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

Chapter 142 Julu River

Ji Song's cloudy eyes narrowed, and Mr. Youshan slowly spoke:

"Ever since bringing the Eighth Prince back to the imperial capital, Cang Yinyue, whose martial arts cultivation had not yet reached the Grandmaster level, unexpectedly captured a wanted criminal whose strength was comparable to that of a Grandmaster."

"Afterwards, Cang Yinyue was captured by the masters of Cangyuan Marquis's residence and imprisoned. But that very night, everything went wrong for Cangyuan Marquis's residence and Concubine Ji."

Hearing this, Ji Song frowned and was about to speak, but Mr. Youshan seemed to see what he was thinking and said:
"These things could be described as coincidences, but maybe they're not really coincidences."

"Another thing that almost no one knows is that the Tianji Pavilion's spies in the imperial capital, Fuzhou City, have seen the Eighth Prince heading to Fuzhou City. Some have even witnessed him with their own eyes, and he seems to have displayed extremely powerful martial arts skills."

"After learning about this, I sent people to investigate and verify it. I was surprised to find that the people behind Fuzhou City had already changed. The previous mayor and deputy mayor of Fuzhou City had both disappeared."

Having said this, Mr. Youshan looked at Ji Song, whose face was haggard, and sighed:
"Mr. Ji, I have a feeling that the Eighth Prince's previous arrogant behavior may not be due to his ignorance or stupidity, but rather that he has a foundation that we are unaware of."

Ji Song's expression changed for a while, and he stared deeply at the middle-aged man in front of him and said:
"Mr. Youshan, are you saying that the Eighth Prince is the murderer of my daughter?"

Mr. Youshan nodded slightly, then shook his head and said:

"I'm not saying he's the murderer, but he's definitely related to it."

Hearing this, Ji Song suddenly fell silent. He knew that Mr. Youshan, as the head of Tianji Pavilion, was definitely not an ordinary person.

Although the other party does not have the terrifying ability to calculate mysteries like Old Man Tianji, he is in charge of the Tianji Pavilion and has a precise perception far beyond ordinary people in judging many things.

Therefore, when the other party said this, it must not be aimless, but he must be very confident.

However, at this moment, Ji Song's body suddenly froze.

In just a moment, he suddenly became distraught, and then said with a trembling throat:

"So... when I allowed Zhu'er to cause trouble in Tianjin Guard, I actually harmed him..."

Mr. Youshan glanced at him, sighed heavily again, and said:

"If I had known these things in advance, I would have stopped the Third Prince no matter what, and perhaps this tragedy would not have happened."

As soon as these words came out, Ji Song's whole old body shook in a trance due to the uncontrollable sadness and regret, and he almost fell off the chair.

Seeing this, Mr. Youshan quickly reached out to support the other person, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

After a while, Ji Song seemed to have finally calmed down. He slowly raised his head and looked at Mr. Youshan in front of him.

However, when Mr. Youshan met Ji Song's gaze, he was slightly stunned.

At this moment, he actually saw some extremely crazy determination in the turbid eyes of the dying old man in front of him.

"Please help me kill him!"

Ji Song suddenly stood up from his chair and knelt down in front of Mr. Youshan, but he was held firmly by him.

"This old man has only this broken body left. I have no other desires in this life. If I cannot avenge my two daughters and Zhu'er, I will die with regrets!"

Ji Song spoke word by word, his dry hand tightly grasping Mr. Youshan's hand, as if a drowning man was grabbing the last straw.

Mr. Youshan was silent for a while, then he gently helped Ji Song up, sighed, and said softly:
"Mr. Ji's kindness will be remembered by Youshan in my heart. I agree to this matter."

"However, I cannot promise whether it will be successful or not. I can only do my best. Please forgive me, Mr. Ji."

Hearing this, Ji Song suddenly looked up and immediately bowed solemnly: "Just these words from Mr. Shan are enough!"

……

The sound of horse hooves flying and wheels rolling stirred up clouds of dust.

Li Musheng and his companions who were on their way to Lanzhou had a smooth journey and would be able to reach Shengzhou in another half day.

Although Luoshen Peak is located in Lanzhou, its influence is spread across the four states of Lan, Yuan, Zi and Sheng. It is the leader among the hundreds of martial arts sects in this vast area and an undisputed super giant!

Even though they were just approaching Shengzhou, Li Musheng and others could clearly feel the transcendent power and status of Luoshen Peak in this place.

For example, whenever they met a disciple of Luoshen Peak wearing Yunfeng black clothes and mountain-knocking boots on the road, whether they were ordinary people or martial artists, they would all take the initiative to step back and give way.

When the disciples of Luoshen Peak went to the tavern to eat and stay overnight, the shopkeeper and the waiters did not dare to ask for money for food and accommodation. It all depended on the other party's mood. Whether to give or how much to give was up to them. They could only greet them with a smile and dared not complain.

In short, the almost unspoken rule in this area is that Luoshen Peak comes first in everything.

Even the bailiffs and local officials of Dali did not dare to provoke the disciples of Luoshen Peak.

Li Musheng probably saw all these situations along the way, although he did not encounter any evil deeds by the disciples of Luoshen Peak who actively oppressed the people.

But he did understand a little why the Dali court took action against Luoshen Peak.

Because no matter how you look at it, the superior and downtrodden expressions of the disciples of Luoshen Peak really deserve a beating.

"Well... fortunately, I've always been a humble person and never look down on others."

Li Musheng reflected on himself and felt good about himself.

But if Fu Qiwen heard what he really thought, he would probably raise his hands and feet to express his strong opposition.

"Shut up!"

Wu Shang and Cheng Zhong, who were leading the way, suddenly stopped their horses. Seeing this, Cao Gaoshan also pulled the reins and stopped the carriage steadily.

"Sir, the road ahead seems to be blocked. Let me go check the situation first."

Wu Shang immediately turned around to report, then dismounted and headed quickly forward.

At the same time, there was a noisy sound of voices coming from the road ahead, as well as the occasional impatient grunts of donkeys, horses and mules.

Murong Xiaoya lifted the curtain and looked towards the front of the carriage, but all she saw were mules and horses carrying goods as well as merchants and travelers, which had blocked the road ahead.

Seeing this, she frowned slightly, but said nothing. She just lowered the curtain, sat in her seat, and began to daydream by herself.

At this time, Hu Ruian unfolded the silk map in his hand and took a look at it. Then he frowned and said:
"The Julu River is ahead. It looks like we'll be passing through the territory of 'Zhanlu Villa' next."

Hearing this, Li Musheng glanced at the other person and saw that he seemed a little uneasy.

A look of suspicion appeared on his face, and he asked:

"Master Hu, is there anything special about Zhanlu Villa?"

(End of this chapter)