Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

Chapter 160 Reversal of Life and Death

Looking at Yang Che, who was still arrogant, Ji Wuye was very indignant: What do you have to be arrogant about? Now I've got your sore spot.

"The case of the ghost soldiers robbing the military pay has been confirmed. Lord Anping and Lord Longquan are the prime suspects. The two of them used to run Huanhua Tower, but Huanhua Tower went bankrupt due to competition from Zilan Pavilion. Their extravagant lifestyle made it difficult for them to maintain their previous lifestyle, so they set their sights on the military pay." Yang Che stood in the hall, letting Ji Wuye fight him with all his might, and said to himself.

"So fast." Ji Wuye's gaze sharpened. Yang Che had found out about the Longquan Army and Lord Anping so quickly, and his deductions about the inside story were absolutely accurate.

"He's strong too." Cold sweat was already seeping from Ji Wuye's forehead. Yang Che was still able to speak while exchanging blows with him in terms of aura, which showed that Yang Che was not using his full strength.

"However, although Anping-kun and Longquan-kun are the king's younger brothers and of noble status, they are two good-for-nothings. How could they possibly have planned such a major case as the Ghost Soldiers robbing the king's salary? There must be someone behind them. In the whole of Korea, who has the qualifications and ability to manipulate the two as puppets? The answer is obvious."

As Yang Che spoke, he took another step forward, and Ji Wuye uncontrollably took two steps back.

"That is you, General." Yang Che said calmly, and the power of the Heavenly Demon he had gathered was crushing down on Ji Wuye without reservation.

In that instant, Ji Wuye felt his blood run cold, and a shadow of fear enveloped his mind.

"Don't be so arrogant." Ji Wuye shouted, drawing his sword and slashing at the food table in front of him. With a flash of cold light, the food table, made of high-quality peach wood, snapped in two.

He was using this method to break free from Yang Che's demonic power.

"State your conditions." Yang Che withdrew his imposing aura and regained his composure, as if he wasn't the one who had just forced Ji Wuye to the point of having no choice but to explode.

"I want you to put an end to the case of the Ghost Soldiers robbing the funds." Ji Wuye said, panting heavily. He had overestimated Yang Che as much as possible. After the clash of auras just now, he found that he still underestimated Yang Che. Yang Che's strength was even greater than he had imagined.

In the exchange just now, he was actually at a disadvantage. Although momentum does not represent true strength, for innate masters like them, momentum is a part of strength, and even a very important part.

Yang Che's aura was so strong that his martial arts skills could not be weak.

I might really be no match for him. Only by joining forces with Blood-Clad Marquis can I be confident of defeating him. As Ji Wuye pondered, his fear of Yang Che deepened.

How old is Yang Che? How could he possess such terrifying strength? Even a true master's disciple, at his age, would be a genius among geniuses just entering the Innate Realm. How could he have cultivated his power to such a level as Yang Che? Could it be that he will really be able to break through to the Grandmaster level in two or three years?

You must know that among the innate masters, Ji Wuye himself is among the strongest, having almost reached the peak of the innate master level. And Yang Che might be even stronger than him. What does that mean?

Even if Yang Che had started cultivating from the womb, he couldn't have achieved such rapid progress. Even if a master had imparted power to him, he still had to cultivate his own understanding of the power.

The more Ji Wuye pondered, the deeper his fear of Yang Che became.

Under Ji Wuye's apprehension, Yang Che resolutely refused, saying, "Impossible."

"Yang Che, don't push your luck. Do you really want to fight to the death?" Ji Wuye said sternly.

"I can get out of this case and hand it over to someone else; that's the only condition I can agree to," Yang Che said.

"You—" Ji Wuye's words came to an abrupt halt as he pondered the possibility Yang Che had mentioned.

Yang Che has now deduced that the case involves Anping Jun and Longquan Jun, and is only one step away from being passed on to them. However, this last step is also the most difficult. If Yang Che stops paying attention to this matter, it means that no one will be able to solve the case.

Is he admitting defeat in this way? Ji Wuye looked at Yang Che. Although he still couldn't see any expression on Yang Che's face, Ji Wuye felt that he had seen through Yang Che's thoughts.

He was just saving face, but in reality, he had already admitted defeat.

Thinking of this, Ji Wuye became even more composed, as if he were in control of the situation. His previous shame and anger vanished, replaced by a smile: "Alright, I guarantee that as long as you extricate yourself from this case, the Right Sima will never appear in Xinzheng again."

"Deal," Yang Che said.

Liu Yi looked helplessly at the scene before him. It was all because of him, but he was powerless to do anything about it. He had never felt so powerless before. He never thought that one day he would become a stumbling block for Yang Che. If it weren't for him, Yang Che would not have had to compromise with Ji Wuye.

But what could he do about it? Regret his choice back then? He did have some regrets, but what he regretted was not personally beheading Li Kai, which allowed Li Kai to become a bargaining chip for Ji Wuye.

Li Kai was also powerless at this moment. He had fallen into Ji Wuye's hands and could no longer control his own destiny. He certainly wanted revenge, but definitely not in this way. Besides, could he really get revenge now?

He is now merely a bargaining chip, a tool for Ji Wuye to threaten Yang Che. Perhaps, when Ji Wuye and Yang Che completely break off relations, he will be sacrificed. He is powerless to change this; he can no longer control his own destiny.

After Yang Che and Liu Yi left, Ji Wuye did not feel relieved. The strength that Yang Che had just displayed left Ji Wuye in shock. He clearly realized that, in terms of individual martial arts, he was now very likely no match for Yang Che.

"Immediately strengthen the defenses of the mansion to prevent our enemies from resorting to desperate measures," Ji Wuye instructed Mo Ya.

He was truly wary of Yang Che, wary of him in every way.

After returning to the Sikong Mansion, Yang Che fell ill, and his illness was very serious. He was unable to get out of bed the next day. After examining Yang Che, the imperial physician who came from the palace concluded that his life was hanging by a thread.

When the news reached the Han King's palace, King An panicked instantly. He had placed high hopes on Yang Che and expected him to solve the case of the ghost soldiers robbing the soldiers' pay. How could Yang Che suddenly fall seriously ill?

Is it really a case of heaven being jealous of talent?

He's sick? What a coincidence! Something's not right, not right at all. Could it be that Ji Wuye poisoned him at the banquet last night? That shouldn't be possible, but what else could it be? Madam Mingzhu's first thought was suspicion.

Unlike Han Wang'an's surprise and Lady Mingzhu's suspicion, some people were genuinely afraid when they heard the news.

In an instant, several women headed towards the Grand Minister's residence.

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