Qin Shi: I went astray in the Heavenly Sect

Chapter 118 Rain Like Swords, Jade and Stone Burn Together?

Xinzheng, Palace of King Han.

In a side hall, a girl dressed in a pink palace dress looked at the little eunuch beside her with a rather surprised expression.

Then she said softly, "Sister Zi Nu's skill of creating a thousand faces for a thousand people is truly remarkable."

Upon hearing the other party speak, the little eunuch reached out and gently wiped his face, revealing a pretty face that could be both happy and angry. Who else could this person be but Zi Nu?
"Your Highness has truly impressed us in just a few days!"

The eunuch who just delivered the message was actually Zi Nu in disguise, while the plan was devised by Hong Lian.

Honglian looked into the distance and sighed softly.

"Ji Wuye has mobilized the Imperial Guards. It seems that the battle at Zilan Pavilion has already been decided."

Although she wasn't there in person, she could guess the outcome from Ji Wuye's actions. If the people from Luo Wang succeeded, then Ji Wuye wouldn't need to mobilize the Imperial Guards again.

But the situation is exactly the opposite now, so the outcome of the battle is self-evident.

Upon hearing Honglian's words, Zinu raised her hand to her chin, pondered for a moment, and then nodded gently.

“As the Ninth Prince once said, there are wise men in the world who can see the coming of autumn from a single leaf. The princess knew that Ji Wuye had mobilized the Imperial Guards, so she foresaw the battle situation at Zilan Pavilion and has grasped the essence of it.”

Upon hearing this, Honglian turned to look at Zinu, a hint of wisdom appearing in her innocent eyes. She spoke softly, repeating the same sentence.

"One can know autumn is coming from a single leaf."

Although it was her first time hearing it, Honglian immediately understood the meaning of these words.

"Sister Zi Nu, you flatter me. Compared to my brother and the others, my little tricks are nothing. When Ninth Brother arrived at the palace today, he already sent someone to tell me to act according to the situation. He has obviously anticipated the enemy's moves. My little schemes are just going with the flow!"

"Besides, this operation would not have been possible without my sister's superb disguise skills."

Upon hearing this, Zi Nu gave the other party a meaningful look. The last time she saw Hong Lian, she had already noticed that Hong Lian had changed a lot, and today's plan proved everything.

Although the theft of the tiger tally was a false rumor, it still touched a nerve with King Han An.

Furthermore, just now, Ji Wuye mobilized the entire city's imperial guards without authorization, which will only exacerbate King Han An's suspicions and unease.

Honglian's plan can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Not only did they successfully lure King Han An away, but they also planted a seed of suspicion in his heart.

More importantly, they did not steal the Tiger Tally, but the effect was the same. Under such conditions, Honglian was able to seize the fleeting opportunity, and her strategic prowess already showed a touch of the demeanor of a great master.

Even if the little eunuch who only appeared once disappeared, King Han An would not suspect them; he would only think of Ji Wuye and Ye Mu.

In this way, the logic forms a closed loop.

"I'm a little curious, what exactly did Xiu Yuan tell you those days?"

Zi Nu sighed softly. The reason for Hong Lian's change had already been explained to her before, but in terms of actual effect, it still far exceeded her expectations.

On the other side, Wei Zhuang had already secretly sneaked into the palace. He was taken aback when he saw that the palace was brightly lit. According to common sense, King Han should have already gone to bed at this time.

Hiding in the shadows, he listened for a while, and his expression became strange.

"The military tally for mobilizing troops has been lost?"

This news was also unexpected for him. After a moment of silence, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"interesting!!"

Just now, Ji Wuye mobilized the entire Imperial Guard of Xinzheng, and then the tiger tally for mobilizing troops disappeared. He could imagine how interesting the king's expression would be when he received the news that Ji Wuye had mobilized troops without authorization.

As for the loss of the tiger tally, he did not believe it was Ji Wuye's doing. From what he knew, the general did not intend to rebel for the time being, and the purpose of mobilizing the imperial guards was only to target the young man in Zilan Pavilion.

He felt that the loss of the tiger tally was more like a scheme. Of course, there might be other deeper meanings, but based on the information he had so far, this was all he could deduce.

"Crack!!"

Suddenly, a voice reached Wei Zhuang's ears. He had just raised his head when he saw Han Fei staggering out, with a figure that seemed to exist between illusion and reality behind him.

Wei Zhuang flashed backward, completely disappearing into the shadows of the corner. He had no intention of showing himself, after all, he had his own purpose in entering the palace this time.

After a while, once Han Fei's figure had completely disappeared from the courtyard, Wei Zhuang poked half his head out and began to look around the courtyard.

The courtyard in front of him seemed no different from the surrounding courtyards. His gaze moved, sweeping over the corners of the courtyard, until it fell on a disheveled woman. Only then did he slowly look away.

Wei Zhuang's eyes twitched, and a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind.

Although the other party's clothes were disheveled, his breathing was not disordered, which meant that his current appearance was likely intentional. Considering Han Fei's disheveled appearance before, Wei Zhuang probably guessed something, after all, the tentacles of the night had already reached into the palace.

Night falls.

Wei Zhuang muttered to himself, glanced at the layout of the courtyard, and understood. Then, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

Outside the Purple Orchid Pavilion, the Imperial Guards marched in a grand procession, blocking off the entire street. Their uniform steps, fine armor, and standard-issue powerful bows and crossbows clearly indicated that this was no ordinary force.

When the vultures attacked, the backup force stationed outside consisted of only a dozen or so people, whose bows and crossbows had already caused Zi Nu considerable trouble. Now, their numbers have increased many times over, and only their opponents can truly understand the extent of the threat they pose.

On the fourth floor, three people stood quietly behind a window that was slightly ajar.

Looking down at the densely packed army stretching as far as the eye could see, Zhang Liang couldn't help but gasp.

It is said that the martial arts world and the imperial court are not the same world. He had always wondered what the difference was between the martial arts world and the imperial court. After all, apart from Bai Yifei, the other three members of Ji Wuye's Night Curtain could be considered as martial arts forces.

This man, however, served as a Grand General in the imperial court, and the night was a deadly weapon he used to control the court.

Seeing this scene now, he suddenly realized that the martial arts world and the imperial court might not be the same world at all.

No matter how high one's cultivation level or how strong one's strength is in the martial arts world, how much chance of victory do they have when facing an army of thousands?

Human strength has its limits. Even the seemingly unfathomable young man beside him had to take a break after killing two top-tier experts from the Luo Wang. Facing thousands of soldiers and powerful crossbows, he still felt a sense of despair.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky sometime earlier.

Standing by the window, Xiu Yuan looked down at the long street below and sighed softly. The battle on the other battlefield seemed to have stopped, and that person seemed to have retreated.

"It's raining."

Upon hearing the boy's voice, Zhang Liang seemed to have thought of something, and then said softly, "This is a timely rain; we can take this opportunity to retreat."

Below, Ji Wuye walked over from the rear of the army.

Holding an eight-foot-long sword, the general stood arrogantly outside the gate of Zilan Pavilion. He shouted, "Listen up, you inside! I'm giving you a chance. Tie your hands and come out, and I might consider sparing your life!"

"Otherwise, this Purple Orchid Pavilion will be your burial ground!!"

Upon hearing Ji Wuye's words, Mo Ya unconsciously glanced towards Zi Lan Xuan. The battle taking place here was far more dangerous than the battlefield they had been on before.

But the commotion was surprisingly small. He suspected that the boy might have been seriously injured, after all, his opponents were two top-tier assassins.

After a while, seeing that Zilan Pavilion still hadn't moved, Ji Wuye's eyes turned cold. He raised his left hand and ordered his adjutant to wave his small flag. The Imperial Guards moved in unison, splitting into two lines, lighting their bows and arrows, and preparing to fire.

"Ji Wuye is going to use fire!!"

Zhang Liang's heart tightened, and his expression changed drastically.

He then looked at the young man beside him again. At least an incense stick's time had passed since Ji Wuye mobilized the Imperial Guards, but the other party had not made a move. He couldn't help but wonder whether what the other party had said before was true or false.

Will they really be able to leave calmly? Or is the other party just saving face and not telling the truth?

"Xiuyuan, a wise man avoids dangerous situations. There's still no movement from the Ninth Prince's side; perhaps we should retreat!"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Liang spoke up to remind him.

The boy did not answer. He withdrew his gaze from below and gently looked up at the sky.

“Zifang was right in saying something just now.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang felt a sense of relief. The feeling of walking on the edge of life and death was truly agonizing for anyone.

If the other party intends to retreat, then everything is negotiable.

"This is indeed a timely help."

A thoughtful look flashed across Zhang Liang's brows. Zilan Pavilion had two entrances, one in the front and one in the back. Given the current situation, if they were to break through, the back entrance might be the best option.

"Therefore, we can choose to break out through the back door."

Zhang Liang immediately looked up at the other person and offered his suggestion.

Nongyu, who was standing to the side, kept a close eye on the boy's expression. Hearing Zhang Liang's words, she felt a strange sensation rising in her heart. It seemed that Xiu Yuan did not intend to retreat?
"I had a deal with Miss Zi Nu before. I thought it wouldn't take me much effort, but things turned out differently."

Zhang Liang was taken aback; he didn't understand what Xiu Yuan meant.

Xiu Yuan's gaze shifted slightly as he looked towards the direction of the Han Palace. According to the trajectory of events in the other world, after leaving Lady Mingzhu's place, Han Fei would return to Zilan Pavilion, and Zhang Kaidi, Han Yu, and others would also arrive later. In this way, Ji Wuye's attempt to launch a strong attack or fire attack would become absurd.

However, judging from the current situation, this established trajectory seems to have deviated from its intended course.

He had joked with Zi Nu before, and the bargaining chip in that deal was Zi Lan Xuan. He didn't want this place, where he had lived for many days, to become a casualty of the battle, like another world.

"I once heard a poem that said: 'An ant trying to shake a giant tree, how laughable how it overestimates its own strength.' Today, I want to test whether there is anyone in this world who can rival the power of a thousand armies."

Upon hearing Xiu Yuan's words, Zhang Liang was startled. He searched through his memory but found nothing about the poem. Clearly, it was a poem he had never read before.

The meaning of the poem was simple and clear, immediately understandable. But when he understood the meaning of the poem, his eyes showed great astonishment. If he was not mistaken, this young man seemed to want to fight against the thousands of troops below with his own strength.

But no matter how he thought about it, he found it somewhat absurd.

"I long for the divine grace and bathe in its essence; I cherish the orchids and hold the precious jade in my hands."

Xiu Yuan let out a long sigh, and his aura changed accordingly.

At this point, Zhang Liang and Nongyu felt it most directly. If the boy standing here was just a somewhat otherworldly fellow, then at this moment he had become someone they needed to look up to.

"The sudden rain fell like arrows, striking the heavenly wolf; souls scattered on the riverbanks, their blood staining their robes!"

Then the boy spoke again, and the two of them suddenly felt a tremor in their hearts, and an indescribable fear surged into their hearts.

Suddenly, the young man in the green robe raised his hand and pointed in the air. The raindrops that were falling with the firelight froze instantly, stopping in mid-air in an unusual way.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Liang and Nongyu couldn't help but recall the scene when the other party used the Heavenly Sect's ultimate technique, "The World Loses Its Color." However, at that time, the entire world was stripped of its original color, while this time, he stopped the raindrops falling from the sky.

"Light rain? Sudden downpour?"

Zhang Liang pondered the words for a moment, a glint of shrewdness appearing in his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder if the other party intended to use the raindrops as weapons, but he found the idea too far-fetched. How could a tiny raindrop pose a threat to the armor of the Imperial Guards?
But the next moment, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he felt a strange, pricking sensation on his back.

This feeling came strangely, but he believed it wholeheartedly. He had a similar experience when he met Xuan Jian on the street.

After silently scanning the surroundings, he fixed his gaze on the night sky.

The once quiet night now exuded a chilling murderous aura, and the piercing fear made his hands tremble uncontrollably.

"How can this be??"

Just then, a cry of surprise reached Zhang Liang's ears. He turned around abruptly and found a girl who had appeared behind them at some point.

This person was none other than Yan Lingji, the girl from Baiyue.

At this moment, Yan Lingji's mouth was slightly open, her face full of disbelief. Although she knew that this young man was extraordinary, she still couldn't help but exclaim in surprise at his move.

Upon seeing Yan Lingji, Nongyu instinctively stood behind Xiuyuan, her hands forming a defensive stance.

Upon seeing this, Yan Lingji couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"She's not bad; she's a grateful younger sister."

Through her investigation, she confirmed that the people Xiu Yuan had asked her to escort were the parents of the girl in front of her. The girl's subconscious actions made her realize that she was a grateful girl.

"Don't be nervous. I'm just here to return something, and I also wanted to see if this kid is really dead."

Then Yan Lingji brandished the peach wood sword in her hand, and Zhang Liang and Nongyu were taken aback when they saw it.

"That sword strike from Xiu Yuan just now??"

These people from Baiyue are a dangerous and uncertain factor for Han, but for Liusha, they are an ally that can be brought in to help. Therefore, Zhang Liang's impression of Yan Lingji is not too bad, but it's not exactly good either.

"He saved my life."

Yan Lingji crossed her arms over her chest, and with the hand that wasn't holding the sword, she stroked her chin and chuckled, making no attempt to hide anything.

“We Baiyue people believe in repaying kindness with kindness and repaying evil with evil. He saved my life, so I naturally wouldn’t stand idly by when he was in danger.”

Upon hearing the explanation, Zhang Liang and Nongyu exchanged a glance, then nodded slightly.

"Look how nervous you all are. To be honest, even if I wanted to do something bad, you couldn't stop me."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

This wasn't the first time Liu Sha and Yan Ling Ji had dealt with each other, and what the other party said was absolutely right.

"But it seems that you don't need my help now."

Then Yan Lingji looked at the boy behind the window, her tone somewhat wistful. Who would have thought that a boy would possess such terrifying strength?

Below, Ji Wuye seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked up at the sky.

When one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one's perception of danger becomes extremely acute. Although Ji Wuye, as the great general of the State of Han, is not as skilled as Bai Yifei, his abilities are still exceptional.

Even Mo Ya and Bai Feng wouldn't last more than a few rounds in his hands.

With the changes taking place, he could naturally feel the terrifying pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, and the aura of death, which made his heart pound like a drum.

"Damn!!"

“What the hell is going on??”

Why do I have this feeling??

Ji Wuye tightened his grip on the eight-foot sword, the invisible pressure like a mountain pressing down on his heart, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"General, it seems the rain has stopped?"

Mo Ya came to his side and said with some surprise.

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuye frowned.

"The rain has stopped??"

As a martial artist, his five senses were far more acute than those of ordinary people. The sound of the drizzle falling on the roof in the distance could still be clearly heard by him, which clearly indicated that the rain had not stopped.

However, given where he was standing, not a single drop of rain fell, which was rather strange.

"Mo Ya, go up there and see what's going on."

Ji Wuye pointed to the sky, and Mo Ya couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Although his lightness skill was decent, it was far from enough to fly. Go up and take a look? Was Ji Wuye trying to send him soaring into the sky?
But he had no choice but to agree, since Ji Wuye didn't seem to be in a good mood.

He greeted Bai Feng, signaling for her to lend him a hand. Bai Feng didn't hesitate and shot several feather talismans into the air. Mo Ya then flashed, stepping on the feather talismans with his toes, and after several uses of leverage, he soared into the air.

However, after reaching a certain height, he found that no raindrops were falling. After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand and summoned a flock of crows to help him. He used their strength several times until he was three hundred feet away. Then he suddenly realized that an invisible force was blocking all the raindrops in mid-air.

Upon discovering this scene, Mo Ya was terrified and unconsciously swallowed. Then he felt a gaze watching him. Following his senses, he saw the boy standing on the fourth floor of Zilan Pavilion, a boy with his hands behind his back.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Mo Ya's mouth. So this was the work of this old man. Looking at the forbidden rain zone that almost completely enveloped the Imperial Guards, Mo Ya's eyes flickered.

He sighed softly. The other party was clearly trying to wipe them all out. The closer they got to the top layer of the rain curtain, the more pronounced the heart-pounding feeling became.

He was certain that if those things fell, he wouldn't be able to stop them.

After investigating the situation, Mo Ya no longer hesitated, then swooped down and went straight to Ji Wuye's side to report: "General, the rain curtain has been intercepted."

Just then, a voice rang out from the depths of Ji Wuye's heart.

"Retreat or die!!"

Ji Wuye trembled. This method reminded him of the Taoist practice of transmitting sound through the heavens, but the unquestionable attitude in the tone of the voice infuriated him.

As the Grand General of Han, having mobilized the entire Imperial Guard of Xinzheng to apprehend the criminal at Zilan Pavilion, how could he possibly just retreat without a reason? What would others think of him? What would become of his reputation?
Seeing Ji Wuye remain silent, Mo Ya was taken aback. What was wrong with this general? His face was turning pale and then red, leaving Mo Ya completely bewildered.

"General??"

Mo Ya spoke up to remind him.

A cold glint flashed in Ji Wuye's eyes. Even if it meant mutual destruction, he couldn't just slink away like this.

"put!!"

A loud shout rang out, as if triggering a restriction between heaven and earth. Before the imperial guards could unleash their arrows, rain fell from the sky like swords, the sound of the arrows piercing the air like the chorus of ten thousand arrows.

When the raindrops reached a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) above the ground, a chilling pressure was transmitted to all the Imperial Guards.

Everyone instinctively looked up, only to see the sky completely white. They couldn't tell if it was raindrops, sword energy, or something else entirely.

But the result was that these tens of thousands of imperial guards were instantly severely damaged, their rockets flying wildly, and men and horses falling over.

"court death!!"

Upon seeing this, Ji Wuye was furious. Just as he was about to speak again, he was instantly knocked back several feet by two slightly larger raindrops. Feeling the immense pressure coming from eight feet away, his expression suddenly changed.

Such an attack would be extremely difficult for him to handle, let alone the Imperial Guards.

"Retreat or die!!"

The voice rang out from the depths of his heart once more. Ji Wuye gritted his teeth, his aura becoming exceptionally violent. He turned to look at Zi Lanxuan. This great general knew very well who was responsible for all of this.

He turned and looked at the Imperial Guards struggling to their feet nearby. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. Although the attack was powerful, it was also scattered. The Imperial Guards were wearing heavy armor and had not completely lost their fighting ability.

He didn't believe the opponent could pull off such an attack a second time.

Just as Ji Wuye was about to perish with the enemy, a burst of fire suddenly shot into the sky from the direction of the palace.

A cavalryman clad in heavy armor of the Imperial Guard raised his voice and shouted.

"The King has ordered us to return to the palace immediately to save him!!"

(End of this chapter)