My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Qi Yu was also stunned. The kind old lady was dead? Or was it Old Wang who killed her?

Qi Yu didn't believe Song Yuntao's words at all. He knew what kind of person Wang Defa was.

Although he can be a bit sarcastic and likes to make hurtful remarks, he is essentially a kind and loyal person.

Did you see it with your own eyes?

Song Yuntao smiled sadly and said, "I saw him standing next to my mother's body with my own eyes, his hands stained with my mother's blood. Meixiang was also sitting on the ground, her clothes tattered, crying. Do you know how I felt at that time?"

"My best brother, he fucking slept with my woman, killed my mother, do you know that kind of pain? Do you fucking know?"

As he spoke, Song Yuntao's eyes turned bloodshot, his hair became disheveled, and he roared and howled, looking extremely crazy and insane.

"What did you do that day?" Qi Yu asked.

After roaring, Song Yuntao calmed down a bit and said indifferently, "Chang Lian is hosting a banquet at the Jiaofangsi and has invited me to attend!"

Qi Yu looked at Song Yuntao without saying a word.

By sheer coincidence, Chang Lian invites you to a banquet on this very day? And by sheer coincidence, you turn back halfway and witness Lao Wang committing murder?

Did your IQ get eaten by a dog?

Meixiang? She was originally Chang Lian's person, a servant in the mansion, and also Chang Lian's person.

Wang Defa's defense is completely meaningless.

If I hadn't interfered and helped Song Yuntao write the poem, he wouldn't have met Chang Lian, and none of these subsequent events would have happened.

Even if Song Yuntao resented them and they lost that friendship, at least things wouldn't be like they are now.

"I'll ask one last time, where's Lao Wang?" Qi Yu asked in a deep voice.

He didn't reveal his speculation that Song Yuntao had gone mad and was no longer listening to anyone.

Song Yuntao wiped away the tears on his face, then looked at Qi Yu, grinned, and said, "He's dead! I took the sword and slowly stabbed it into his chest, watching him cough up blood and slowly die in agony."

"I still remember the look of agony on his face before he died. It was so satisfying!"

Qi Yu looked at Song Yuntao indifferently, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"What about Old Wang's health?"

Song Yuntao chuckled and said, "My head will be offered as a sacrifice in front of my mother's mourning hall, and as for my body, I'll chop it up and feed it to the fish!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yu could no longer maintain his composure; his eyes turned bloodshot, and his long hair began to dance without wind.

"Song, Yun, Tao!!"

Looking at Qi Yu's appearance, Song Yuntao gave a disdainful sneer.

"Are you angry? Are you going to kill me for Wang Defa? Just because you're a scholar who can't even kill a chicken?"

"I know you are a guest of honor of the Crown Prince, but you yourself are really too weak. Without the Crown Prince, you are nothing!"

"Everyone says you're so clever. You've only been in the capital for half a month, and you've already turned the city upside down."

"But now it seems you were really stupid!"

After a pause, Song Yuntao clapped his hands, and a young man immediately walked out from the main entrance, stood beside Song Yuntao, and looked at Qi Yu indifferently.

Qi Yu recognized this person; he was Chang Lian's personal bodyguard!

rustling...

There was a rustling sound on the mountain path beside them, and then a group of guards holding weapons slowly walked out.

Song Yuntao looked at Qi Yu indifferently and said, "Qi Yu, you are really stupid! You went to the East Palace and didn't even see the Crown Prince, yet you still dare to come here to see me?"

Qi Yu went to the East Palace, hoping to get Li Ming's help, but Li Ming avoided him. What this meant was already very clear.

Qi Yu looked up and saw the dark, heavy clouds in the sky.

I invested in Li Ming myself, and the investment failed!

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Chapter Ninety-One: Hypocrisy

Inside the main hall of the East Palace!

Li Ming stood by the window, looking at the dark, heavy clouds, his expression indifferent.

"Your Highness, Qi Yu has arrived at Plum Blossom Manor outside the city!" a guard said respectfully.

Li Ming nodded without saying anything.

Li Minghai, dressed in full armor, stood next to Li Ming with a furrowed brow.

"Your Highness, do we really not need to send anyone to help?"

The aristocratic faction has spies among them, and they knew about the plan targeting Qi Yu three days ago.

This plan was devised by Chang Lian, and it began with the death of Wang Defa.

"Commander Li, do you know what Qi Yu has been doing these past few days?" Li Ming asked.

Li Minghai shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

Li Ming sighed and said, "Qi Yu is a very talented person. I admire his talent, so I am willing to gradually influence him and believe that one day I can bring him under my command and entrust him with important responsibilities."

"But plans can't keep up with changes. He suddenly became the disciple of the sect leader, which I never expected. Qi Yu is no longer that unsuccessful scholar; he has escaped control."

Li Minghai didn't quite understand what Li Ming meant, but he could vaguely make out what Li Ming meant.

Previously, Qi Yu was just an ordinary scholar with no background, so Li Ming had enough patience to influence Qi Yu, since Qi Yu was still under his control.

Suddenly, Qi Yu became the disciple of the sect leader, and his status changed drastically. Qi Yu was no longer under the control of the crown prince.

For a capable and wise person like Qi Yu, it's best to control him if possible; if not, then killing him is the only option.

However, Qi Yu was ostensibly his guest, and also a disciple of the sect leader, so Li Ming could not make a move, or even show any hostility.

Because in the eyes of all the soldiers and retainers, Li Ming was a wise man who was courteous to scholars, gentle and refined, and had great talent and ambition, and cared deeply for the people.

So today, when Qi Yu came to the East Palace to ask for help, Li Ming instructed the guards to say that he was not there.

The powerful families want to kill Qi Yu, but it's not Li Ming who wants to kill him. He won't do anything and will be free to develop his own power during his term.

Isn't the governing philosophy of Taoism "governing by non-action"?

Am I not practicing 'non-action' right now?

"Has Wanliu Garden been protected?" Li Ming suddenly asked.

Li Minghai nodded and said, "We've already sent people to protect him!"

Li Ming nodded and smiled, "Good! Make sure to protect Qi Yu's wife. If she loses even a single hair, let the guards bring you their heads!"

"Yes!" Li Minghai replied firmly.

Li Ming looked at the dark, heavy clouds and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

If Qi Yu dies, it means that Qi Yu was just so-so. Although it's a bit of a pity, there's nothing we can do. After all, Qi Yu has escaped our control.

If the sect leader intervenes and saves Qi Yu, and Qi Yu survives, and if he sends troops to protect Wanliu Garden and his wife, Qi Yu, given his love for his wife, will surely be grateful.

So, he had indirectly made contact with the next leader of the sect. Although it was a pity that he could not completely control Qi Yu, gaining the support of the Taoist sect was not bad.

Whether Qi Yu lives or dies, he can still profit, so why not?

It's going to rain!

Splash...

A heavy autumn rain fell from the dark sky. It wasn't heavy, but it was very cold, chilling to the bone and to the heart.

Because Chang Lian's fifth-rank young guard handed the longsword to Song Yuntao.

"Young Master Song, please!"

Song Yuntao looked at the longsword and understood that this was Chang Lian's intention. He took the longsword and looked at Qi Yu.

Song Yuntao was also a martial artist; otherwise, how could he have become a constable in Jiangzhou City?

However, his rank is not very high, only ninth rank.

Even for a ninth-rank official, killing a weak scholar is still quite easy.

"After you killed the old queen, is your next move to kill me?" Qi Yu asked Song Yuntao through the autumn rain.

Song Yuntao held a long sword in his right hand, the tip of which pointed diagonally at the ground. The rainwater hitting the sword gathered into a stream and slid down from the tip.

The water flowing from the sword tip continued to wash over a small blade of grass without shifting at all, which showed that the hand holding the sword was very steady.

Why is it stable?

Because it's heartless!

Boring emotions will only affect the hand that wields the sword!

pat!

Song Yuntao, carrying his long sword, stepped into a puddle of sewage mixed with rainwater and mud, and walked down the stone steps. With each step, a circle of water splashed up.

Qi Yu looked indifferently at his former best friend, who was carrying a sword and walking resolutely in the rain, and felt a mix of emotions.

Although he has been in this world for so long and has a good reputation and knows many people, the only people he can truly call brothers and friends are Wang Defa and Song Yuntao.

Soon Song Yuntao walked to a distance of two zhang in front of Qi Yu, then raised his long sword, with true energy swirling around the blade.

Now, with just a flick of his wrist, Qi Yu's head will fall to the ground.

From then on, no one knew his secret anymore; he had everything: power, women, money, glory, and status.

Song Yuntao looked at Qi Yu, grinned, and said, "Qi Yu, my best brother, thank you!"

Qi Yu looked at Song Yuntao indifferently and asked, "I'll ask you one last question. Considering we were once friends, I hope you'll answer me honestly!"

“Go ahead and ask!” Song Yuntao said with a smile.

"What did you feel when you personally plunged the longsword into Old Wang's heart? Did you feel regret or hesitation?" Qi Yu asked.

Song Yuntao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said with a smile, "No! I felt very relieved and comfortable at the time. I even chopped off Old Wang's head with my own hands."

"Really?" Qi Yu lowered his head, his eyes hidden by his bangs.

Song Yuntao's expression turned ferocious and terrifying, and he swung his long sword down fiercely.