Outside Divine Capital, a mile away on the official road.
The ground was still emitting black poisonous smoke, and bodies lay scattered about, the once bustling official road now as eerily silent as if haunted by ghosts.
A "Black Spirit Rain," within a matter of breaths, had poisoned and killed five hundred Divine Capital City Guard Army, leaving the carriage that had been in the middle of the troop desolately without aid.
Even the steeds pulling the carriage had died from the poison, and for Eunuch Wei with his late-stage Divine Origin Realm cultivation, trying to safely take away Feng Chaonan was harder than ascending to the heavens.
Moreover, there were still assassins lying in ambush.
A black iron spike protruded from the woods beside the official road, trailed by chains as thick as a child’s arm of the sa sinister color.
The chain spike moved swiftly through the air like a black Spirit Python, quickly reaching above the carriage.
"Hiss clang--"
The iron chain slithered over the carriage, firmly entangling it, and then...
"Boom--"
Crushed it.
"Your Highness, hold your breath."
Eunuch Wei, holding Feng Chaonan, leaped out from the shattered carriage, while his other hand released cold True Qi that crystallized the surrounding air into frost, firmly covering the moving black iron chains.
Yet, the chains rely quivered slightly and the frigid frost shattered to pieces, the chain-spike like a black Spirit Python, struck at Eunuch Wei.
"Pfft--"
It was this blow that caused the sound of broken bones from Eunuch Wei’s body, made him spit blood like a mist, and sent both him and Feng Chaonan flying far away.
"True Core Realm."
Having lived for so many years and widely knowledgeable, Eunuch Wei recognized the powerful, vibrant True Qi on the black iron chains that was of a special nature—Three Elents Combined—which only a True Core Realm martial artist could possess.
It was for this reason that Eunuch Wei did not resist further, but instead gathered his True Qi to endure the strike, using the montum to escape far away.
"Can you escape?"
In the hoarse voice was a burning rage, the anger fueled by hatred, as the attacker finally showed his true face.
The man was cloaked in a black cloak, his exposed skin wrapped in black cloth as well, with only a pair of hateful eyes visible.
This man was one of the Four Great Divine Capturers of Daqian’s Six Gates—"Impermanence Divine Capture" ng Wuchang.
And his purpose in attacking Feng Chaonan was...
"Once I kill you, destroying that youngster’s support, I’ll see if he dares to show his face?" ng Wuchang sneered and leapt into the air, the black iron chains dancing in the sky, providing pivots for ng to vault and soar.
Yes, ng Wuchang’s purpose in striking at Feng Chaonan was to provoke Gong Ziyu into revealing himself by destroying what ng believed to be Gong Ziyu’s support for controlling Northern Zhou.
Even if Gong Ziyu didn’t appear, it wouldn’t matter. Without Feng Chaonan, unable to control Northern Zhou, the enemy would have to continue living like a rat in a sewer.
Destroying this rat’s hope of coming into the light delighted ng Wuchang, and afterwards, he could use the influence of the Six Gates to continue the cat-and-mouse ga.
So...
"Feng Chaonan, die!"
ng Wuchang wielded a black iron chain with one hand, while the other, which should have been missing a piece, was surprisingly intact as he covered the palm of Feng Chaonan, who was being held up by Eunuch Wei.
"Don’t even think about harming His Highness!"
Eunuch Wei stirred up his True Qi, forcibly pulling Feng Chaonan behind him, his palm covered in frost, eting ng Wuchang’s incoming palm.
"Bang—"
The result was clear to see, Eunuch Wei was sent flying once again, spitting blood.
But on his face was an expression of imnse joy.
"Your Highness, we have hope of escape. Our enemy has reached the True Pill Realm through the Left Dao Strange thod and has also lost a hand, so his strength is far below that of an ordinary True Pill Realm expert," Eunuch Wei exclaid with great joy.
From their recent palm collision, Eunuch Wei had realized that the opponent’s right hand had the quality of golden iron. If he wasn’t wrong, under the black cloth wrap, the right hand was likely a chanical arm created with chanical Techniques.
Having a physical defect for a martial artist who reached the True Pill Realm through the Left Dao Strange thod resulted in a significant reduction in strength.
The so-called True Pill achievent through the Left Dao Strange thod ans, as the na suggests, reaching the True Pill state by forcibly achieving the Unity of Essence, Qi, and Spirit through strange thods.
Such martial artists, in fact, do not possess a True Pill. Their so-called Three Elents Return to One is achieved by a Divinity Realm warrior using a special thod to forcibly scatter the Essence, Qi, and Spirit and rging them into one.
The Three Elents Combined achieved by such practices allowed the True Qi and Divine Origin to spill over and spread throughout the body. If there was already a physical defect before achieving Unity, that would be one thing, but if a limb was lost after this point, there would be a corresponding loss of as much True Qi and Divine Origin, greatly reducing one’s strength.
After the overflowing of True Qi and Divine Origin, those who achieved Unity through the Left Dao Strange thod also lost their path forward. Once lost, it was almost impossible to regain what was gone.
Moreover, warriors who achieved their state through this thod would not have the 300-year lifespan characteristic of True Core Realm Martial Artists. Instead, their lifespan would still be within the range of the Divine Origin Realm.
Therefore, if they truly had any shred of hope, martial artists would not choose this path. And even if they did choose it, because it involved a Divinity Realm warrior forcibly scattering the Essence, Qi, and Spirit, the slightest mishap could lead to instant death, making the success rate extrely low.
After falling into the True Pill Realm through the Left Dao Strange thod, ng Wuchang lost all hope of advancing. Therefore, he placed all his hopes on his disciple Lian Jin, also known to Qing Yu as Jin Mingxuan.
Upon learning that his lifeti’s hope, Lian Jin, had been killed by Qing Yu, ng Wuchang naturally went into a frenzied rage, searching everywhere for the Azure Dragon Association.
Then, at the Cloud Peak base, he was outmaneuvered by Qing Yu with a vast amount of gunpowder and the delay of dozens of his n, resulting in the blast that severed ng Wuchang’s right hand and significantly reduced his cultivation.
After wallowing for a prolonged period, ng Wuchang was entrusted by Lu Qifeng to co to Northern Zhou to assassinate Gong Ziyu, who had grown powerful.
This reignited the flas of revenge in him. But importantly, ng Wuchang couldn’t find any trace of Gong Ziyu in Northern Zhou. He could still find the bases of the Azure Dragon Association—after all, he was one of the Four Great Divine Capturers adept at solving cases.
However, having already been outsmarted once, ng Wuchang really didn’t want to be tricked a second ti.
Thus, ng Wuchang thought by assassinating Feng Chaonan, he could force Gong Ziyu out. Unexpectedly, Feng Chaonan, being threatened, feared for his life and refused to leave the Imperial Palace.
ng Wuchang waited nearly a month for Feng Chaonan to leave the Imperial Palace. If he missed this chance, he didn’t know where the next opportunity would arise.
"What does it matter if I reached it through the Left Dao Strange thod? I can still kill you!"
ng Wuchang surged his True Qi, his speed skyrocketed, and he raced toward Eunuch Wei and Feng Chaonan, riding the Spirit Python-like black iron chain.
"Feng Chaonan, you’re undoubtedly going to die!"
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