Chapter 675
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Meng Lu sucked in a breath of cold air. Never in his wildest dreams would he have dreamed that the sacrificial altar would collapse. This was a disaster that would wipe out the entire Miaojiang.
"Let's go back quickly!" Meng Lu rushed towards the altar with his men.
At this moment, Tang Mo 'er ran over. "Let's go back quickly. We can't let Lu Jinwen take my mother away. He'll dig my mother's heart out and give it to Lin Xuanyin."
"Mo 'er." Gu Mohan walked over and held her svelte waist. "Don't worry, we have our own plans."
What did he mean?
Tang Mo 'er froze and looked at Jun Mosheng.
Jun Mosheng nodded at her. "Mo 'er, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Don't forget, there's still someone behind the oriole. So, it's still unknown whose hands Xuanji will end up in."
Tang Mo 'er instantly understood. So Jun Mosheng and Gu Mohan had a plan all along and they were playing along. The battle for Lin Xuanji had officially begun.
…
In the altar.
Lu Jinwen carried Lin Xuanji, who was dressed in a red dress, into his arms. He stretched out his long fingers, caressing the woman's ravishing face.
His cold almond-shaped eyes flashed with passion. After so many years, she was back in his arms again.
The soft body in his arms gave him a sense of … security. His heart was filled with her and he gradually curved his thin lips.
"Sir, this altar is about to collapse. It's dangerous. Sir, please leave this place with Madam Xuanji," Butler Ye urged.
Lu Jinwen lifted his head and his sharp gaze swept to the other side. There were a few tall bodyguards in black pulling out their swords.
This was the sword that Ah Man had mentioned. As long as they could pull this sword out and insert it into the mechanism at the bottom of the crystal coffin, the altar would be stabilized.
But this sword was embedded in the huge stone wall and seemed to be formed naturally. It wasn't something that could be pulled out by humans.
"Sir, the sword can't be pulled out!"
Butler Ye's expression changed and he hurriedly urged, "Sir, the sword can't be pulled out. Let's leave quickly."
The entire altar was shaking and dust was falling from it. Lu Jinwen took a black coat and covered Lin Xuanji's body so that the dust wouldn't stain her beauty.
He stretched out his long legs, but didn't leave. Instead, he carried Lin Xuanji to the stone wall. "Move aside!"
"Yes." The bodyguards in black respectfully retreated to the side.
Lu Jinwen looked at the sword. The hilt was brown and there were three ancient words engraved on it — Emperor's Sword.
This was the treasured sword used by the ancestors of Miaojiang when they opened up their territory, the Sword of the Emperor.
Lu Jinwen's thin lips curved into a dark smile. He stretched out his large hand to draw his sword.
"Sir, you can't!" Butler Ye quickly stood in front of Lu Jinwen.
Lu Jinwen furrowed his brows. Butler Ye had been with him for so many years and had never lost his sense of propriety before.
Butler Ye shook his head. "Sir, Miaojiang's witchcraft is very powerful. This sword is embedded in the stone wall and it seems to be naturally embedded there. It's very strange. Sir, please don't touch it."
Lu Jinwen pursed his thin lips. At this moment, he saw someone from the corner of his eye. That person was holding onto the Emperor's Sword.
Butler Ye turned around. It was actually … Tang Chenyi.
Tang Chenyi was wearing a black cotton coat today. His fringe covered his cold almond-shaped eyes. He held onto the Emperor's Sword with both hands and slowly pulled it out.
The stone wall seemed to have cracked open and the Emperor's Sword was pulled out.
Butler Ye gasped. The few burly men who tried to pull the Emperor's Sword out just now were unable to do so. But this 18-year-old youth had actually managed to pull it out.
The Emperor's Sword, the Emperor's Sword. Could this be … some kind of arrangement?
Tang Chenyi held onto the sword and his face was like jade. He walked over to the crystal coffin and held onto the hilt of the sword with both hands. He inserted the hilt of the sword into the mechanism.
The altar that was shaking suddenly stabilized with a boom.
Pfft.
Tang Chenyi spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Chenyi, are you alright?" Su Yan quickly ran forward.
Tang Chenyi felt a metallic taste in his throat, but his handsome face remained expressionless. He wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head lightly.
Su Yan helped Tang Chenyi up.
Lu Jinwen glanced at Tang Chenyi and said impassively, "Let's go."
…
Below the altar.
Meng Lu rushed over with his men. Before they could go up, there was a loud bang. The altar in the mountain was stabilized.
His men cheered. "That's great, the altar is stabilized. The danger is over!"
Meng Lu's expression changed. Someone had touched the Emperor's Sword!
This Emperor's Sword had been embedded in the stone wall for hundreds of years and no one had been able to move it. It was said that only those who had the Emperor's Life could pull this sword out.
This person had finally appeared!
However, this Emperor's Sword was cursed by the ancestors of Miaojiang.
The person who pulled out the Emperor's Sword would be heartless and would die alone.
…
Lu Jinwen carried Lin Xuanji down the mountain and walked to the Passion River.
There were a few luxury cars parked there. They were prepared to bring Lin Xuanji back to the Capital.
But Lu Jinwen gradually stopped in his tracks. He saw a group of people opposite him. Jun Mosheng, Gu Mohan and Tang Mo 'er had arrived.
Lu Jinwen's deep and narrow eyes flashed with malice. No one knew this route. Why would Jun Mosheng and Gu Mohan be waiting for him here?
"Uncle Jin, don't think too much. I've placed a tracking device on Tang Chenyi." Gu Mohan laughed.
Lu Jinwen gradually curved his thin lips. "Gu Mohan, it seems like you've already guessed Tang Chenyi's identity."
Gu Mohan raised his good-looking brows and his deep and narrow eyes landed on Tang Chenyi. "Uncle Jin, Lin Xuanji's son, how could you possibly throw him away? How could you possibly let him die? Uncle Jin, you wouldn't dare to do that."
You don't dare to.
The word 'don't dare' made Lu Jinwen feel even colder. He sneered coldly. "Why wouldn't I dare?
Because you know that once this son dies, it's impossible for you and Lin Xuanji to be together. Uncle Jin, just admit it. You've already become obsessed with Lin Xuanji. "
Lu Jinwen lowered his handsome face and glanced at the woman in his arms. He didn't say a word.
"Lu Jinwen, since ancient times, the most heartless royal family has ever been. The Passion River is right beside your feet. Do you dare to try the Passion River? Let's see if you can survive this tribulation of love," Jun Mosheng said.
Lu Jinwen looked at the Passion River and narrowed his almond-shaped eyes. "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Step back, otherwise …"
Butler Ye pressed a gun against the back of Tang Chenyi's waist.
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