fifth form

Chapter 3368 The plan cannot keep up with the changes

Tian Fen's headache attack was like a warning.

"come yet?"

Inside the room, Zhang Xuezhou and the new emperor did not burst out, since they did not see any suspicious individuals at the moment.

The new emperor glanced at the screaming and chaotic Xin'an Residence, as well as the physician from the Prime Minister's residence who had rushed over, but found nothing unusual in his gaze.

He asked Zhang Xuezhou, who was peeking around, clearly wanting a different answer.

"I didn't see it," Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and said, "I didn't see either the true form or the Yang Soul form!"

"So he cast a spell?"

The new emperor's heart skipped a beat.

Among all spells, incantations have the longest casting range. If Daojun wanted to teach Tian Fen a lesson, the latter could use incantations to cast spells from a distance without having to come to Chang'an City, let alone the Prime Minister's residence.

Things went similarly to what they had expected; Daojun did indeed launch a retaliation, but the difference was that Daojun did not come to the Prime Minister's residence in person.

"If he only torments Tian Fen, how will he use Tian Fen to achieve his own goals?" the new emperor frowned.

“So there is still a possibility that he will appear,” Zhang Xuezhou said.

If Daojun wanted to kill Tian Fen, he would have done so long ago if he were capable of using magic.

Tian Fen's cries were loud and powerful, which meant that he was currently only in the torment stage.

As for how much Tian Fen would be tortured before he stopped, that was beyond Zhang Xuezhou's ability to guess.

"Is there nothing we can do but wait?" The new emperor asked, gripping his longsword tightly and frowning.

“I can’t guess Daojun’s way of doing things, so I can only wait and see,” Zhang Xuezhou said, shaking his head.

Do you still envy Tian Fen's life now?

Upon learning that he could only calm down and wait, the new emperor took a deep breath and finally calmed his mind.

He looked at the many high-class guest rooms built around Xin'anju, where no Confucian scholars leaped out, nor did anyone draw a bow and shoot an arrow.

Many people seemed to be on edge, just like him, but no one pulled the bowstring, so no one stepped forward.

After surveying the surroundings, the new emperor could only point in a direction.

"Whoever wants to be prime minister, let them be prime minister!"

Zhang Xuezhou made a sarcastic remark, which made the new emperor both angry and amused.

He was angry that Zhang Xuezhou didn't take his official position under the emperor of the Han Dynasty seriously, but at the same time he laughed at Zhang Xuezhou's honesty and the fact that there was no need for intrigue in their interactions. If he hadn't repeatedly insisted on getting along with Zhang Xuezhou, the new emperor would have thought that Zhang Xuezhou was just an idle official who spent his days lying around, taking each day as it came.

"I wonder how long he's going to torture Tian Fen!"

The fragments of the throwing knife were still inside Tian Fen's head, and he had also taken the antidote for the throwing knife technique. The magical medium within Tian Fen's body was undoubtedly as thick as it could possibly be.

With such conditions for the spell in place, all that remains is the length of the torment.

"It shouldn't be tormented to death; it just depends on how long the Prime Minister can endure it," Zhang Xuezhou guessed.

"True Self Realm cultivators may be able to withstand spells for a considerable period of time!"

Even with Xin An in the center, Tian Fen's painful screams continued, which meant that Tian Fen was still full of energy at the moment.

This round of intimidation will last a long time, so Zhang Xuezhou had to switch to chewing on a different grass root, while the new emperor started drinking again.

Zhang Xuezhou ate eight blades of grass, while the new emperor had to fill his wine gourd with water three times.

It was well past midnight when the two finally heard Tian Fen's screams gradually subside.

Daojun's throwing knife technique has no specific cure, and the calming soup from the Imperial Medical Academy only repairs the damage and has no effect on the symptoms during an attack. Otherwise, the Empress Dowager and Tian Fen would not have lost their composure so much at the Imperial Medical Academy.

Tian Fen has been howling since the court session ended, and people have been coming to visit him one after another, but no one can alleviate his symptoms. They can only watch as Tian Fen shouts, jumps around, and smashes things.

The late night was also the best time to act. The longer the night went on, the lower Tian Fen's voice became, and the more tense Zhang Xuezhou became.

"It looks like it's coming!"

With the Sky Shuttle artifact in his hand, Zhang Xuezhou was ready to unleash his magical power.

The new emperor's eyelids twitched, and he slowly drew the longsword from the table. Their breathing subsided, and their gazes swept across the room outside the window.

"From heaven and earth, from all corners of the world, may your soul return!"

A cold, distant voice rang out, and Zhang Xuezhou's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's the voice of the White Bone Venerable!"

"Didn't Dao Lord come in person?"

Zhang Xuezhou recognized the voice, while the new emperor was somewhat disappointed.

Regardless, after waiting for more than two days, he finally had a clue to follow. This made him quickly perk up and even put a Qi and Blood Pill in his mouth in case of an emergency.

"Perhaps Daojun is by the side of Venerable White Bone!"

Zhang Xuezhou said uncertainly, and as he continued to search for the true location from which the White Bone Venerable had spoken, he heard An Xinju exclaim in surprise, and Tian Fen's voice completely disappeared.

"The Prime Minister collapsed on the bed, unconscious; it seems his spirit was forcibly summoned out!"

Tian Fen's body fell silent, either because he had fallen into a coma or because he was being drawn by the White Bone Venerable's soul-summoning technique.

The incarnation of Yang Soul at least has a physical body, but Yang Soul is formless and intangible, so tracking Tian Fen's Yang Soul is not so easy.

"Sima Tan, Luo Xia Hong, quickly find Prime Minister Yang Po, and follow him after you find him!"

After quickly assessing the situation, the new emperor, disregarding the need to conceal his identity, repeatedly shouted at the imperial historians on duty.

Two low, echoing voices came from high above, accompanied by a rapid pointing.

"Tian Fen's spirit has drifted westward!"

The voices pointing down from the night sky immediately filled the room with chaotic noises as people pushed open doors and broke through windows to escape, then rushed to the stables to retrieve their mounts.

Targeted arrangements are far from keeping up with changes. Daojun did not play his cards as the new emperor and others had expected, and every action he took exceeded expectations.

"Damn it!"

The new emperor muttered a curse.

Even with all his calculations, he still found it difficult to accurately determine how to proceed.

Without others to provide cover, his success rate in assassinating Daojun was very low. Moreover, Daojun had other great spellcasters by his side. In a battle between experts, the slightest delay would lead to failure. Not to mention that the new emperor's cultivation was weaker, and he only had one chance to draw his sword against Daojun.

"go!"

"How to go?"

"Let's go ride a horse and join the fun!"

Zhang Xuezhou let out a shout and also jumped out of the window.

The Imperial Shuttle, which had been prepared for a long time, was not unfolded, but instead tucked into his sleeve.

He took off running, his speed matching that of many Confucian scholars and imperial guards, and even managed to snatch a horse and ride it in the chaos.

It was unclear who was leading the way, but Zhang Xuezhou looked up at the sky and then followed the others on horseback.

"How to fight?"

The lights were dim late at night, even in the Imperial City area. You could easily slip and fall, let alone ride a horse.

As soon as they galloped out of the Prime Minister's residence, several Confucian scholars fell to the ground on their horses outside the mansion, which led to a series of collisions.

The new emperor felt he couldn't rely on these people anymore. After all, it was difficult to count the level of cultivation among the Confucian scholars. Many of them had only achieved some success in cultivating the Southern Bright Fire, but they hadn't managed to secretly unleash a single strike of the Southern Bright Fire. As a result, the Confucian scholars were essentially useless.

He spurred his horse several times before finally catching up with Zhang Xuezhou. After a chaotic ride without finding any target, the new emperor couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"There is a situation!"

When the new emperor hurriedly inquired about Zhang Xuezhou ahead, he saw Zhang Xuezhou, who was galloping on horseback, suddenly pull on the reins. The horse, which was originally running in the dark, reared up high and was forcibly pulled to a stop.

The new emperor also forcibly reined in his horse. When he stared intently ahead, he saw only darkness in the alleyway ahead, with no one running ahead and not even the sound of horses' hooves.

They continued to gallop and pursue, seemingly reaching the forefront, when it appeared that some monstrous beast opened its maw and devoured all the cultivators who had been searching on horseback.