he finished the quest.
When he thought of this, Happy's gaze landed on the ninjas fighting in the two groups.
Within a short period of time, nearly half of the sixteen ninjas had died. These people were just in Blessed Realm, and they were the weakest among the group of ninjas. They were just lackeys who had been sent to keep watch outside.
The royal mausoleum was the true battlefield!
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