Simultaneous Time Travel: Only I am left dead?

Manager Wang nodded indifferently.

"You need to be careful," Manager Wang's voice was low and sinister, sounding particularly jarring in the night wind. "The commotion in the western part of the city last night was quite significant. Now is a critical moment; we cannot afford the slightest mistake!"

The young prince nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Chen Yi stood in the shadows, a semi-transparent recording stone that had appeared in his palm at some point, perfectly capturing the scene and sound of the two talking behind the artificial hill.

"During this period, try to arrest as few rogue cultivators and those few good-for-nothings in the city as possible, and don't let them leave the capital," Steward Wang continued to instruct.

"Those few may not be very strong, but they can still provide you with food in the future."

At this point, his face contorted into a ferocious expression, becoming especially terrifying.

Meanwhile, in another room, a woman who was eavesdropping almost cried out in surprise.

Just then, a pair of long, strong hands reached out from the darkness beside them.

He swiftly wrapped one arm around her waist and covered her mouth tightly with the other.

A faint yellow light flashed across the two of them.

With a flash of light, the figures, heartbeats, breaths, and even temperatures of the two people instantly vanished from this space.

Only then did Chen Yi release his grip.

Mo Caihuan gasped for breath, her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the wooden floor.

She looked up and, using the sliver of moonlight shining down from above, saw the face of the person who had just saved her.

He wore a cloud-patterned brocade robe, had a face as handsome as jade, and possessed an otherworldly air.

Mo Caihuan's pupils dilated instantly, and a blush rose on her fair face due to extreme excitement and the relief of surviving a disaster.

"It's you! Immortal Master!" Mo Caihuan exclaimed in a slightly hoarse voice, "Brother Han... is he here too?"

Chen Yi looked at the Ink Ring on the ground and shook his head.

"Unfortunately, Junior Brother Han will probably not arrive in the capital for some time."

Chen Yi lowered his voice considerably, glancing through the crack in the window at Steward Wang, who hadn't gone far outside the artificial hill: "As for you, a mere mortal, how did you get involved in such a dangerous place?"

Moreover, she changed her appearance.

When Mo Caihuan heard that Han Li had not arrived, the light in her eyes dimmed slightly.

She bit her lower lip hard and gripped the rough hem of her maid's dress tightly with both hands.

"That Manager Wang outside... he's the Five Colors Sect Master who led the massacre of my entire Mo family back then."

Mo Caihuan looked down at the ground, her voice trembling.

"I went to great lengths to disguise myself and infiltrate Prince Xin's residence, thinking that if he was just an ordinary martial arts master, I could risk my life to find an opportunity to poison his food and take him down with me..."

Chen Yi listened quietly before speaking.

"Don't do anything foolish."

"I just used my divine sense to investigate him. He is not an ordinary martial arts master, but a true cultivator."

Although it is only the Qi Refining stage, the methods of a cultivator are far beyond what ordinary martial arts masters can match.

"Cultivators..."

Mo Caihuan's body trembled violently.

She leaned weakly against the cold wooden wall, her long, pale fingers almost digging into the flesh of her palms.

She looked up at Chen Yi, a very unpleasant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Another cultivator... Why do I always have to run into cultivators?"

Chen Yi looked at Mo Caihuan's lifeless eyes.

He offered no words of comfort, nor did he make any promise to avenge her.

Chen Yi reached into his storage bag, took out a jade talisman, and stuffed it directly into Mo Caihuan's cold hand.

"Only by surviving can you witness your enemy's fate. Crush it when you encounter danger; it might save your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yi's figure faded away inch by inch in the moonlight, turning into an imperceptible shadow and disappearing into the night deep in the corridor.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet gradually came to an end after about half an hour.

The old master, who had been treated as an honored guest by Prince Xin in the front hall, was respectfully welcomed back to an extremely luxurious independent courtyard within the Prince's mansion by several servants.

The door closed.

The old immortal master let out a long breath, and his previously composed and dignified demeanor instantly crumbled.

He strode to the table and eagerly opened the several brocade boxes piled on it.

The brocade box was filled with jade, agate, and gold bars, shimmering alluringly in the candlelight.

His eyes gleamed, and his hands kept caressing the glittering jewels.

The old immortal master picked up a top-grade luminous pearl the size of an infant's fist, breathed on it, and then carefully wiped it with his sleeve.

He held up the luminous pearl, squinting as he admired it.

The smooth, translucent surface of the luminous pearl reflected his own greedy face.

But behind his reflection, on that large rosewood chair, sat a young man in white robes holding a folding fan.

The old immortal master's breathing suddenly stopped.

The old man's fingers, which were forming a hand seal, suddenly froze. Before he could even muster a wisp of spiritual energy, it completely dissipated.

He suddenly turned around, and with a "thump," his knees slammed heavily onto the hard bluestone floor tiles. He scrambled and crawled toward the rosewood chair.

The luminous pearl slipped from his hand and rolled to the corner of the table.

"S-Senior..." The old man's voice trembled like a broken bellows in winter, "This junior was blind and didn't know you were here!"

He pressed his forehead firmly against the floor tiles, his whole body trembling violently as if it were a leaf.

Chen Yi sat upright in the large chair, and snapped the folding fan in his hand shut.

A heavy spiritual pressure, as heavy as a mountain, poured down on the old man without reservation, centered on him.

The old man felt a weight on his back, and his bones made a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound. His upper body, which was already pressed against the ground, was pressed down so hard that he could not move an inch, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

"Senior, spare my life!" The old man's forehead veins bulged as he squeezed out the words with almost all his might, "If I have offended you in any way, I am willing to offer up all my wealth, begging for your mercy!"

Chen Yi stood up, tapped his palm lightly with the fan ribs, and stopped in front of the old man.

"Your affair has been exposed, are you aware of it?"

Chen Yi's tone was flat and even.

Upon hearing this, the old man's mind raced, and cold sweat dripped from the tip of his nose onto the floor tiles.

"Senior, please understand! This junior truly knows nothing!" The old man gasped for breath, speaking rapidly. "This junior is merely a wandering cultivator. Half a month ago, I passed through the capital and happened to discover that the young prince possessed a meager spiritual root aptitude. Coveting worldly riches and glory, this junior took him in as a nominal disciple to earn a living. As for Steward Wang... this junior has only glimpsed him a few times in the manor; I have absolutely no idea what kind of shady dealings they've been up to!"

Chen Yi lowered his eyes and scanned the old man with his divine sense.

The old man's spiritual energy was chaotic and lacked the sinister aura unique to those who practiced evil and demonic arts.