After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 131 Enemies
With a creaking sound, the carved lacquer door in front of him slowly opened.

The faceless old man in a gray robe, hunched over, supported by a rotten wooden cane, staggered across the threshold and said calmly:
"Let's go."

The visitor subconsciously glanced into the room, but saw only several naked women hanging on the screen in the room, like puppets, and there was no movement at all.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, not daring to say anything more, turned around and immediately took the old man Wuxiang to the side hall of the mansion.

When they arrived at the side hall, Butler Song, who was dressed in royal blue brocade clothes and had half-white hair, hurriedly stood up from his chair and walked towards them.

"Senior, please take a seat."

Steward Song wanted to help Elder Wuxiang sit down, but he waved his hand and asked,
"I heard that the person who killed the old man's apprentice has been found. Where is he now?"

Hearing this, Steward Song's face, which was originally full of smiles, flashed with a strange color, and he bowed and said:
"Don't worry, senior. We have indeed found the person, but this matter is indeed extremely difficult. Please sit down for a moment, and we will talk slowly from now on."

The old man Wuxiang glanced at the other party, frowned, but still sat down on the armchair with his crutches and said coldly:
"Don't worry, just tell me where they are now. I will go there myself, so you don't need to do anything."

Steward Song waved his hands repeatedly and explained:
"Senior, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant."

He hesitated for a moment, but finally said:

"Based on the facial features of the man and woman provided by the senior, we sent people to the city gate guards to screen those who had entered the city in recent days, and they were indeed found."

"However, we later followed the two men's movements and discovered that they had actually entered the Aurora Pavilion."

Hearing this, the old man Wuxiang narrowed his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and said:
"So they also came for the Seventh Prince's identity. No wonder they killed the old man's good disciple. This is clearly an attempt to eliminate the competition in advance."

Steward Song glanced at the other party, his eyes changing constantly, then he sighed heavily and said:
"Senior, you may not know this, but after our investigation, we found that those two people were indeed here for the identity of the prince. However, what we didn't expect was that the person you were looking for was actually the real prince!"

As soon as these words came out, the old man Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, then frowned, stared at the housekeeper Song in front of him, and asked in a deep voice:
"Are you saying that the person who killed my disciple is the Eighth Prince who was recently recognized by Emperor Yuanwu?"

Steward Song could sense the other party's overwhelming martial arts aura, but he still nodded and said:

"Indeed, they are now temporarily residing in the Tianjin Guards' headquarters. This is why I said the situation is difficult."

Old Man Wuxiang fell silent for a moment, and his originally furrowed brows now furrowed even deeper.

However, at this moment, the voice of the Second Prince Li Que suddenly came from outside the side hall:

"Even if he is the Eighth Prince, I can still help you get revenge."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Que, dressed in a plain white robe and a black hemp belt around his waist, walked into the hall with brisk steps.

Seeing this, the old man Wuxiang slowly stood up, staring at the other person, narrowing his eyes slightly and said:

"Your Highness, are you serious about what you just said? Are you willing to help this old man kill a prince of Dali?"

"Of course I take it seriously."

Li Que nodded calmly, then said indifferently:

"I just happened to get some news, and now is a good time for you to take action."

As he spoke, he suddenly changed the subject and said:
"However, after you capture the Eighth Prince, please let me interrogate him for the time being. You can kill him or chop him up as you please." Upon hearing this, the old man Wuxiang touched the rotten wooden crutch in his hand with his rough palm, and the expression on his face kept changing into various looks.

After he pondered for a moment, he looked at Li Que and nodded, saying:
"No problem, Your Highness, please inform this old man of the whereabouts of the Eighth Prince."

……

The carriage that Li Musheng and the other two were riding in looked ordinary, but it was pulled by fine horses that supplied the Dali army.

The group traveled all night, and around noon the next day, they had left Jingzhou unimpeded. Their speed was nearly twice as fast as when Li Musheng rode a slow horse.

However, after leaving Jingzhou, although the official road was still smooth, it became a little difficult for them to travel.

The reason for this is naturally the brutal and rampant underworld forces in other states of Dali.

Along the way, they were affected by the fighting and killing between the gangs, or some gangsters who came down from the mountains to become bandits blocked their way, which more or less affected the itinerary of Li Musheng and others.

Of course, there are some petty thieves and martial arts masters who know some sword and gun skills and call themselves heroes of the green forest, but most of them have not even reached the innate realm of martial arts.

Among Li Musheng and his companions, even the coachman who drove the carriage was a martial arts grandmaster. Among the rest of the people, except for Li Musheng and the right commander Hu Ruian, the two captains of the Tianjin Guard who were riding horses were both close to the realm of half-step martial arts grandmasters.

The weakest one is probably Murong Xiaoya, but her martial arts skills have reached the level of a grandmaster, and ordinary people in the martial arts world are no match for her.

Therefore, although they would encounter some troubles on the road, they would hardly pose any obstacles to Li Musheng and his companions.

"Sir, there should be an inn in the town ahead where we can rest. Our horses have been traveling for most of the day and will probably need to rest for three hours before we can continue on our journey."

Qianhu Wu Shang, dressed in black and with a short sword hanging from his waist, reined in his horse, turned around, and bowed to Li Musheng in the carriage.

Hearing this, Li Musheng simply waved his hand towards Hu Ruian who was sitting opposite him and said:

"Master Hu, you can make your own decisions on these trivial matters. You don't need to ask for my opinion."

They dressed lightly and traveled light on this trip, so they were unable to change horses at the post station of the Dali government office.

Moreover, the time for them to rush to Luoshen Peak was actually planned, so there was no need to travel day and night.

Li Musheng was naturally happy to see this happen.

He took advantage of what he saw and heard along the way to find out for himself whether Luoshen Peak, one of the four major sects in the martial arts world, was really as unforgivable as Fu Qiwen said.

At this time, Hu Ruian, who looked wealthy, glanced at Li Musheng, nodded slightly and said:
"Everything is in accordance with your Highness's orders."

After saying this, he reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage, and said to the captain Wu Shang who was sitting on his horse:
"Just do as you say. Try not to cause any trouble and delay your trip."

Hearing this, Wu Shang, who had a bronze complexion and a resolute face, nodded in agreement, then turned his horse around and continued forward.

Not long after, the group walked along the official road and came to a rather prosperous town.

(End of this chapter)