After settling Little Jiangyi, Jiang Shouzhong went alone to the City Lord Mansion.
To act more discreetly and not reveal his true identity, he specifically found the disguise mask Jiang Yi had given him in the past and wore it.
Arriving at the majestic gate of the City Lord Mansion, Jiang Shouzhong looked up and saw armored soldiers standing in rows, their swords and spears reflecting a chilling aura under the sunlight.
Fortunately, it was just routine checks at the gate.
With a calm expression, Jiang Shouzhong deliberately adopted a carefree stance typical of a Jianghu hero and strode forward confidently.
Using his identity as a Jianghu person, he successfully entered the mansion.
After all, this place was heavily guarded by the troops of the Fifth Prince, and with Nanjin Country’s number one expert Tu Danalie stationed here, they feared no miscreant causing trouble.
Jiang Shouzhong arrived at the spacious plaza inside the mansion, where many cultivators had already gathered in small groups, exchanging cultivation insights in whispers or actively discussing Jianghu secrets.
Among the crowd, Jiang Shouzhong saw Taoist Wulang and Monk Bugui.
To avoid suspicion, he deliberately kept so distance from them.
Previously, while conversing along the way with Taoist Wulang and Monk Bugui, Jiang Shouzhong gained more detailed knowledge about Nanjin Country’s top expert Tu Danalie.
Tu Danalie’s cultivation talent wasn’t particularly outstanding, but he was extrely diligent and hardworking.
Initially, he was just an ordinary, obscure disciple at the Water Moon Manor. Thanks to his ability to endure hardships, being humble and steadfast, he progressed step by step and managed to rise to beco an Inner Sect Disciple.
Gradually, he gained the favor and appreciation of the Water Moon Manor’s owner and was taught superior martial arts.
Later, he left Water Moon Manor and visited various renowned masters.
He even traveled to the Central Plains for cultivation.
During this ti, with the help of so fortuitous encounters, he successfully reached the peak of Nanjin Country’s martial arts by his forties, becoming an expert in the Feathered Transformation Realm.
His creation, the Heaven’s Punishnt Heart Fist, is said to rival the famous Eight Extres Sky-Burning Fist of the Huoyun Mountain ancestor, and it is praised as the best fist technique in the world today.
Now Tu Danalie is over seventy, and his cultivation has improved significantly.
Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but feel a bit worried.
He secretly wondered if his plan to assassinate the Fifth Prince at the wedding was too reckless and hasty.
However, after a brief hesitation, Jiang Shouzhong firmly decided to proceed as planned.
The path of cultivation inherently requires fearless courage, and since he had resolved, he should let go and take action.
Solo cultivation is ultimately just a decorative skill; only through constant combat with powerful enemies can one truly beco a master.
As for what to do if he couldn’t win, he already had a counterplan.
That was what Yan Changqing once taught:
If you can’t win, just run away.
With so ti until the wedding began, Jiang Shouzhong wandered leisurely.
Soti silently rging into the crowd, eavesdropping on bits of conversation to gather useful information.
Most of the ti, he carefully observed the layout and structure of the mansion, quickly planning in his mind which path would be most hidden and convenient for retreat.
Unknowingly, Jiang Shouzhong arrived at a vibrant flower garden.
The rich fragrance of flowers filled the air, contrasting sharply with the solemn dignity of other areas in the mansion.
Nearby were many maids hurrying with trays of fresh fruit platters and exquisite dishes, heading towards the banquet hall, not paying much attention to Jiang Shouzhong strolling around.
However, amidst the busy figures, there was one maid who seed particularly conspicuous.
This maid, with rather refined looks, sat alone in front of the round archway with a hint of bewildernt in her eyes, her hands empty, not holding anything, starkly contrasting with her busily bustling companions.
Jiang Shouzhong casually glanced at that maid twice, not taking much notice.
Unexpectedly, this unintentional action was noticed by the maid.
First, she was slightly startled, as if frightened by sothing, then tentatively approached Jiang Shouzhong, waving her hand gently in front of him, staring unblinkingly.
"Is there sothing you need?"
Jiang Shouzhong slightly frowned.
The maid’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief, blurting out: "Can you see ?"
These words left Jiang Shouzhong speechless.
Alright, another ghost encounter.
He shook his head: "Sorry, I can’t see you, please go about your business." Saying this, he intended to leave.
"Don’t go!"
Seeing this, the maid reached to grab Jiang Shouzhong’s sleeve in a hurry, but only clutched a handful of air.
She swiftly stepped in front of Jiang Shouzhong, spreading her arms to block his way, eyes filled with curiosity and confusion: "Are you dead too?"
Jiang Shouzhong rubbed his slightly tense brow, glanced around, seeing no one paying attention nearby, he lowered his voice: "Miss, I am here to attend the Fifth Prince’s wedding. If you have anything, please wait until after the wedding."
"Wedding..."
The maid softly repeated these words, like caught in so distant mory.
Monts later, the maid returned to herself, gazing directly at Jiang Shouzhong, her eyes serious and earnest: "If I were you, I would leave this place as soon as possible, as far away as possible."
"Why?"
Jiang Shouzhong’s eyebrows raised, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
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