I Possess a Scroll of Demon-Subduing Records

Hua Nianrou experiences this pain every day.

But she persevered and grew more energetic every day.

This was because whenever she thought about how Tuoba Yu would suffer the same torment in the future, she only wished for the pain to come even more intensely.

Song Yun knew that this day would come sooner or later.

He looked at Hua Nianrou, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Ten years ago, he rescued a little girl and, seeing her suffering, began to raise her himself.

Although the Quanzhen Taoist priests do not marry, they are not without human hearts. After raising Hua Nianrou for many years, Song Yun treated her like a daughter. However, Hua Nianrou was burdened with a deep-seated blood feud and did not learn the orthodox Taoist methods taught by Song Yun. Instead, she devoted herself to studying unorthodox techniques.

He can't control them, so he can only let nature take its course.

As a result, Hua Nianrou devised a method to conceal poison within herself and decided to serve the thief.

At this point, he could no longer stop it. Hua Nianrou's poison had entered her body, and if the plan was not carried out, she was destined to die young.

Song Yun had no choice but to cooperate.

He had long anticipated this day, but when it finally arrived, he still couldn't remain calm.

When the time for parting came, he didn't know what to say and could only sigh in vain.

Seeing that Song Yun remained silent, Hua Nianrou suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

“Master, I am an unfilial disciple. I have failed to inherit your mantle, failed to be filial to your side, and have disappointed you many times.”

However, all thirty-seven members of the disciple's family and fifty-two members of the brother-in-law's family died at the hands of Tuoba Yu. The disciple was fortunate to be rescued by the villagers, but the villagers were also bullied and trampled on by Tuoba Yu.

A blood feud cannot go unavenged.

"I owe my master a debt in this life, and I will repay it in my next life."

Song Yun quickly helped Hua Nianrou up and sighed, "Foolish child, why did you have to do this! You are weak, don't kneel."

Song Yun felt no resentment towards this disciple; he only regretted that after half a lifetime of cultivation, he couldn't even protect one disciple.

Although the rise and fall of dynasties in the human world are determined by Heaven, and cultivators like him are meant to stay away from the mortal world and follow the way of Heaven, he still felt resentful.

A lifetime of spiritual practice is for seeking ultimate freedom.

But where does his freedom come from now?

"Xiao Rou, let me ask you this: if you had let go of your hatred and followed me in cultivation, you could at least have achieved longevity and lived a carefree life for a hundred years. You would not have to die so young and beautiful, suffering so much torment and hardship, and now you have to submit to your enemy."

So, do you regret it?

Hua Nianrou smiled slightly. She looked delicate, but her eyes were exceptionally firm.

"I would not regret dying nine times over if I could kill the enemy."

"What a wonderful statement, 'unwavering even in the face of death'! Just for those words, I have no regrets about taking you as my disciple."

The master and apprentice exchanged a glance, and nothing more was needed.

“It’s time for me to go. I heard that Tuoba Yu disregarded the Grand Sacrifice’s prohibition and sent people to search for beauties in the city. I’ll give him a chance.”

Master, please take care.

"Go."

Song Yun turned around, waved his hand, and only after hearing the door close did he rub his eyes.

Then, he tapped several acupoints on his body.

He had endured enough of the policy of patient development.

His disciples were willing to die, so what was there for him not to dare to do?

The lockdown had just been lifted when the knocking started again.

"Mr. Songyun, a gentleman who calls himself the Master of Shushan Mountain has come to visit. Shall we let him in?"

"!!!"

The Master of Shushan? Brother Yuanhua? He's arrived just in time!

Even after the seal was lifted, Song Yun wasn't entirely confident of victory, as he was aware that two high priests had come to the city.

It would be somewhat difficult for him to fight against the two major sacrifices of the Northern Wei Dynasty on his own.

Adding Lu Yuanhua makes all the difference.

As the two Buddhist and Taoist masters met, Lin Yi finally rode his horse to the outskirts of Chang'an.

The speed was a little slower than expected.

I originally thought it would only take a day and a night to get there.

As a result, there were roadblocks on the road to intercept them, and Lin Yi had no choice but to kill them all.

They took a short break in the middle, which delayed the event by one day.

Arriving at the foot of Chang'an, Lin Yi looked at the ancient capital and was filled with emotion.

Qin's Xianyang and Han's Chang'an have now fallen into the hands of the Hu people.

He came here today not to reclaim lost territory, but to kill.

Before taking action, Lin Yi, as usual, wanted to open his third eye.

Unfortunately, with the spiritual essence sealed, the full-map effect of the Heavenly Eye cannot be activated.

Fortunately, Lin Yi's eyes possessed a unique ability; his Heavenly Eye was sealed, but only half of it was sealed.

In the past, opening one's third eye meant being above the heavens, looking down upon the world from a third-person perspective.

Now that we no longer have an overhead view, we can still see the atmosphere of the city.

Upon seeing this, Lin Yi was immediately stunned.

Nearly ten towering pillars of heaven—Lin Yi, with his experience, knew that these represented experts of the first rank or higher.

Only a top-tier expert possesses this level of aura.

Good heavens, what happened to the saying that there are only nineteen first-rank officials in the world?

Chapter 381 Come with me, let's serve the prince.

Lin Yi originally thought that once he arrived in Chang'an, he could immediately unleash his full power and kill Tuoba Yu.

Upon arriving outside Chang'an, they found the city teeming with experts, leaving them completely bewildered.

It was said that there would only be nineteen first-rank experts in the world. We know that's an exaggeration; maybe the number could be tripled.

The problem is that you have ten first-rank officials in just one city, Chang'an. Isn't that a bit excessive?

Even considering the worst-case scenario, where the opponents might all be enemies, Lin Yi was still somewhat confident in taking on three opponents at once. But one against ten would be truly difficult.

"Brother Yi, have you discovered something?"

Seeing Lin Yi's solemn expression, and not moving forward after reaching the city gates, Wang Wei must have some reason for asking this question.

Lin Yi sighed, "I know a technique of observing qi. I saw that the city was crouching like a tiger and coiled like a dragon. It probably won't be so easy for me to kill Tuoba Yu."

Wang Wei nodded. The ability to observe qi was not a particularly rare supernatural power; many people knew it.

He had previously worried that Lin Yi would be reckless, but now it seems that this fellow Daoist is both brave and resourceful, and will not act rashly based on reckless courage. He also knows to observe the situation before taking action.

"In that case, fellow Daoist, are you going to give up?"

"Of course not."

As I said before, "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening." But on the way, he dealt with some scum and killed a bunch of people. He didn't arrive until the next day. Anyway, tonight, he has to chop up that mop.

Given the current situation, a direct assault is not an option, so a proper infiltration is also possible.

"I'll figure out a way to sneak in, and then I'll find a way to kill him. Let's part ways here!"

Since Wang Wei has already released the spiritual essence, he certainly cannot go with him to assassinate.

Lin Yi took the initiative to suggest it, which was also a way of saving face for Wang Wei.

Unexpectedly, Wang Wei said, "Fellow Daoist, go ahead. I will wait for you outside the city gate after nightfall. As long as you can get out of the city, we have these dozens of horses. You can escape wherever you want."

Seeing that Wang Wei's words were sincere, Lin Yi nodded in agreement.

Having someone to meet you is certainly a good thing; it's at least a form of insurance.

He still has sixty warhorses left from his capture. Some of them got tired on the way, so Lin Yi released them, considering them gifts to those who are destined to receive them.

The remaining sixty horses were naturally handed over to Wang Wei for management, and Lin Yi himself walked into Chang'an City alone.

If he could find a good opportunity to sneak into that mop-wielding prince's mansion, as long as he could get within a hundred paces of Tuoba Yu, he could suddenly kill him. Unless there was a first-rank expert guarding Tuoba Yu's side, he would guarantee that Tuoba Yu would be killed on the spot.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh, wishing he had a divine bow.

Given his characteristics, the bow and arrow are actually the most suitable weapon for him.

He is strong, so drawing a bow and nocking an arrow is no problem for him.

Furthermore, with dynamic vision, clairvoyance, and super hearing, coupled with the aid of the Heavenly Eye, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that an arrow could kill someone from 800 miles away.

However, he had seen many weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds while fighting with others along the way, but he rarely saw anyone wielding a bow and arrow.

While bows and arrows are indeed the strongest weapons among mortals, they are not so powerful among cultivators.

The distance is too great for true energy and spiritual essence to be transferred to the arrow. If the arrow is used only for its speed and power, it poses almost no threat to the cultivator.

The army's arrows, specifically designed to counter cultivators, also relied on sheer numbers; a dense volley of arrows was difficult to dodge.

In a 1v1 battle between cultivators, the hit rate of arrows is almost zero.

If the distance is far, the opponent has room to react; if the distance is close, it's not as convenient and quick as a sword aura.

Thus, bows and arrows became useless among cultivators, and gradually no one used them anymore.

But Lin Yi still felt that if he had a divine bow, he could definitely kill indiscriminately.

Unfortunately, no.

Perhaps sensing its master's thoughts, the Demon-Slaying Sword trembled restlessly a few times inside the cloud pouch.

The master already has a magical sword at home, yet he still wants the divine bow outside. Isn't that going too far?