Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

State Preceptor Wen stood at the gate of the manor, with raging firelight and thick smoke behind him.

Where was there even a trace of his otherworldly demeanor at this moment?

His white clothes were charred and mottled, with smoke still rising from the cuffs. His hair seemed to have been licked by the flames, half of his hair bun was undone, and his refined and gentle mask was completely shattered.

He gritted his teeth, his gaze like a poisoned knife, staring intently at Minglan: "Minglan, you're something else, daring to betray me."

Minglan raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

Enraged, the Imperial Preceptor Wen raised his hand and struck out with another palm.

This palm strike was brimming with internal energy, and the whistling sound it generated was so sharp it hurt the eardrums; it was meant to take her life directly.

At that very moment, a series of rapid rustling sounds of clothes breaking in the morning light suddenly rang out.

Dozens of dark figures emerged from the hazy daylight.

One of the figures was the fastest, striking out with a palm in mid-air, the force of which collided perfectly with the palm of the National Preceptor.

The two palm strikes collided in mid-air, producing a muffled explosion, and the shockwave sent pebbles flying everywhere.

The Imperial Preceptor had no time to dodge and was so shocked that he staggered back several steps, his heels scraping against the stone slabs with a screeching sound, before he finally managed to stand still.

Yun Shengsheng looked at the newcomer, then at the disheveled Wen Guoshi, and her mouth formed an "O" shape.

[Wait, wait, wait, what did I just see? Another Mr. Wen?! One in gray, one in white... two Mr. Wen in total? No, two Imperial Preceptors Wen?]

Her head spun back and forth between the two of them three or four times, her eyes wide open.

What's going on? Am I seeing things? How can there be two people who look exactly alike?

When Yan Shijin saw the person who had arrived, he finally breathed a sigh of relief; the person had finally been rescued.

He had actually noticed something was wrong with Mr. Wen before the Lunar New Year.

The changes weren't significant, they were so subtle that others wouldn't notice them unless they were paying close attention. But since he and Mr. Wen had known each other for two lifetimes, those subtle differences were quite obvious.

Mr. Wen's attitude towards him lacked something—genuine concern.

Adding to the fact that several minor details didn't add up, he quietly and slowly investigated, finally confirming that the person next to him was an imposter.

But where is Mr. Wen really?

He always felt that with Mr. Wen's martial arts skills and intelligence, it was impossible for him to be in trouble so easily. In order not to alert the enemy, he kept quiet, pretending that he had not discovered anything, and secretly investigated. Finally, he found the clue that Mr. Wen was imprisoned.

The series of events that have occurred in the past few days are all intended to divert the attention of the Imperial Preceptor Wen, so that Mo Ning and his group can take advantage of the chaos to search for and rescue people.

Seeing Yun Shengsheng's surprised expression, Yan Shijin couldn't help but explain to her, "This gentleman who just arrived is Mr. Wen. The one with the disheveled face is Imperial Preceptor Wen. The two of them should be... twins, right?"

He spoke with such certainty because he had observed carefully and confirmed that the Imperial Preceptor Wen's face was real, not some kind of disguise. Yet, it looked exactly like Mr. Wen, leaving only one explanation.

Yan Shijin's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but everyone around could hear it clearly.

When the Imperial Preceptor was told he was covered in dust and dirt, his face instantly turned ashen as he stared intently at the face in front of him that looked exactly like his own.

Mr. Wen was wearing a simple gray robe made of rough material. His cheeks were sunken, his face was pale, and he had obviously lost a lot of weight. The robe hung loosely on his body.

Even in this appearance, the aura of a solitary orchid in a secluded valley remained undiminished as he stood there.

Mr. Wen also looked at the Imperial Advisor with a complicated expression.

Half a month ago, he was drugged by his long-lost younger brother, losing all his martial arts skills. He was locked in a dark dungeon, where he was kept alive by a bowl of thin porridge and forced to drink medicine that drained his martial arts power every day.

If Yan Shijin's men hadn't found him, he wouldn't know when he would have been able to get out.

After a long pause, Mr. Wen finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Wen Yuantai, you can leave now. I'll let you go this time, but there won't be a next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew a dagger from his waist and, without hesitation, slashed his face horizontally. Blood streamed down his cheek, the cut so deep it revealed the bone.

"From this day forward, we are severing all ties. You are no longer allowed to use my face to do evil."

Everyone was stunned.

Mo Ning's hand remained on the hilt of his sword, and the black-clad guards behind him exchanged bewildered glances.

Even Yan Shijin gasped in surprise.

Yun Shengsheng involuntarily covered her face with both hands, as if the knife had been used to cut her face.

[My God, that's incredibly cruel to yourself! You didn't even blink after a single cut! Mr. Wen, are you made of iron?!]

That looks so painful!

Yan Shijin stood up and walked forward, wanting to say something, but Mr. Wen raised his hand to stop her.

Yan Shijin opened her mouth, but swallowed her words back.

Seeing that he had stopped speaking, the others dared not say anything more.

At this moment, Xiangzhu also ran out of the manor, her face and body covered in black ash, with black blood still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

When she saw Mr. Wen, her eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything. She simply stood quietly behind Wen Yuantai.

Wen Yuantai stared at the wound on Mr. Wen's face that was still bleeding profusely, remained silent for a while, and then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Wen Zhuoqing, so what if you won't let me go? Do you really think you can keep me here? How ridiculous."

Mr. Wen frowned and stared at him, while pulling Yan Shijin back a little to prevent the other party from resorting to desperate measures.

Wen Yuantai gritted his teeth, "Although I made a mistake this time, I definitely won't lose to you next time! We'll see!"

After saying that, he took a step back and suddenly flicked his sleeve.

Then a cloud of white smoke suddenly exploded, so thick it was like a wall, instantly obscuring everyone's view.

"Master, cover your mouth and nose!" Mo Ning shouted, rushing up from behind and blocking Yan Shijin's way.

The other men in black rushed forward, all drawing their longswords and pointing them in Wen Yuantai's direction.

The smoke came and went quickly.

When the white mist was dispersed by the morning breeze, the place was completely empty. It was as if the Imperial Preceptor Wen and Duan Xiangzhu had vanished into thin air, leaving not even a footprint.

Yan Shijin's gaze swept around, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he said urgently, "Where's Shengsheng? Yun Shengsheng!"

Everyone then looked around in a panic, only to find that the little girl who had been squatting on the ground had vanished into thin air.

It was obvious who had taken them away. Yan Shijin pursed his lips. "Mo Ning, bring your people and come with me."

Mr. Wen immediately stopped him, "No, you can't leave."

With red eyes, Yan Shijin said, "Mr. Wen, Shengsheng is very important to me. I must save her..."