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Chapter 381 The situation is tense!
Young Master Liu Yue narrowed his peach blossom eyes, giving Wei Changxuan a meaningful look:
I hope so. But... he suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice,
That jade slip containing clues to the Immortal's Book... but... his voice suddenly turned cold, something the Northern Li royal family was determined to obtain.
What arrogance! Yueyao's cold laugh was like shattered jade thrown into ice.
The silver bell on her wrist suddenly rang, and a chilling spiritual energy emanated from her body.
Does Young Master Liu Yue represent the Red Sleeve Pavilion or the Northern Li royal family?
The Treasure Pavilion has always been a place where the highest bidder wins; when did it become the royal family's private treasury?
The twelve white-clad attendants behind her stepped forward simultaneously, their bodies condensing into frost flowers that shimmered with a ghostly blue light under the moonlight.
Young Master Liu Yue straightened up, reverting to his former debonair self.
But as she turned, she cast one last glance at Wei Changxuan, her gaze like a poisoned silver needle:
Young Master Wei, once you step onto a certain path, there's no turning back.
Having said that, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaped onto the roof, and disappeared into the moonlight.
Only a faint lingering sound of the flute remained, echoing through the quiet street.
A fleeting hint of apprehension flashed in Liu Yue Gongzi's peach blossom eyes as he gazed at the cool, ethereal aura surrounding Yue Yao.
He suddenly chuckled softly, but there was a hint of chilling coldness in the laughter:
Miss Yueyao, the Heavenly Realm has always been detached from worldly affairs, is it really going to wade into this muddy water now?
His fingertips unconsciously caressed the jade flute at his waist, the runes secretly engraved on the flute glowing faintly.
It formed a subtle confrontation with the silver-blue spiritual patterns flowing around Yueyao's body.
The only purpose of the outer heavens is to survive.
Yueyao raised her hand to gently brush away the stray hairs at her temples, the nine-linked silver bracelets on her wrist clinking softly.
If the immortal book falls into the hands of a wicked person, it will surely bring about a great calamity to the world. As for its final fate...
Her gaze swept over the corpses of the Dark River assassins scattered on the ground; it was clear that only the strong could claim such a place.
Before the words were finished, twelve white-clad attendants simultaneously took half a step forward.
The chill emanating from them suddenly intensified, condensing into spiderweb-like ice patterns on the bluestone slab.
The air instantly dropped to freezing point, and even the flames of the street lanterns began to tremble.
Wei Changxuan stepped forward at the opportune moment, his black robes emanating a gentle fluctuation of spiritual energy.
The tense atmosphere between the two was skillfully resolved:
The moon is already high in the sky. If you two have any disagreements, why not discuss them another day?
The book in his sleeve was slightly warm, as if reminding him of the hidden crisis behind this standoff.
Young Master Liu Yue withdrew his gaze, bowed deeply to Wei Changxuan, and his wide sleeves fluttered, shimmering with gold patterns.
I apologize for any offense tonight. I will prepare a small feast at Hongxiu Pavilion another day and hope that Young Master Wei will grace us with his presence.
After speaking, he lightly touched the eaves with his toes, and his moon-white figure swept across the night sky like a startled swan, leaving only a faint lingering sound of a flute.
Yueyao gazed in the direction where Liu Yue had disappeared, then suddenly turned to look at Wei Changxuan.
The cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye was particularly noticeable in the moonlight:
Liu Yue, son of Wei Gong 767, appears to be a charming woman, but in reality, she is calculating and scheming at every turn.
His ranking as the third among the Eight Princes of Beili was not solely due to the Moonflower Heart Sutra.
She paused, then gently waved her hand, and the sedan curtain lifted automatically.
Three days later at the Treasure Pavilion, I hope Young Master Wei will be prepared.
With the clear sound of silver bells, the eight-bearer sedan chair disappeared like flowing clouds at the end of the long street.
Only after the last bell rang did Lei Mengsha finally let out a long sigh of relief; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
My God! With Liu Yue personally taking charge, this matter of the Immortal Book is likely to cause a huge uproar!
He gripped the longsword at his waist, the copper bell on the tassel still swaying slightly.
Chapter 382 The Mysterious Visitor!
Wei Changxuan gazed in the direction Liu Yue had left, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss:
Brother Lei, do you know where he ranks among the Eight Princes of Beili?
Third! Lei Mengsha lowered his voice, his expression solemn.
Don't let his scholarly airs fool you; he's actually mastered the Moonlight Heart Sutra to the seventh level.
The sound of the flute can transform into a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.
Even more terrifying is his self-created "Moonset and Crow's Cry"...
He instinctively shuddered. Three years ago, the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang had fallen victim to this very trick and remained unconscious to this day.
He only used 30% of his strength at most just now.
Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji scoffed, and a ghostly blue flame ignited at her fingertips:
Is that all you've got? I can do it with a flick of my wrist.
"Young lady, you may not know this," Lei Mengsha interrupted with a wry smile.
What makes Liu Yue so terrifying is that he can never be fully understood.
He looked at Wei Changxuan, his eyes filled with worry.
The Northern Li royal family sent him here, clearly determined to obtain the jade slip.
Mu Nanzhi gently pressed down on Wei Changxuan's sleeve, the hem of her plain skirt sweeping across the ice patterns on the ground:
Young Master, with the Eight Young Masters of Beili mobilized, and the jade slip from Tianwaitian likely involving an even greater secret.
Wei Changxuan pondered for a moment, and the burning sensation of the book in his sleeve gradually subsided.
He looked up at the bright moon, its light casting a silvery glow on his profile.
Let's go back to our lodgings first. Tonight's events are suspicious in too many ways.
Having said that, he turned and walked towards the inn, the crowd behind him spreading out warily.
In the darkness of night, an even greater storm is brewing.
As dusk settled, it bathed the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in ink.
The group hurriedly returned to the private room, and the heavy, carved wooden door slammed shut behind them.
Wei Changxuan cautiously looked around, lightly touching the window frame with his fingertips to confirm that there was nothing unusual.
Only then did he carefully take out the mysterious book of the earth from his bosom.
As the candlelight flickered, a faint golden light appeared on the originally dim pages.
The light, like a sleeping star awakening, flowed slowly between the ancient pages.
It was brighter and more mysterious than before.
Mu Nanzhi couldn't help but gasp softly, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise: "Young Master, this..."
Wei Changxuan's expression was solemn and frosty. His slender fingers gently traced the pages of the book as he pondered:
That jade slip was no ordinary object; it must have been inextricably linked to the Earth Book.
We must get it, no matter the cost.
Just then, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out:
"Young master, there was another person on the roof just now." The speaker was Jing Ni, dressed in black as ink, with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
The air in the private room seemed to freeze instantly upon hearing this. Wei Changxuan frowned slightly, his gaze sharp as lightning: Are you sure?
Jing Ni nodded slightly, her tone resolute:
That person concealed their aura extremely well; if I hadn't practiced special techniques since childhood, I would have had difficulty detecting them.
From the moment we entered this place, he lurked in the shadows until Miss Liu Yue appeared, at which point he quietly left.
Before she finished speaking, a wisp of flame suddenly shot out from Yan Lingji's fingertip.
The flames were initially a fiery red, but in an instant they turned into an eerie, ghostly blue, dancing gently in her palm.
Danger is approaching (King Zhao)...
Yan Lingji's expression was cold and her voice was deep and hoarse. "My fire warning has never failed me."
In the deathly silence, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly came from outside the window.
Jing Ni reacted extremely quickly, her figure flashing like a ghost, a cold light flashing, and her longsword was already drawn.
With a crisp clang, a dark arrow gleaming with an eerie green light was precisely deflected.
It fell to the ground, the fletching of the arrow still trembling slightly.
Chapter 383 Assassination!
Lei Mengsha's face turned deathly pale instantly, her voice tinged with terror:
It's the Tang Clan's Soul-Chasing Arrow! This type of arrow is coated with a deadly poison.
It's deadly; once you're hit, even a miracle won't save you!
His gaze swept over the hidden arrows on the ground, he gripped the long sword at his waist, his muscles tensed, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Wei Changxuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and his aura suddenly became sharp.
With a low shout, he shot out of the window like an arrow.
The night was as dark as ink, and the cool moonlight shone on the green tiles.
Several dark figures, exuding a chilling aura, sped off toward the west of the city.
Just as he was about to gather his strength and give chase, Wei Changxuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.