Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 228: Li Guangling of Da Yan, the Tragic Encounter of Murong Yi and Yan Chizong

Zhang Guangpu couldn't help but shudder, his pupils contracting as he slowly backed away.

He saw that Miao Xiaoliu had already shot like a released arrow, carrying a ghostly shadow, heading straight for the right side window of the carriage. The ground along the way cracked, and the ghostly shadow suddenly dissipated, turning into gusts of eerie wind and ghostly heads, enveloping an area of five zhang in darkness, with scattered drizzling rain.

The scene was extremely terrifying.

It was unexpectedly a very rare Half-step Grand Great Master realm Ghost Practitioner.

The guards of the Jiang family around the carriage immediately noticed and sent out twenty people to control the densely packed "life-bound elite soldiers" to intercept.

At this moment, the man who was originally sitting at the noodle stall eating beef suddenly rose up, like a wandering cloud and wild crane, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Then, he flashed above the carriage, a dazzling aura emanating from his body, as he slapped towards the carriage.

The palm wind was like a steel blade, creating a ten zhang long illusion.

He was also a Half-step Grand Great Master expert, cultivating the martial arts of emptiness and the martial arts of soldiers.

The remaining guards of the Jiang family all jumped up at the same time, leaping into the air, and the "life-bound elite soldiers" roared and killed.

This scene happened too suddenly.

Not only were the onlookers shocked, but Ling Yi, who had originally pleaded for forgiveness for her son's unjust suffering, was also stunned.

"It's starting!"

In the left attic, Feng Shuning drank a cup of tea.

"It's starting!"

In the right elegant room, Ji Ligu put her legs back from the two singing girls. Clearly, she was "bored", but now she was a bit more interested.

The two assassins were extremely ruthless, and although the guards of the Jiang family reacted in time, they were still a step too slow.

"Boom!"

The carriage instantly shattered into pieces, the horses were injured and fell to the ground.

However, the guards of the Jiang family fell back to the ground and surrounded the surroundings, not showing much concern.

Miao Xiaoliu and the middle-aged man also landed on the ground, their momentum somewhat weakened, their faces filled with confusion.

The onlookers from all sides, including the attics on the left and right, fell into silence for a moment.

There was not a single person in the carriage, only a yellow-haired mongrel squatting on the carriage's base frame, with a tuft of red hair on its head, looking hideous. Its body even had an indescribable layer of thorns.

A dog with thorns was quite rare, but at this moment, it was completely unharmed, still squatting calmly, only baring its teeth at Miao Xiaoliu and the others, with a face that said "I'm angry."

For a moment, even the air seemed to turn cold.

This was simply a great irony!

Two Half-step Grand Great Master experts assassinating a dog?

In the distance, Xin Zhuo, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, and Bai Jianxi several people all opened their mouths wide, squinting their eyes and scratching the corners of their mouths. This strange posture, unique to the Fulong Mountain, only appeared on their faces when they were tricking people.

"The eighth master is still fierce, even growing thorns. What did the boss feed it?" Han Jiulang's face was full of envy.

However, Xin Zhuo ignored him and just pinched the pointed ears of the bear's paw. "Capture them!"

"Yes!"

The slender and erect body of the bear's paw suddenly tightened, its figure flashed, and it arrived three zhang away. A blue Monster Qi rose into the sky, unexpectedly reaching the Half-step Grand Great Master realm.

This was the result of Xin Zhuo's deliberate cultivation and nourishment with countless Heavenly and Mortal Treasures in the mansion. Moreover, she had also learned a large part of the mansion's advanced martial arts. Although she had only integrated a small portion of it at the moment, her strength was already not inferior to the Cicada Clothes back then. She could even unleash half a move.

"Ying Formation!"

With the bear's paw's command, thirty-three people who had been cultivated and promoted by Xin Zhuo, forming a mysterious formation, immediately surrounded Miao Xiaoliu and the middle-aged man.

Xin Zhuo felt bored, thinking it was too childish. She led Cui Ying'er and a few others to bypass the crowd and walked forward in boredom. Little Huang slipped over from somewhere, looking like it wanted to take credit, and followed along.

The bandits of the Fulong Mountain are immune to ambushes.

However, when Xin Zhuo suddenly felt something outside the crowd, he took the twenty-stone bow carried by Huang Dagui on his back. This was the bow he had been practicing with recently. Once you try something, it's easy to get addicted to it and want to take it everywhere. He casually drew out two red arrows, and with the bow like a full moon, he shot them out, whistling through the air and heading straight for two pavilions.

Although he didn't watch any further, he continued forward.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two ear-piercing sounds rang out simultaneously, and the two pavilions had already collapsed halfway.

The power of a single arrow attracted attention!

"He's quite hot-tempered!"

Feng Sihu's family sat still, still savoring their tea.

In the elegant room opposite, Ji Cunxiao finally managed to pull up a panicked singing girl who had fallen down. Turning around, he said, "This guy is too reckless!"

Ji Ligou's pupils slightly contracted, but he said, "Boring!"

"Is your 'boring' just now the same as before?"

...

The Thirteen City Garrison is equivalent to the local government office in the capital city, responsible for capturing thieves, suppressing bandits, maintaining order, and fighting fires, as well as maintaining the sewer system, and so on.

Naturally, there are thirteen city garrisons, each responsible for a different district. However, Xin Zhuo's two "friends" are in the West City Garrison.

Handing over their name cards, the officials quickly ran out in a panic, explaining, "We didn't know those two were under the prince's command. They were mistaken for bandits and captured for petty theft. They are still being detained, but it's no problem. The prince can rest assured!"

Turning around, he shouted, "Release them! Release them!"

After a while, two figures in tattered clothes slowly walked out. They seemed to be not accustomed to the bright light, squinting their eyes for a while before finally seeing Xin Zhuo. They quickly took a few steps forward, looking slightly nervous.

"Brother Xin!"

"Master!"

"Who are you guys?"

Xin Zhuo was greatly surprised. Although these two had accents, expressions, and body movements similar to Murong Yi and Yan Chizong, one was thin like a monkey and the other was fat like a ball, even fatter than Lifu Master back then. They were completely unfamiliar, and this couldn't even be achieved through disguise.

Yan Chizong burst into tears with a cry of "Ao," kneeling down and hugging Xin Zhuo's thigh. "He's someone who came out of a grave, the Great Yan Practitioner..."

After a long and detailed explanation, Cui Ying'er and the others' expressions changed.

In the month and a half since Xin Zhuo left, the "Demon Cult" had become more and more rampant, finally attracting the attention of Shaolin, Wudang, Lingjian, and other sects, who began to besiege them.

These people were also cunning, learning from Xin Zhuo's ideas, engaging in guerrilla warfare everywhere, capturing people and drugging them, recruiting followers. Coupled with the fact that many Practitioners had inexplicably broken through to a higher realm, their strength greatly increased, the initial effect was indeed good, causing headaches for the various sects.

But in the end, they were no match for the major sects. They were quickly surrounded, and Di Huaijie, the old man, Bai Mu, Yan Chizong, and dozens of others fought to escape. Later, they gritted their teeth and went to dig up the ancestral graves of various sects to vent their anger.

Digging up ancestral graves was something they had experimented with at Danyang Tower. They were familiar with the process, but after digging up a grave that didn't even have a tombstone, a person suddenly jumped out, emitting a very strange aura. His realm couldn't be discerned, but he happily shouted, "Here? Here?"

His accent was also very strange. Seeing the strange expressions of the crowd, he looked up at the sky, then his face darkened, and he shouted, "I, Li Guangling of Great Yan, am suffering! Die!"

With a single palm, he killed eleven people. After a while, it seemed like he had killed enough, and the remaining captives found a mountain hollow and underwent plastic surgery. It was unclear what they were thinking, but they were just playing around. Not only did they capture the members of the Demon Cult, but they also captured the wandering Practitioners in the surrounding area, including Murong Yi and Li Wumian.

The two of them coincidentally managed to escape and, with determination, ran to the capital city to seek refuge with Xin Zhuo. They had no money along the way, so they stole a little food here and there. But how could the heavily guarded capital city be so easy to steal from?

Xin Zhuo felt a bit puzzled. People coming out of graves, the Garrison of Zhenwu City would probably dispatch experts to capture them soon. He casually asked, "What are your plans?"

Murong Yi sighed, "I want to travel to the Western Regions and ask the prince for permission and financial support!"

Yan Chizong fell silent for a moment, then said, "I want to join the army. It's been my lifelong dream!"

Xin Zhuo waved his hand, and Cui Ying'er handed over five hundred taels of silver notes and a letter of introduction from the Jiang family.

(End of this chapter)