Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Before Qian Tian could unleash his anger, another urgent report came from outside the palace.

"Report! Your Majesty! The body of Marquis Changping has been found in the moat."

Immediately following, announcements came one after another:

"Report! A compiler from the Hanlin Academy has been assassinated in his residence! A badge from the Xiyulou Pavilion was found at the scene."

"Report! The Vice Minister of Works has been murdered in a brothel!"

"Report!..."

"Report!..."

Within the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, dozens of "report" sounds echoed throughout the imperial study.

Each sound carried the news of the death of a court official or member of the royal family, and without exception, the murderer was from Xiyulou.

Qian Tian stood in the hall, looking at the people kneeling on the ground below, trembling with rage.

Unable to hold back any longer, he kicked over the chair next to him and roared:

"Damn the Drizzle Tower! They've wreaked havoc right under my nose! What do they take my capital for?!"

Qian Yuan quickly stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Brother, please calm down. Now is not the time to be angry."

He paused, his tone becoming more urgent:

"The Drizzle Pavilion is clearly retaliating against us; they're in the shadows while we're in the open."

Assassins are scattered throughout the capital; our people are simply no match for them.

If this continues, morale will plummet! The most urgent task is to find a way to stop it!

Qian Tian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging anger. He knew that Qian Yuan was telling the truth.

He took three deep breaths, and when he opened his eyes again, only a fierce determination remained in them:

"By imperial decree, the entire city is under martial law!"

"The Imperial Guards are to seal off all four city gates. Search every house, and arrest anyone acting suspiciously!"

"Furthermore, order the entire Hall of Offerings to mobilize and cooperate in the search! Anyone found near the Drizzle Pavilion must be killed without exception!"

"A bounty is offered: anyone providing information leading to the whereabouts of Xiyu Tower will be rewarded with ten thousand catties of gold; anyone who captures or kills one of them will be promoted three ranks in officialdom!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Qian Yuan dared not delay, accepted the order, and turned to leave with his entourage.

Qian Tian was the only one left in the Imperial Study. He stared at the suddenly gloomy sky outside the window, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He had initially thought that the Drizzle Pavilion was just an assassin organization, and even if it had some strength, it wouldn't be able to cause any real trouble.

Unexpectedly, they were caught off guard by the other side.

Not only was the Shadow Guard commander, Shadow, lost, but dozens of court officials and members of the royal family were also killed.

He's lost face big time this time, and he can't swallow this grudge.

……

The capital city of Qianzhou has long lost its former liveliness.

The imperial guards, armed with weapons, rampaged through the streets, kicking down doors and searching house to house, their shouts and cries of the people mingling together.

Every household kept their doors and windows tightly shut, the streets were deserted, and there were hardly any pedestrians to be seen; the air was filled with an atmosphere of fear.

"What's going on? Why are the Imperial Guards searching for people everywhere?"

"I heard that the Drizzle Tower killed many high-ranking officials and members of the royal family, and the imperial court is arresting them!"

"Tsk tsk, is this Xiyu Tower courting death? Daring to cause such chaos in the capital!"

"Just wait, the imperial court will definitely not let them off the hook. This organization won't be around for long!"

In the shadows of a street corner, Su Muyu and Zhao Gao stood quietly, listening to the people's discussions and the imperial guards' shouts.

Zhao Gao leaned against the wall, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and said in a low voice:

"Has Qian Tian gone mad? A city-wide curfew, searching aimlessly like headless flies—what's the point?"

"Our people were evacuated in batches long ago; he can't find them even if he digs three feet into the ground."

"You pulled off a brilliant comeback. Qian Tian is definitely too angry to sleep tonight."

Su Muyu's expression was cold, and her tone was indifferent:

"This is the price they pay for disturbing Xiyu Tower."

"What a pity," Zhao Gao clicked his tongue.

"Qian Yuan went to the palace ahead of time, otherwise we could have taken care of him as well. Now it will be much more difficult to make a move."

"It's alright, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Su Muyu glanced at the approaching Imperial Guards in the distance, her eyes darkening.

"We can't stay here any longer; any delay will expose us. Let's retreat!"

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Zhao Gao nodded.

The two moved swiftly, using the houses as cover to evade the searching officials and imperial guards.

They left the capital quietly and disappeared into the mountains outside the city.

After they left, martial law in the capital became even stricter, with the Imperial Guards, Shadow Guards, and the Imperial Palace searching for an entire day.

They arrested many suspicious individuals, but none of them were assassins from the Drizzle Pavilion.

Instead, it caused widespread resentment among the people of the entire capital.

The court officials stayed indoors, each feeling insecure, fearing that someone downstairs might be targeting them.

When the news reached the Imperial Study, Qian was furious and cursed:

"Useless! All of them are useless! So many people, and they can't even catch a hair on the head of the Fine Rain Pavilion!"

The air inside the hall suddenly felt heavy.

An aged figure appeared out of thin air, dressed in a long black robe, with white hair and beard.

The man exuding an imposing aura was none other than the Great Qian Ancestor, Qianxuan.

Seeing Qian Tian's furious expression, Qian Xuan frowned and coldly rebuked him:

"Hmph! Look at you now, roaring and raging, completely lacking the composure of an emperor. You've disappointed me greatly!"

Qian Tian instantly suppressed his anger, bowed his head, and spoke with a hint of guilt:

"Ancestor..."

He also realized he had lost his temper. Ever since he had suffered several setbacks at the hands of Yongye Tian, ​​he had been harboring a grudge.

This time, after being disturbed by Xiyulou, he couldn't control his temper at all and lost his usual composure.

"Alright, that's enough."

Qian Xuan waved his hand, his tone softening.

"You don't need to worry about the matter of Xiyu Tower."

"When the capital was in chaos just now, I secretly investigated and discovered two little mice,"

"I have left my mark on them, and by following that mark, I believe we will soon find the headquarters of the Drizzle Pavilion."

"I will personally take action and uproot them completely."

Qian Tian's eyes lit up, and his face instantly lit up with joy:

"Excellent! With your intervention, Ancestor, the Drizzle Pavilion has no chance of escape this time!"

"Clean up the mess in the capital and appease the people, then I'll go find the Drizzle Pavilion!"

After giving his orders, Qian Xuan vanished from the hall in a flash.

"Your grandson obeys!"

Qian Tian bowed respectfully, his heart finally at ease, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Xiyu Tower, this time I will make you pay for your crimes in blood!"

……

Central Region, Yongzhou.

Thunderclap Mountain Range, Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

The Left Protector of the Netherworld Palace, dressed in black robes, appeared in the main hall with a cold expression.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Pavilion Master Lei Jinghong quickly raised his hand in greeting:

"Left Protector, please have a seat!"

"No need for formalities."

The Left Protector waved his hand, his tone direct.

"Take me to see the Right Protector."

"Alright, Left Protector, please follow me."

Lei Jinghong didn't dare to delay and led him towards the pharmacy.

The pharmacy was filled with a rich aroma of herbs.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a light brown medicinal robe, was squatting in front of the medicine stove, turning over and drying medicinal herbs.

With wrinkles on his face and medicine stains on his hands, he looked like someone who had spent years studying medicine. He was none other than Elder Sun Yaochen of the Pharmacy.

Upon seeing Lei Jinghong lead his men in, Sun Yaochen quickly stood up and bowed, saying, "Sect Master."

"How is the Right Protector now?" Lei Jinghong asked directly.

"The situation is not good. Please come with me into the inner room to take a look."

Sun Yaochen sighed and led the two into the inner room.

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