Madam, please listen to my explanation.

Chapter 95 What a fuss

Yun Ci suddenly ran to the Mingjing Division and knocked on the door, only then did Yu Ning realize that the Master was missing.
Are you injured, sir? Are you able to move around?

Inside the cramped dungeon, the two people separated by a wall communicated with each other using their spiritual senses.

Xu Jinhuan quickly found out what happened after he was captured.

"Sir, Yu Ning sensed it on the way here; there are only a dozen or so Imperial Guards. I can handle them. I'll take you away now!"

"Sigh, there were indeed some unexpected events, which made you worry."

Let's not act rashly. The emperor will most likely be too busy to deal with our affairs for the time being.

Why not turn the tables and surprise him on our wedding day?

Xu Jinhuan sighed.

It would be rather inhumane to criticize someone who risked their life to save you.

It's just a pity that the arrest of the officials on the list may have to be postponed.

'Sir, you need not worry about arresting officials.'

As if she had guessed what she was thinking, Zhuang Yuning spoke directly.

'Oh? What do you mean?'

"Yu Ning knows this is a serious matter, so she gave the list to Sister Yun Ci in advance. If I fail to return, she will bring the Mingjing Division to arrest me."

Xu Jinhuan raised his eyebrows:
'You've already come this far, how can the Mingjing Division still go out to arrest people?'
This is ridiculous! No way. Getting caught is no laughing matter. Let's get out of here now.

Having said that, he was already preparing to take action.

The rattling of the iron chains drew the attention of the two imperial guards standing in front of the prison gate.

'Sir, there's no need to worry.'

Zhuang Yuning transmitted her voice again:

'That demoness killed over a hundred black-clad members of the Mingjing Bureau; she won't tell the dog emperor about it.'

Before Yu Ning went out to look for Mr., she had already sent someone to the Prime Minister to deliver a message. He should help cover up the arrest.

As for His Majesty, he hasn't summoned Yu Ning for quite some time; two days should be fine.

Now, Xu Jinhuan was speechless.

Are you sure you've thought of that?

He met the guard's gaze, and just as the guard was about to speak, he swallowed his words and silently turned away.

It must be admitted that this woman seems to have a great talent for the Way of the Soul.

'Yu Ning, your progress in the Heavenly Demon Technique seems to be faster than I imagined. Why haven't you tried to resist that demoness?'

Yu Ning just wanted to confirm Mr.'s safety as soon as possible.

Moreover, regardless of the success or failure of taking action without authorization, Yu Ning feared that she might jeopardize her master's important plans.

Woman, you're so perceptive; it makes me seem a bit petty.
Putting aside their ruthlessness, their intelligence and decisiveness make them a valuable asset.

'Aren't you afraid that instead of arresting you, she'll just kill you?'

'Sir, are you worried about Yu Ning?'

The woman opposite him finally spoke in a lighter tone.

She won't.

Yu Ning could tell that the other person was following the emperor with some kind of purpose. Until that purpose was achieved, they wouldn't openly do anything too outrageous.

Wow, truly a scholar.
Xu Jinhuan sighed.

Guru
Strange noises suddenly rang out in the quiet dungeon.

One of the patrolling imperial guards raised an eyebrow.

If I heard correctly, that noise just now seemed to have come from inside the tortoise shell.

Recalling His Majesty's instructions, he silently took out a chicken coop from the corner and moved closer to the tortoise shell.

"Please use this, Xuan Turtle."

Before he could finish speaking, a blur flashed before his eyes!
The giant tortoise poked its head out and opened its mouth to inhale.

With one thrust of the glans in and out, the imperial guards had vanished without a trace.

On the ground, only a cheap chicken coop made of rough iron remained.

'Giggle giggle giggle giggle.'
-
In the first year of Xiangfu, in early autumn.

The entire capital of Yanjing was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and the people were filled with joy.

It wasn't just because of the great victory in the west.

More importantly, Emperor Zhao Jingqian of Yan, having just recovered from a serious illness, can finally fill his harem and will be married tomorrow.

It is said that Princess Ruoxi, who made great contributions in the battle, will return to the capital with dozens of officials from the former Qi Kingdom and seven hostages to present a great gift to her brother!
The barbarians of the southern frontier, the Great Zhou Kingdom of the western frontier, and the islands of the eastern sea will all send envoys to offer their congratulations.

In this peaceful atmosphere, there was one person who was not very happy.
Fulu Lane, outside the Zhang Mansion.

Several women who were buying groceries were whispering to each other.

The small market was packed with people.

Whether it's my imagination or not, Fulu Lane seems to have never had so many customers since the founding of the Great Yan Dynasty.

"Did you hear that?"

"I've heard about it. Isn't that what you came for too?"

People were whispering among themselves.

Although they appeared to be buying groceries, everyone's eyes kept glancing towards the Zhang residence's gate.

Reliable sources say that Zhang Longxing's youngest son, Zhang Churan, is actually the offspring of his third concubine and a servant.
Master Zhang is forty-seven years old this year. He vaguely remembers that a few years ago, he had a grand celebration because he had a son late in life.

Who would have thought that something like this would happen?
Legend has it that one night, Master Zhang couldn't sleep, so he got up from his bed and went to the courtyard to admire the moon.

Suddenly, a strange water-like sound came from near the kitchen.
Suspicious, he went over and, to his surprise, caught his third wife in the act of having an affair with a servant!

Afterwards, Master Zhang flew into a rage.

And for no apparent reason, the more he looked at the youngest son, the more he resembled the cook.
The Zhang residence has been in complete chaos these past few days.

The news, it is said, was accidentally spread by a servant in the Zhang household who got drunk at the Iris Pavilion, and it is absolutely true.

Perhaps because it involved officials of the imperial court, this scandalous affair quickly spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, and even, vaguely, it seemed that everyone in the capital knew about it.

Today, we have gathered here for this very purpose!

Merchants from the islands of Japan are said to have brought a special spring water that can identify bloodlines.

If they are of the same bloodline, they can mix their blood by dripping it in.

Conversely, they will repel each other.
Early this morning, someone saw the Zhang family steward looking hurried as he bought a bucket of spring water from a merchant.

Throughout history, people have always been drawn to such things, regardless of time or place.

Therefore, everyone waited here early to see the show begin.

After a while, a fierce barrage of curses suddenly erupted from the Zhang residence.

In an instant, the once bustling market became eerily quiet!

bang-

The main gate of the Zhang residence was pushed open forcefully from the inside, and three men with bruised and swollen faces flew out, carrying scattered bundles on the ground.
It's actually true!
The three of them seemed surprised to find so many people gathered in the alley.
One by one, they hastily got up, covered their faces, and left.

On this day, the spring water that had been ignored by the Japanese merchants was suddenly sold out.
-
South of the Yan Kingdom lies a landscape of towering mountains and pervasive miasma. It is a harsh environment teeming with treacherous terrain and teeming with monstrous beasts.

As a buffer zone between the human race and the Ten Thousand Mountains, the people here call themselves 'Outcasts'.

In ancient times, after the earth-shattering battle in which the sword saint led humanity to victory over the demons and drive them away, they, as the vanguard, were left here forever under the pretext of guarding the border.

The pervasive poisonous barrier erodes their flesh and blood day after day.

Their hands and feet became long and narrow, and their skin became rough. Gradually, strange patterns began to appear on their bodies.

Their homeland began to see them as demons and no longer accepted them.

In the end, the people discovered in despair that only by relying on the ancient demons hidden in the towering mountains behind their faith could they survive on this land.

The Ten Thousand Mountains stretch for more than ten thousand miles, and countless demonic beasts dwell within them.

Over time, the abandoned people of the southern border split into hundreds of scattered tribes according to the different great demons they worshipped.

Also known as the 'Hundred Ethnic Groups of Southern Xinjiang'.

They hated the Central Plains people who had abandoned their ancestors here, and they constantly dreamed of returning to their homeland to slaughter those delicate, seemingly noble Central Plains people!
Unlike the lively singing and dancing in Yanjing, recently, the various ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang have been thrown into chaos by a disheveled drunkard.
On the banks of the Youshui River, a large group of tribal leaders, including snake witches, blood wolves, white foxes, and red spiders, gathered together.

"Damn it! Who the hell is that drunkard?!"

"I learned from the envoy of Zhou that it seems to be a former disciple of 'that person,' named Shen Ye."

'That person?'

The leader of the Serpent Witch Clan, Sane, muttered to himself.

In southern Xinjiang, there is only one person who can be referred to as 'that person'.
Sword Saint Lu Yuan!

Sané has dark skin and bulging muscles.

If it is noon each day, when the poison barrier is at its thinnest, and sunlight can shine down, you can see the shiny keratinous scales on the other person's body.

At this moment, not only him, but all the tribal chiefs gathered here had somber expressions.

Just a few days ago, the current high priest gathered no less than a hundred elite tribes to form a formidable army that was half human and half beast to attack Yan.

Unexpectedly, after just two days of shouting and cursing on the border of Yan, he received a message from Shadow Leopard that his rear base had been wiped out by a single person!
That person moved with incredible speed, coming and going like the wind.

Wherever they went, corpses littered the fields, and they eradicated every last bit of life.
That's incredibly ruthless!
Several leaders at the peak of the sixth rank fought against that person one after another, but without exception, they all suffered a crushing defeat!

Among them, the number of tribal leaders who have been confirmed to have been killed by him is already more than one hand!
The various ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang face difficulties in multiplying, yet they are extremely united internally.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Yan army descended like a divine force, sweeping across the Qi territory with unstoppable momentum.

Upon hearing this news, even though everyone was unwilling, they could only return empty-handed.

“Sane, the Holy Goddess has mysteriously disappeared, and the High Priest has gone to the Ten Thousand Mountains to consult the Demon Lord. It is a time of emptiness!”

That treacherous Shen is elusive, slaughtering my people in the southern borderlands. How should we deal with him? You must come up with a plan!

"No seat! So what if he's that person's disciple? How can my 100,000 citizens of Southern Xinjiang allow a mere brat to humiliate me like this?"

"Stop arguing!"

Sane was panting heavily, the alluring patterns on his face gleaming with an eerie light.

He had seen that person make a move once from afar.

The chilling sword aura he saw at first glance sent shivers down his spine.

He knew perfectly well that waiting for the high priest to return was the best option at this moment.

But as the other leaders said, if we do nothing and let them continue to slaughter at will, who knows how many more of our people will die in vain when the high priest returns!

Sane gazed at the swiftly flowing, dark water, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"There's no other way. Everyone, join me in swearing an oath and summoning the Soul-Binding Bell!"

"it is good!"

"That's exactly what we should do!"

Everyone hit it off.

They gathered here for this very reason.

The reason for further discussion is simply to wait for someone to step forward and make this decision first.

After all, the Gu Soul Bell, formed from the remains of an ancient demon, is not so easy to obtain.
Sané had already guessed what everyone was thinking, and snorted coldly:
"According to the rules, each clan shall provide ten sacrificial offerings!"

A ruthless glint flashed across the faces of the leaders, but none of them raised any objections.

A moment later, a hundred boys and girls gathered by the dark water.

With devout expressions, they all knelt down before the dark red river.

Sane approached a boy, reached out and stroked his head, and asked softly:

"Tartar, are you scary?"

The Tatar opened his eyes, his pupils contracted, forming two vertical lines.

"Not afraid."

"The people of the Southern Frontier may die, but they shall not be humiliated."
In particular, we must not be humiliated by the people of Yan!

"well said!"

A sharp sound came from the direction of the giant orange-yellow tree not far away.

A burly man with a pointed snout and monkey-like face hung upside down from a treetop, suddenly spreading the wings on his back:
"Stop being so indecisive, Sane, get out of the way!"

Sane leaped backward, and in the next instant, countless light feathers shot out from the man's wings like arrows!

puff!puff!puff!
In an instant, the throats of all one hundred sacrifices were pierced by the light feathers, and blood gushed out.

thump—

The offerings fell to the ground, and crimson blood gushed forth like a spring, gathering on the ground to form a strange pattern.

The You River, which flowed from the Ten Thousand Mountains and traversed the entire southern border region, suddenly stopped flowing.

The ground beneath their feet began to tremble.

A stone platform, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, slowly rises from the center.

If Xu Jinhuan were here, he would surely exclaim that the shape of this stone platform is very similar to the Mayan pyramids on Earth.

An invisible, blood-red light curtain spread out, enveloping everyone present.

At this moment, all the tribal chiefs and the warriors beside them bowed down, their foreheads touching the ground, their faces filled with solemnity.

Boge of the Feather Clan was still hanging upside down on the treetop, his eyes fixed on the left and right, constantly alert to his surroundings.

The ceremony is now essentially complete.

Even if the enemy appears now, it will be too late to stop the appearance of the Gu Soul Bell!

With such an object transformed from the remnant body of an ancient Gu God in hand, absolutely no one below the level of a Supreme Saint could leave the Southern Frontier alive!

Suddenly, a pale golden light swept before my eyes.

Berger narrowed his eyes.

Become!

In that moment of distraction, he suddenly felt the branch he was holding onto sway slightly.

"who!"

He exclaimed in surprise and jerked his head up to look!

A man with a face covered in fine scars was squatting above, his lips slightly upturned.

Seeing his own gaze, he held up a finger and put it to his lips:

"shush"

"Enemy attack!!!"

Berg let out a sharp scream, and then the weight above the branch suddenly lifted.

The man on the treetop vanished instantly, and the next moment, a tearing pain shot through his back!

Two hands rested on its wings and gently pulled them to the sides!
"I told you not to make a fuss, don't overreact."

(End of this chapter)