My Cold Sword Master

Chapter 27: Regret Your Move

This parade ground, which could accommodate 10,000 people, fell into deathly silence as the last corpse pierced with eagle arrows rolled down from the top of the wall.

The black-clad detectives and black-clad officers present knew very well that with the intelligence capabilities of the Dali Temple's Secret Service and Yebushou, the charges against Su Wanrou were absolutely not unjust.

These black-clad detectives rioted when they entered the training ground, and then rioted and fled at the same time after their crimes were read out.

Obviously, they are all accomplices.

After quelling the riot, Su Wanrou handed the list in her hand to the Golden Wing Guard beside her.

Just when everyone thought that the matter was over, they saw that Su Wanrou still had two cards left in her hand.

Those cold, clear almond-shaped eyes quietly looked at the thirty-five white-robed patrol officers in front of him.

More than four hundred black-clad officers immediately activated their spiritual energy, their faces were cold, while the other black-clad detectives took a deep breath and quickly retreated to make room.

When asked about the realm of emptiness, one has already transformed into a spirit and entered the void. The spiritual consciousness in the mind has already transformed into an empty spirit and can move away from the body.

Even if the physical body is destroyed but the spirit is not extinguished, it can survive by relying on some sinister means.

The gap between the Wenxu realm and the Hualing realm is no longer a difference in spiritual essence. The strong ones in the Wenxu realm have already integrated themselves into the void and created their own void space. Their spiritual essence has been coupled with the Great Dao and carries a trace of the power of the laws of heaven and earth.

Each of their attacks carries the power of the laws of heaven and earth, enough to destroy a person's body and spirit in the shattered space.

Su Wanrou said in a cold tone: "Ke Qingyuan, ask about the first level of the Void Realm, Xiao Qi, ask about the second level of the Void Realm."

As soon as the two names were announced, the other thirty-three white-robed patrol officers of the Questioning Void Realm immediately dispersed and trapped the tall and elegant white-robed scholar Ke Qingyuan and the white-robed man Xiao Qi who was as thin as a bamboo pole.

"Crime..."

"General Manager Su has a good method. Mr. Ke is in trouble."

The white-robed scholar Ke Qingyuan opened the ink bamboo folding fan in his hand and smiled gently and calmly.

Xiao Qi glanced at him calmly, his eyes indifferent, and said hoarsely, "Moji."

Ke Qingyuan closed his folding fan and said, "I have to leave a last word."

Su Wanrou looked at them quietly, her tone neither hurried nor slow:

"Ke Qingyuan, treason, colluded with the barbarians, sold out the Dingman reserve supply location, assisted the Wulieer Centaur tribe in the night attack on the Nanyuan Fortress, causing the Nanyuan Fortress to fall."

"Xiao Qi, treason, collusion with the barbarians, assassination of the Nanyuan Fortress's commander, and destruction of the fortress's ancient array."

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the white-robed patrol officers who had been a little doubtful just now turned cold.

Nanyuan Fortress, a forward fortress of the Great Zhou Dynasty in Manzhou, was nailed to the grassland like a nail. Relying on the ancient formation and the fearless Dingman Army, it was firmly nailed to the middle of the grassland, allowing the entire Nanman defense line to always control the movements of the grassland.

But three years ago, this fortress unexpectedly fell, and as a result, the Nanman defense line, which stretched for nearly a million miles, was completely defeated and had to shrink to the Dayuan River, where they could only face the barbarians across the river.

At this point, the Great Zhou Dynasty completely lost its control over the barbarians, and Dingman Hou lost trust in the dynasty, becoming a person who only obeyed orders but not announcements.

"Detain these two people for interrogation."

"promise!"

Two Golden Wing Guards in the Questioning Void Realm and thirty white-robed patrol officers shouted orders at the same time, but before they could take action, something strange happened!

"puff--!"

With a sound of flesh being torn apart, a dry eagle claw suddenly broke through Ke Qingyuan's chest! The bright red blood dyed his plain white robe scarlet!

Xiao Qi retracted his skinny eagle claws that were surrounded by pale purple spirit, and then struck the top of his head fiercely.

His eagle-like, cold and ferocious head, along with his spiritual consciousness which had transformed into a tiny spirit, completely shattered.

The white-clad patrol officer present looked at the two bodies with a gloomy expression and a hint of shock.

The Questioning Void Realm is different from the ordinary Transformation Spirit Realm. If a person in the Questioning Void Realm actively thinks about severing his own Void Spirit, they cannot stop him.

How many people in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty have reached the Void Realm?

The two had been promoted to White Patrol Officers, and could be said to be strong men in the Void Realm who would not lack cultivation resources or honorary status for the rest of their lives. However, after being discovered to have rebelled, they committed suicide immediately.

His movements were so skillful and decisive that he was already at the level of a death warrior.

A chilling thought arose in the minds of everyone in the school.

What kind of organization could make two powerful men in the Questioning Void Realm willing to act as death warriors and sneak into the Dali Temple?

And how many such assassins are hiding in the entire Dali Temple... and the entire Zhou Dynasty?

Shangguan Yun frowned slightly. The factional strife within the Great Zhou Dynasty seemed to be more serious than he expected...

Su Wanrou's eyes remained cold as she watched the two of them commit suicide, as it was obviously something she had expected.

Then, she asked someone to bring out ten volumes of lists.

When the ten volumes of the list, which were several dozen meters long, were spread out and placed on the high platform in the parade ground,

Dozens of Confucian scholars came forward with pens and ink, copied the list one by one on neat rice paper, and handed it down to the black-clad officers one by one. For a moment, the elegant scent of ink overwhelmed the pungent fishy smell.

Shi Chu and others took the rice paper and glanced at it.

Among them, names, identities, and positions are all listed. Most of them are dignitaries, gentry, generals, wealthy businessmen, etc. Among them, there are also words such as craftsman, coachman, beggar, and prostitute.

Su Wan picked up the wolf hair brush with her soft hands, raised the brush, and put ink to paper, her tone still cold and clear.

"All the people recorded in these ten volumes will be killed."

"promise."

After this great purge, there were 762 fewer black-clad constables, 174 fewer black-clad officers, and 2 fewer white-clad officers.

A quarter of the core law enforcement officers in the entire Dali Temple are missing, but this does not affect the efficiency of law enforcement.

Teams of black-clad detectives who had experienced the Great Purge took the ink-black long swords handed over by the attendants with cold eyes.

Holding the list, he mounted his horse and galloped out of the Dali Temple's parade ground like a pack of hunting wolves.

At the same time, in the prosperous center of the imperial city.

In an elegant attic located by the Qing Lake, a handsome scholar in a gray robe with blue patterns and white edges was raising his hand to pick up a white piece and was about to drop it, but paused slightly.

"Why? You can't regret your move."

Sitting opposite the scholar, a thin old man in a light blue brocade robe was stroking his beard and laughing.

"Two Dali Temple pawns were eaten."

The handsome scholar placed the white piece on the chessboard, and the battlefield, which was originally filled with fierce fighting, was suddenly covered with a layer of fog after the piece was placed. It was impossible to see clearly, understand or detect.

"I heard that the general manager is back."

The old man rolled the black piece and placed it on the edge, and the chess game became clear in an instant.

The black pieces are gaining the upper hand, trapping the white pieces and strangling them one by one.

"She? It's really tricky."

The Confucian scholar was in deep thought, and then he placed another piece, giving up the fierce battle on the upper board and placing a piece in the desperate situation on the lower board.

"But it's nothing to worry about. Without her cultivation, many of her actions will be inconvenient. The real problem is that young man."

"Oh? The Qi Condensation Realm kid who destroyed Lanruo Temple?"

The old man didn't care about the deadly white piece. He put the black piece into the formation and eroded most of the white piece's advantage. He collected all ten pieces, stroked his beard and looked at the chessboard with a smile.

Judging from the chess game, the Confucian scholar's white piece cannot be said to be a bad move, as he gave up the overall situation in order to seek a retreat.

However, the Confucian scholar, although his chess position had been largely weakened, was still determined to make moves in critical situations, with no intention of connecting the white pieces.

"I cannot see clearly the aura of this boy. His fate is like seeing something through a curtain. This boy's identity involves many things."

"Do you want to send a Spiritual Transformation Realm warrior to wipe him out?"

The old man also frowned. When the second deadly white piece fell, he found that he could not defeat the white pieces quickly, and he seemed to be entangled in this large plate of white pieces like a quagmire and unable to escape.

He thought it over again and again, and finally made the black move, gradually eroding the white pieces.

At this point, the entire chessboard has been occupied by the black pieces, with only the south corner and the death zone left with remnants of the impending destruction.

"Spiritual Transformation Realm?"

The scholar paused and shook his head slightly.

"No, arrange a Void Realm assassin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the piece fell. With the white piece landing on the death spot, the white piece, which was already in a desperate situation, was revived and had the momentum to counterattack.

The old man's black pieces, which occupied half of the territory, were surrounded by the white pieces in the dead end and the remaining pieces in the south corner.

The scholar stared at the chessboard quietly, twisting his chess piece and thinking: "Send another sacrificed piece and capture it."

"Is this too eye-catching?"

The old man frowned and twisted the needle for a long time, hesitating.

"We don't have many chess pieces left in the Void Realm. The empress has been particularly strong recently. If you don't want to ruin Marquis An Lan's plan, you'd better be cautious."

He raised his finger to push aside the curtain of the private room and looked at the black-clad constable with a blood-stained long knife on the street.

"Should we discuss this matter again?"

The scholar frowned and was about to say something, but he heard a melodious sound of a piano coming from the center of the clear lake.

The sound of the piano is ethereal and deep like a spring, like a reminder and also like a warning.

"Forget it..." He could only sigh.

"Compared to this boy, I care more about You Jiuxiao." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and after thinking for a long time, he finally made a move.

But after making this move, he discovered that the white piece in the dead end had actually joined forces with the white piece in the south corner, and the black piece that had the upper hand just now was surrounded by the white pieces in an instant.

The old man's face froze, he blew his beard and glared, and while the scholar looked out the window, he swept his sleeves across the chessboard.

"No more, no more, it's boring, you always scheme against me."

"This demon cultivator has an unpredictable temperament and unclear likes and dislikes. He is indeed a headache."

The scholar nodded in agreement, but when he looked back he discovered that the chessboard had been messed up, and he became furious.

"Old man Huang! You regret your move again!"

The author says:

Author's words: I'm feeling a little better now... I'll try my best to finish writing this, and it will be on the shelves this Friday.

Chapter 28: The Imperial City Weeps Blood

The imperial city at night is as dark as ink.

The bright moonlight was like white rice paper, stained by dark clouds and filled with a solemn and bloody smell.

The Dali Temple was brightly lit at night. Constables in black returned from all over the imperial city, holding blood-stained swords. Before their horses could stop, they dismounted and handed over the blood-stained rosters.

A patrol officer in white was leaning lazily on a wooden chair, his back against a candlestick, holding a list in his hand.

Every time a black-clad detective returned, he would draw a red mark on the list. When the list was complete, he would light it on the candlestick behind him and burn it to ashes.

Behind him, dozens of Confucian scholars picked up their pens and wrote, with lists piled up like a mountain.

The official of the Ministry of Personnel and the Confucian scholar Huai Wen lived in the same family.

The old man with white hair and beard saw the chaos in the imperial city, hurriedly put on his outer robe, got up from his concubine, went to the study with an excited face, ground ink and picked up the pen, laughing.

"Su Lishuang! There will be a day for you to join the game! I will immediately submit a memorial to Her Majesty the Empress and join other scholars to impeach you! When the time comes, I will make you kneel before me and shake your hips—"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden scream from the concubine in the inner court. Before the old man could react, the door of the study was kicked open and several black-clad constables rushed into the study with blood-stained swords.

The black-clad detective glanced at the stupid old man in front of him, grabbed the memorial on the table, glanced at it, sneered, crushed it into pieces, and slashed the old man's neck with the long knife in his hand!

Elsewhere, Xu Yu, a deputy director of the Ministry of Revenue, had just woken up from a hangover. He staggered up from his concubine's fair body, holding up his loose trousers, and walked towards the toilet with the help of his servants.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, he ran into a black-clad constable who broke into his house with a blood-stained long knife. He was half sobered up immediately, and when the cold light of the knife passed across his neck, he was completely sober.

In the Ministry of Personnel, a dozen stubborn and corrupt scholars hurriedly gathered in a secret room with night lights in hand, their faces flushed as they discussed how to impeach Su Shaoqing at the court tomorrow morning.

But just when the meeting was halfway through, the secret room was pushed open from the outside. Two Ye Bushou men in black clothes and veils, holding blood-stained daggers, glanced coldly at the panicked corrupt scholar in front of them through the black veils, the sword light was cold.

In the west of the imperial city, two night guards dressed in black and covered with veils walked out of a dark alley holding blood-stained daggers. A team of yamen followed closely behind them and carried out a dozen corpses of beggars from the alley.

In Tianxiang Tower, the wealthy businessman Tang Huan fell from the roof of his building with a shrill scream, and his fat and greasy body was smashed into minced meat.

Lanyue Tower was a place of luxury and extravagance where many beautiful women came. Guests who came here in search of pleasure watched with trepidation as the solemn black-clad constables dragged away the body of the madam.