"Die!"
ng Wuchang, using the black iron chains swinging in the air as a relay point, caught up with Eunuch Wei, who was carrying Feng Chaonan. With his right chanical hand, he extended an extra three feet out of thin air and clasped Eunuch Wei’s shoulder. Like a python targeting its prey, the conical tip of the chain lunged straight toward Eunuch Wei’s chest, intending to impale both Eunuch Wei and Feng Chaonan who was shielded behind him.
The conical head reached them almost instantly. At this critical mont, Eunuch Wei, without a second thought, made a cruel decision.
"Ah—"
A piercing scream escaped from Eunuch Wei, who had just broken free from the grip of ng Wuchang’s chanical arm.
At that mont, the left shoulder previously caught by the chanical arm was gone, its wound covered with a layer of frost to prevent the bleeding.
In that instant of crisis, Eunuch Wei had forcibly shattered his own shoulder using his Cold Ice True Qi, separating the frozen shoulder and arm from his body to escape the grip.
Nevertheless, even though he avoided having the iron spike pierce his chest, Eunuch Wei still didn’t escape the damage caused by the chains.
"Your Highness, go!"
Eunuch Wei suddenly thrust Feng Chaonan across the air.
The True Qi-filled black iron chain curled around and enwrapped Eunuch Wei within it.
The dark chains tightly coiled around him, constricting like a python squeezing its prey, causing a creaking sound to emanate from Eunuch Wei’s body.
"Escape? Where can you escape?"
ng Wuchang tugged the chain forcefully, substantially increasing the strangling pressure, making the creaking noises more frequent and louder.
"Ha—"
Eunuch Wei looked up, exhaling his final breath, then, his body burst open as the black iron chain, suddenly infused with increased True Qi, crushed him.
ng Wuchang, nonchalantly swinging the chain, flicked the blood splatter off it, his eyes beneath the cloak intently fixated on the still shocked Feng Chaonan nearby.
Although exceptionally cunning and wise, Feng Chaonan, a noble of the highest rank, had never faced such a lethal situation before. Even when Gong Ziyu had visited his chamber at night, although Eunuch Wei had told him that if the visitor harbored ill intentions, he would stand no chance of survival,
Gong Ziyu had not shown any intent to kill at that ti, so Feng Chaonan had never truly grasped the concept of having no chance of survival.
But now, he understood.
The five hundred mbers of the City Guard Army who accompanied them had all been poisoned to death by the "Black Spirit Rain." Eunuch Wei had done his utmost to protect him, yet ultimately couldn’t escape his fate. Now, it was Feng Chaonan’s turn to die.
ng Wuchang shook the chain directly; the black iron spike violently shot forward, aiming straight for Feng Chaonan.
People with vast experiences in the worldly society might try to demoralize their opponents with words during a battle, but they would never indulge in emotions when victory was in sight.
ng Wuchang, having wandered the worldly society for many years, understood deeply the principle that "ninety-nine steps out of a hundred is only half the journey;" thus, he did not speak further and took action imdiately.
Today, Feng Chaonan must—
"Stop!"
A booming cry, filled with an overwhelming Qi Force, surged forward. Just as the black iron spike neared within three feet of Feng Chaonan, this Qi Force blasted it away, narrowly missing Feng Chaonan.
Suddenly, a figure clad in a pure white Confucian robe appeared in front of Feng Chaonan. The powerful gale-like Qi Force that deflected ng Wuchang’s subsequent poison needles erupted from him.
Then, the figure grabbed Feng Chaonan and fled, covering a vast distance in the blink of an eye, so fast that even ng Wuchang struggled to keep up. Such Qinggong was truly unmatched.
"Confucian Lightweight Traveling." ng Wuchang’s lone visible eyes narrowed involuntarily, "The Confucian disciple helping Feng Chaonan must be Si Haofeng."
Si Haofeng, the Si Family Head Si Yunxin’s half-brother, was among one of Dean Zhuge’s disciples from the Mountain River Academy.
Of course, what ng Wuchang cared most about was his strength.
Si Haofeng, the second-ranked expert at the peak of the Divine Origin Realm, was only a step away from reaching the True Pill Realm.
For ng Wuchang, who practiced Left Dao Strange thod to achieve the True Pill but suffered impairnt in strength due to losing an arm, Si Haofeng wasn’t his match, but he certainly had the strength to help Sixth Prince Feng Chaonan escape from his grasp.
The Confucian Lightweight Traveling, derived from the saying "Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles," is a type of Qinggong that grows faster the more it is used. Si Haofeng began traveling around the world at the age of twenty, spending fifteen years journeying across Central Plains.
In terms of proficiency with Ten Thousand Miles, perhaps not even his teacher, Zhuge Longsu, could match him.
"How hateful!" ng Wuchang cursed quietly.
Just as Sixth Prince Feng Chaonan’s life was within reach, Si Haofeng unexpectedly appeared and snatched his life back.
ng Wuchang had already killed all the obstructions as swiftly as possible, yet despite his efforts, he ultimately failed to achieve his goal.
’A step away, this ti I failed to kill Feng Chaonan. In the future, there will surely be a True Pill Realm master protecting him, making any assassination attempt even harder than reaching the heavens,’ ng Wuchang thought solemnly.
If he couldn’t even handle Si Haofeng, how could he possibly assassinate Feng Chaonan, who was protected by True Pill Realm masters?
"However, this assassination attempt has left Feng Chaonan hanging by a thread; since that person values Feng Chaonan so highly, he will definitely make a move, and I might use this chance to locate him."
Having thought this, ng Wuchang retracted his still-moving chains and swiftly left.
With Si Haofeng’s pace, it would take him less than twenty breaths to reach the Divine Capital, especially since he was carrying Feng Chaonan. If he didn’t leave now, Si Haofeng would return with a True Pill Realm master.
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In Heavenly Capital, the capital of Daqian, within the Six Gates.
Lu Qifeng slowly put down the letter in his hands.
The letter had arrived urgently from Divine Capital, written by ng Wuchang. The news in the letter was mixed for Lu Qifeng, stirring conflicted emotions within him.
ng Wuchang wrote that he aid to assassinate the Sixth Prince of Northern Zhou, Feng Chaonan, and to prevent exposure in case of failure, he would resign from his position as Divine Constable.
Logically, this should be considered bad news; after all, regardless of success or failure, the Six Gates would lose a Divine Constable.
But in reality, it was actually good news.
Not to ntion that if Feng Chaonan died, the plan to control Northern Zhou would lose its core; just the fact that ng Wuchang was resigning was actually to the advantage of the Six Gates.
After all, when they initially decided to send ng Wuchang to Northern Zhou, they had already intended to sacrifice him.
If Qing Yu died, the Shadow King would never let it go, and even if ng Wuchang returned safely, it wouldn’t end well. The mont ng Wuchang set off for Northern Zhou, his resignation was already inevitable.
So, this was indeed good news: ng Wuchang’s resignation on his own was better than the Six Gates showing their ugly side.
But at the last mont, Lu Qifeng, who had worked with ng Wuchang for many years, still felt extrely conflicted.
However, those feelings were fleeting. ng Wuchang’s resignation involved many issues, and Lu Qifeng had already ntally prepared for it. Whether it was hypocrisy or cold-bloodedness, Lu Qifeng had already felt guilty long ago.
Thus, formalities still mattered.
"Soone co," Lu Qifeng called out.
"What orders does the master have?"
"Announce publicly that the Impermanence Divine Constable has resigned, and the Six Gates will be selecting a new Divine Constable."
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