However, their analysis reveals that Prince Yuxiao seed to have joined an organization, one in which he held a high position, yet ultimately he’s not the boss.
From the description of the iron plaque, the true controller seems to be this hand that possesses nine fingers.
One of the fingers is wrapped around with a thread controlling the flute, suggesting that this unseen mastermind controls Prince Yuxiao. If this hand has nine fingers, does it imply that it controls nine individuals similar to Prince Yuxiao?
This hand is undoubtedly terrifying.
After all, even soone as formidable as Young Master Yuxiao is under its control.
The iron plaque has many intentional scratches, mostly around the fine thread and the strange hand, could this signify that Prince Yuxiao wishes to free himself from this hand’s control?
Prince Yuxiao suddenly disappeared ten years ago, and since then, no one in the Martial World knew of his whereabouts.
If it weren’t for Duan Yun and Yu Zhenzhen’s accidental discovery while exploring the cellar, his whereabouts would still be a mystery.
Could it be that Prince Yuxiao has been hiding in the Qiongling Sect, disguising himself as a Guanyin Statue to mislead others and trying to escape from this hand?
Of course, this is just Duan Yun’s speculation, especially since Prince Yuxiao is already dead.
The dead, unless fond of journaling, do not speak.
It must be said, riding a horse in winter is not an enjoyable affair.
The cold winds howl, and a night’s frost yet to subside, always gives the feeling that one’s nose could freeze off.
At this ti, Duan Yun passed through a small town.
Built against a gentle slope, with people occasionally entering and exiting, the town looked rather lively.
Duan Yun dismounted, bought four steaming hot buns, and started eating.
After eating the second bun, he stopped.
The buns, paired with cold water, tasted quite plain, and conveniently, there was a teahouse nearby.
The teahouse was rudintary, but it was made up for by the hot tea and the presence of a storyteller.
Honestly, after traveling for several days in the dead of winter, seeing a storyteller narrate made Duan Yun feel a bit of warmth.
The teahouse was crowded with listeners, and Duan Yun also sat down.
You wouldn’t believe it, but the storyteller’s expression sowhat resembled Old Guo.
Though he was younger.
This storyteller from Yun State loves telling tales about Yun State, those from Yu State focus on Yu State, so naturally, the one from Leizhou discussed matters of Leizhou.
As an outsider, Duan Yun was quite interested in hearing the local news.
Initially, the story was fine, speaking of the abbot of Leiyu Temple and the head of Qingshui Temple who were once a pair of passionate lovers, only to later discover they were siblings with the sa mother but different fathers, leading them both to beco monks, a tale of love and hatred.
As soon as this story concluded, the storyteller clapped a wooden block sharply and said, "What I am about to tell you is a major recent event."
"What could be more important? You haven’t even detailed what exactly the abbot and nun did in the cellar."
A listener, eager for more juicy details, expressed dissatisfaction.
"Next, I will talk about the affairs of a swordswoman from the Qiongling Sect," said the storyteller.
"What, has a new swordswoman started entertaining guests? Go on!"
Suddenly, the listeners grew excited.
Evidently, the swordswoman from the Qiongling Sect, no matter where, commands significant popularity.
"A new swordswoman entertaining guests? You wish! I heard that she has reford!" the storyteller said, waving his sleeve.
"How is that possible!"
"A swordswoman reford? With uncontrollable desires, how could she reform?"
"Nonsense! I’ve saved up Silver for two years for this!"
...
The teahouse grew even livelier, so mournful, so furiously questioning.
"Have you heard about Lin Jianxian reforming?" continued the storyteller.
"That’s Old Demon Duan’s doing! Aren’t there still three others? It’s said that many more swordswon inside the Qiongling Sect are barely holding back, and soon there will be even more coming out to entertain guests!"
This listener seed a die-hard fan of the Qiongling Sect, speaking knowledgeably.
"You seem well-inford, brother, but unfortunately, your news is much outdated. Have you heard? Old Demon Duan has co to Leizhou!"
"What!"
Upon hearing the na "Old Demon Duan," the teahouse listeners gasped in unison.
"Not only has Old Demon Duan arrived in Leizhou, but he has also visited the Qiongling Sect. You all know, the transformation of the swordswon from Jade Girls to Desire Girls is said to be by Old Demon Duan’s doing. We all find this entertaining, as never before has a spotlessly pure swordswoman entertained guests, and who wouldn’t want to spend so silver to taste the purity of a swordswoman.
But this ti, Old Demon Duan has crossed the line!"
At these words, the listeners beca tense.
"The Qiongling Sect clarified days ago, saying their uncontrollable desires were not related to Old Demon Duan, claiming he was wrongly accused. What’s more terrifying is that they have beco spotlessly pure again with the help of Old Demon Duan.
That ans, the swordswon of Qiongling Sect won’t be entertaining guests anymore!"
"What!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"You’re spouting nonsense! Just rumors! My uncle was just working there as a doorman a while ago!"
...
The storyteller showed a look of deep distress and said, "I understand everyone’s feelings, but the facts are before us. I have reliable sources saying these Qiongling Sect swordswon not only no longer have uncontrollable desires but have even beco extrely arrogant lately.
"Arrogant?"
"The swordswon from the Qiongling Sect have always been proud, but recently they’ve beco excessively arrogant. When they went to buy sesa cakes, the vendor kindly bagged them up, and they suspected he was deliberately trying to please them, even saying, ’How can a pheasant be a match for a phoenix.’
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