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

Chapter 49 Demon Sect
Seeing this, the chief eunuch Sun Changyu waved his hand and said:
"Master Li, don't worry. Your current situation is somewhat special. This is just a trick used by our family to avoid any accidents. It is also a routine operation in the Tianjin Guard."

Hearing this, Li Musheng didn't say anything, but looked up at the sky through the window.

The originally clear blue sky had become gloomy at some point.

The air was heavy and the sky was gray.

The clouds in the distance rolled in, getting lower and lower, as if they were going to crush the entire imperial capital.

Li Musheng touched his chin and said quietly:

"Looking at the weather, it should rain."

As if to verify his words, a muffled thunder sounded from the thick clouds, rumbling and echoing.

……

Aurora Pavilion.

Outside a hall that served as the temporary base of the Tianjin Guard, several armored soldiers armed with knives walked quickly with a young man in a purple robe.

"How dare you! My uncle is the Minister of Revenue, and you dare to arrest me?"

Zhang He twisted his body with all his might, trying to break free from the grip of the soldiers, but in return he was hit hard on the back by a soldier's knife.

"hiss!"

The severe pain from the powerful blow on his back made Zhang He grimace in pain and scream, and he took a deep breath.

He glared at the soldier who hit him with a knife with his eyes wide open, and opened his mouth to curse.

But at this moment, several armored soldiers had already carried him into the hall, and one of them reported in a deep voice:

"Sir, we previously searched the area around Aurora Pavilion according to Eunuch Sun's instructions and discovered that this person was acting suspiciously and furtively. He might be the one from the demonic sect."

Hearing this, Zhang He immediately shouted:
"You'd better explain yourself clearly. Who are you and what is this demonic person? My uncle is the Minister of Revenue, a high-ranking official in the imperial court. A lowly soldier like you isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes!"

Seeing this, Song Shanyue, the assistant commander sitting behind the desk, glanced at Zhang He and then waved his hand and said:

"He's just a dandy boy. Take him away for interrogation first."

Hearing this, the soldier was not surprised. He immediately agreed and prepared to take Zhang He away.

However, at this moment, Song Shanyue suddenly spoke again:

"Forget it. This matter involves people from the demonic world and cannot be taken lightly. You should keep the person here and let me interrogate him personally."

Several soldiers were stunned for a moment, but didn't say anything. After pushing Zhang He to the ground, they all bowed and left.

With a creaking sound, the door of the hall was slowly closed.

The hall fell silent for a moment, and after a while, Song Shanyue's voice was heard:
"Who are you in the Six Desires Demon Sect?"

Hearing this, Zhang He, who had fallen to the ground, restrained the bloodshot look in his eyes, twisted his body and sat up, signaling:

"Please, Master Song, untie the ropes on me so that I can talk to you more conveniently."

Song Shanyue snorted coldly, and his martial arts energy spread along with his sound power. In an instant, the ropes on Zhang He's body were shattered into pieces.

Zhang He rubbed his wrist and got up from the ground. His face no longer had the arrogance and anger from before, but instead had a faint evil smile on it:

"The Saint asked me to say hello to the Commander-in-Chief. You are still as healthy as ever." Upon hearing this, Song Shanyue's half-white hair moved in the wind, the veins on his neck bulged, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes, as if he had uncontrollable anger in his heart.

However, he still tried his best to suppress his emotions, and almost uttered a sentence through his teeth:

"Why did she ask you to come to me?"

Zhang He seemed not to notice Song Shanyue's murderous expression. He just scratched his head and smiled:
"The Saint doesn't have any instructions for you for now. Actually, I want to find you and ask you to help me kill someone."

Hearing this, Song Shanyue did not get angry but laughed and said:
"How dare you order me around!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying invisible sound wave vibrated out, directly blasting Zhang He away. He hit the pillar of the hall heavily and rolled to the ground, rolling several times before finally stopping.

Immediately afterwards, a violent cough was heard in the quiet hall, and Zhang He covered his chest and continued to cough up blood.

"Master Song really has a bad temper. If you attack me again, I will trigger the evil seed in your body..."

He spoke hurriedly as he struggled to get up from the ground.

Then, he reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Song Shanyue who was looking doubtful, and a hint of teasing appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Master Song, please do not doubt my words. Before you kill me, I am enough to arouse the devil's heart and turn you into a great devil that everyone can kill."

As he spoke, Zhang He's nose twitched and he muttered something quickly.

The next moment, he took a deep breath.

In an instant, the blood and organ fragments scattered on the ground around him turned into mist and turned into wisps of crimson blood mist that were instantly absorbed into his body.

At the same time, Zhang He said with a smile:
"Besides, whether Lord Song can kill me is still unclear."

Song Shanyue's eyes narrowed suddenly. At this moment, he could clearly see that Zhang He's injuries had recovered in the blink of an eye, as if he had not been hurt by his sonic power at all.

For a moment, the expression on Song Shanyue's face changed constantly. He stared at Zhang He for a long time, and finally closed his eyes slowly and said:

"That bitch said that if I do three things for the Six Desires Demon Sect, she will release the demon seed in my body and let Yun'er return."

"There are only two things left to do. Is the one you mentioned one of them?"

Hearing this, Zhang He nodded and smiled meaningfully:

"Don't worry, Lord Song. Everything you do for the Holy Sect counts. Moreover, I have a close relationship with the Holy Lady, so my words are completely worthy of your trust."

Song Shanyue glanced at him, and after a long silence, he spoke in a cold voice:
"Tell me, who do you want me to help you kill?"

Zhang He cupped his hands and said sinisterly:
"Of course, we should ask Lord Song to kill the real Seventh Prince."

"The Dali court has murdered more than a thousand of our Holy Sect's sons and daughters, and has caused countless elders in the sect to lose their children. I also want to make that Emperor Yuanwu experience the pain of losing a son."

Song Shanyue narrowed his eyes and sneered:

"You're overthinking it. The Heavenly Family is ruthless. It's almost impossible for you to think that Your Majesty would be in pain because of the loss of a son."

Zhang He thought for a moment, chuckled, and said:
"Never mind. It doesn't matter if that dog emperor is in pain or not. Killing his son and making him powerless and furious is fine."

"Besides, this is a rare opportunity. The other princes and princesses are protected by experts, both openly and covertly. This person's identity has not yet been confirmed, so he is an exception. Killing him is much easier than the others."

However, Song Shanyue slowly shook his head and said:
"The person you want to kill is probably not a simple person."

(End of this chapter)