Daoqi Huangcheng

Chapter 30. I've been waiting for you for a long time.

The next day
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Sniff, sniff, sniff.
Hachi Hachi Hachi
The black demon hound rode ahead in a cloud of dust, leading a small team composed of cultivators and immortal guards, before stopping at a dilapidated temple in the outskirts of the capital.

The demon dog looked in the direction of the dilapidated temple.

Two celestial guards cautiously stepped forward and pushed open the temple door.

Inside the door, blood was as black as ink, splattered everywhere, and bloomed into several glaring red flowers on the wall.

Two headless corpses were suspended from the beams of the temple by strange black iron chains, their heads clutched tightly in the hands of the corpses, creaking and rattling as the wind rushed in through the open door.

One of the heads happened to be looking at the celestial guard who had entered first.

The celestial guard was terrified, slumped back into a seat, and stammered, "My lord..."

Outside the temple gate, Qingyue, the young lady, restrained her demonic hound and gazed into the distance. She was momentarily stunned by the sight of the two corpses hanging above the temple—the very same two men on duty at the inner gate of the Imperial City Temple: Lord Liu and Lord Ding.
Today, there are two leading cultivators: one named Ran Ming and the other named Yu Cheng.

Others were unaware that the Yu family were spies, but Qingyue knew. At this moment, she forced herself to remain calm and dared not look at Yu Cheng.

A chilly autumn wind blew by, making her scalp tingle and causing her to shiver involuntarily.

At this moment, Ran Ming strode into the temple, glanced at the two corpses on the roof beams, and then looked at the black iron chains binding the corpses, and couldn't help but frown.

Nearby, a celestial guard also recognized the strange black iron chain and couldn't help but shout, "This is the deadly lock of the Prince of Yan's personal guards!!"

Ran Ming frowned and said, "The Prince of Yan is loyal to the Great Yong Dynasty. This must be a frame-up by someone else. Don't make wild guesses."

As he spoke, he beckoned and said, "Little Pei, come and see if there are any other signs."

Not far away, Lady Qingyue obeyed the order and urged the demon dog forward.

Song Chen followed closely behind, but was stopped at the door. However, he did not rush forward, but stepped back and just looked at the two corpses from a distance.

Yu Cheng's expression shifted slightly as he glanced at the young man, a subtle glint of something unusual flashing in his eyes.

A moment later, Lady Qingyue returned.

Song Chen asked softly, "Are you an official from the Imperial City Temple?"

Qingyue, filled with fear, replied softly, "The one on the left is Lord Liu, an inner disciple of the fire element, and the one on the right is Lord Ding, an inner disciple of the wood element. Lord Liu has already broken through to the fifth level of Qi Gathering, and with wood aiding fire, the combined combat power of these two is formidable. But alas..."

Song Chen grabbed her hand.

Those hands were icy cold.

Qingyue felt the warmth of her husband's palm, which calmed her down a bit, but when she thought that even the strongest person in her family was only at the Qi Gathering stage, she couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Such undercurrents and whirlpools could kill even high-ranking officials like Lord Liu and Lord Ding without warning. If one's own family were to be drawn into it, the entire family would likely be slaughtered, leaving no one alive.

Suddenly, she noticed that Yu Cheng seemed to be looking in her direction.

She glanced at it out of the corner of her eye.

I'm really watching!!

The fat face was looking at her with a strange glow.

Qingyue's heart suddenly started pounding wildly, and she felt a stinging pain in her back.

But upon closer inspection, they discovered that Yu Cheng didn't seem to be looking at them; rather, his gaze passed right through them, fixed on the corpses in the temple.

Song Chen was also watching.

My wife has already explained it clearly enough.

And he made a decision.

He looked at Lord Liu on his left, the fire-elemental inner disciple of the Imperial City Temple who had reached the fifth level of Qi Gathering.

A strange, broken mirror appeared in his eyes.

In the mirror, Lord Liu's image slowly emerged and remained there.

Song Chen blinked, and the mirror in his eyes disappeared again.

That night
For once, Qingyue took the initiative and became the host.

In the autumn chill, sweat rolled down his body, illuminated by the dim red candlelight, soaking his undergarments.

The rumbling sound of the wooden planks pressing down gradually subsided.

Qingyue, the young lady, nestled her exquisite and curvaceous body in Song Chen's arms. The fear in her mind had not yet been completely dispelled, but the fatigue from the busy day and the exhaustion from the frenzy just now made her consciousness somewhat blurred.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, she suddenly saw Yu Cheng.

Yu Cheng was right outside the window.

The face was staring straight at her.

He's laughing!

Soon, the smiling face gradually grew larger, so large that it seemed as if she had rolled onto the cold plate, where she and her sister were also on the plate, and that face was looking down at them.

Yu Cheng picked up his chopsticks, grinned maliciously, drool dripping from his mouth, and greedily scooped food into the plate.

She was suddenly startled, her body jerking like a shrimp thrown into a hot oil pan.

Song Chen opened his eyes, looked at the woman in his arms, feeling her wet body, and said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Young Lady Qingyue gasped in fear, taking several breaths to calm down before saying, "Too many people have died lately. It's alright."

Immediately afterwards, she added, "Tomorrow morning, you and your sister should leave early, and don't walk at night these days."

Song Chen responded, then suddenly pulled his arm out from under Qingyue's neck, lifted the covers, and got off the bed.

Qingyue, the young lady's beautiful face showing curiosity in the candlelight, asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Chen said, "Look how sweaty you are, are you thirsty? Let me pour you a cup of tea."

After he said that, Miss Qingyue did indeed feel thirsty.

She responded, her large, dark eyes quietly fixed on Song Chen. Her damp bangs clung haphazardly to her snow-white skin, making her look as adorable as a porcelain doll. She watched Song Chen intently as his strong body moved through the candlelight.

She didn't blink, as if they were about to part ways forever.

Whether she loves this man or not, he is ultimately her husband, one of the closest people to her in this world.

She wanted to remember what he looked like.

In her eyes, her husband quickly poured himself a cup of tea and sat back down on the couch.

She took the tea, but before she could drink it, she suddenly heard her husband asking her a curious question.

"Who is stronger, Yu Cheng or Lord Liu?"

Lady Qingyue said, "Lord Liu should be stronger. He has already entered the fifth stage of Qi Gathering. Yu Cheng is about the same as my brother-in-law, um... Que Shenyun."

Song Chen said, "Drink it."

Qingyue drank the tea in one gulp, and the cool sensation rushed into her body. She lay back down, but for some reason, a strong feeling of drowsiness washed over her.

She opened and closed her eyes briefly before falling into a deep sleep.

When Qingyue woke up again, she felt that she had had a good sleep. She slept very deeply, so deeply that almost all the fatigue of the past few days had melted away.

Bright sunlight streamed down as the curtains were lifted, casting intermittent light and shadow over the enclosed space.

She felt the jolting and heard the sound of horses' hooves.

She suddenly opened her eyes, startled, and looked around, only to find herself in a train carriage.

Opposite her was her eldest sister, and outside the curtain, driving the carriage, was her own husband.

Lady Qianxue showed an extremely helpless expression.

Just then, the carriage stopped.

Song Chen turned around and went to the back.

Qingyue, the young lady, glared fiercely at Song Chen like an enraged mother leopard.

Song Chen smiled and said, "We left the city at dawn, and it's past noon now. It's getting late, my wife. Are you hungry?"

Qingyue angrily punched her husband, scolding, "What are you doing! What are you doing! What do you want to do!"

Song Chen grabbed her shoulders and said, "Knowing it was certain death, why did you stay in the capital?"

Young Lady Qingyue said, "What do you mean, 'died'? How could I be dead?"

Song Chen said, "Prince Yan, the spy operation has already involved far too many things. It's a meat grinder, a bottomless pit."

If you were just a minor official in the Celestial Guard, that would be fine, but you have to go to the scene.

In such an environment, you could easily die.

Young Lady Qingyue said, "But Lord Ranming ordered me to be on standby at any time. I... I'm deserting in the face of battle, I..."

Song Chen said, "It's too late to go back now."

He took out a white flour pancake and handed it to Qingyue.

Qingyue, the young lady, quietly began to eat her pancake.

As she was eating, she suddenly saw a face.

A face I saw in a nightmare.

Yu Cheng's face.

She thought it was a hallucination, but when she squinted again, she realized it wasn't.

Yu Cheng appeared on the throne at some point, smiling at the three people in the carriage with the same expression Pei Qingyue had in her nightmare. Suddenly, he looked at Madam Qianxue and said, "We were destined to be married, but it was inexplicably delayed. Why don't we continue our marriage today?"

As he spoke, his lewd gaze swept over Qingyue, the young lady beside him, and he laughed, "Your sister can keep you company."

Then, he looked at Song Chen and said, "Don't force me to use Soul Search. If you don't want them to be tortured by me, hand over the opportunity yourself."

The two women from the Pei family stood there stunned, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Song Chen sighed and stood up.

Yu Cheng laughed and said, "What? You still want to make a move?"

Song Chen said, "We have to give it a try."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pulled a sword out of thin air.

The sword gleams, this is the metal-type divine power [Golden Edge], and there is fire outside the gleam, this is the fire-type divine power [Crimson Flame]. Water and wood energies surge out at the same time, water helps the metal to rise, and wood helps the fire to burn fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, Song Chen raised his hand and swung his sword, the terrifying spiritual energy on the blade suddenly exploding.

Yu Cheng was so shocked he almost jumped up. His pupils constricted, and he reacted with lightning speed, leaping outside the carriage. He saw two straw puppets that had appeared out of nowhere; these puppets, previously hidden beneath the carriage, now sprang forth, each wielding a spirit shield, blocking his path.

when!
He was blocked.

laugh! !

A sword pierces the heart.

Song Chen followed the sword, pinning Yu Cheng to the ground.

Yu Cheng looked at him in disbelief, her lips twitching as if she wanted to say something.

Song Chen didn't waste any words, nor did he listen to what he wanted to say. Instead, he dismembered the body with a single sword strike, and then said to the corpse, "Actually, I wasn't sure if you would come, but I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After saying that, he bent down, touched the corpse, and pulled out a storage bag.

Next, he put the body into his storage bag, turned around, mounted his horse, and quickly drove away from the scene as if fleeing for his life.

(End of this chapter)