A hidden refuge, seemingly isolated from the outside city, the sound of horse hooves passed by one side of the house, creating a sensation of an entire city separating them, filled with a delay contrary to common sense, as the moonlight draped down, seemingly transforming into a tangible thin veil.
A man peered through a crevice, watching the new King Balman and his ministers pass by on the street, staying silent for a considerable mont before saying:
"Lv Yingbo has been captured by Blade Madman..."
"It appears Blade Madman ca prepared, otherwise achieving this would be impossible."
"Aren't you worried?"
The person behind shook his head and said:
"If soone else had been captured, then I would certainly be worried, but since it's Lv Yingbo who's captured, there's no need to worry. She won't speak, no matter the ans."
The shady man who spoke earlier said:
"Blade Madman's blade has already faintly touched the realm of 'law.'"
"It's hard to guarantee he doesn't possess thods outside the norm, able to penetrate deep into the recesses of the mind."
The person behind paused, keeping his thoughts unspoken, but confidently said:
"Even if Blade Madman plans to use abnormal thods, it doesn't matter."
The shady man heard the steadiness and confidence in the words and nodded.
Another person slowly said:
"Blade Madman is too dangerous, we have no ti for rescue, things have reached this stage; the vigilance at this mont is due to why Blade Madman, such a lone martial artist, would target Lv Yingbo."
"We have never held a grudge with Blade Madman in the past."
"Could it be that he suddenly appeared in the Western Regions because the information was exposed?"
The shady man paused in silence and said:
"Absolutely impossible."
"If the information had been exposed, Blade Madman had no reason to be involved either."
"After all, he is a swordsman."
The person behind seed to accept this notion, nodded, and sighed:
"Then the reason must be a singular one."
.........
The sound of wheels spread far in the night.
Within the profound night, a four-horse carriage accelerated as if chasing the footsteps of the moon, swiftly charging down the road. Such speed was impossible for ordinary carriages on the grasslands.
But the current rapidly moving carriage was, after all, King Balman's chariot, not subject to common reasoning. Sheng Zhehan, growing up on horseback on the prairie, was extrely skilled at driving, steering the carriage hurriedly through the starry night, reaching a nearby stone city at dawn.
Sheng Zhehan seed very familiar with this place, slowing down and avoiding most gazes, entering a courtyard where he steadied the carriage.
Wang Anfeng escorted Lv Yingbo into the house while the two black-listed n, who seed to accept the na Qingfeng Mingyue, followed Wang Anfeng's orders, dismantling the lavish carriage, intending to exchange remaining materials for a less conspicuous one.
The Fourth Rank horses were also planned for gradual disposal along the journey.
After all, it was the seat of a country's prince, exceedingly eye-catching.
......
Wang Anfeng pushed Lv Yingbo into the house, closed all doors and windows, exhaled slightly, turned around, observing the woman whose real age was unknown, with her Purple Gang Pearl, and already sealed qi ridians.
Having suffered from negligence before, faced with this unparalleled strong foe, he sealed acupoints using combined thods from Shaolin Temple's acupoint techniques, dicine King Valley's ridian interception, and Wudang Zixiao Palace's vein relocation. Even familiar with these techniques himself, breaking through would take at least three hours, not to ntion her.
It could take days of effort for a single acupoint seal.
Feeling sowhat assured, he sat beside, the sword resting on his knee, closed his eyes briefly, and softly said:
"Waiting for a full three months, finally able to converse with you face to face."
"I've long awaited this interaction."
"A person of White Tiger Hall."
Hearing White Tiger Hall, Lv Yingbo's previously indifferent expression shifted subtly, her eyes raising slightly to observe Wang Anfeng, without denial, calmly said:
"Blade Madman, are you here for news from the hall?"
Wang Anfeng straightforwardly admitted, nodding:
"Given your status, you surely know more than Hu Xuan'er."
Evidence that master and disciple's identities were evidently exposed.
Lv Yingbo's expression remained overly calm, saying:
"So you chose to capture ?"
"Afraid you'll be disappointed, if it were Xuan'er captured, then perhaps you could extract information."
"But if it's , no matter your ans, you cannot learn anything from my mouth."
"Blade Madman, you're too greedy."
Wang Anfeng detected extre coldness in Lv Yingbo's eyes, already realizing she spoke truth when faced with this notion, slightly frowning, suddenly recalled a previous speculation during a duel with Hu Xuan'er, a thought stirring, and ntally apologize, suddenly lifted his hand, grasping Lv Yingbo's wrist.
Although the latter wanted to dodge, they were sealed in their ridians and were not an External Cultivation martial artist. Wang Anfeng easily captured them and gently pulled up their sleeve. Just one glance, and Wang Anfeng's expression involuntarily changed, a faint shock apparent.
"A drugged person?!"
On their wrist were nurous dense bite marks. Wang Anfeng, having dical skills inherited from the dicine King Valley, recognized these as marks left by poisonous insects. The place where his hand touched had a faint burning sensation. Even though he consciously suppressed the operation of his Mixed Yuan Body, he could clearly feel the strong toxicity.
Lv Yingbo had a slight sneer in their eyes and said indifferently:
"Do you think, how did I acquire my Poison Skill?"
"No matter how you interrogate, it's useless. What will you do? Lingchi, or so other thod? If you're unwilling, those two outside are familiar enough with the ans of torture; perhaps you should call them back."
Wang Anfeng released her wrist with his right hand, finally speaking calmly:
"You should rest."
"You've been hit by my ridian-sealing technique and won't be able to mobilize your qi chanism for a short period."
Lv Yingbo was slightly surprised, then sneered:
"Aren't you planning to coerce ? In the White Tiger Hall, those heroes who fall into the hall will receive a 'sufficient degree' of treatnt and be interrogated for all their value before being killed. Since you want to inquire about the hall's matters, you're not planning to join the White Tiger Hall, are you?"
"Or could it be that the Blade Madman not only excels in strategy but is also a pedantic person bound by principles?"
Wang Anfeng said lightly:
"I have enough ti to find out what I want from your mouth."
"As for the White Tiger Hall..."
"Naturally, I'm at odds with the White Tiger Hall, so I won't use their thods."
"To use ans I look down upon to get information sooner?"
"How is that any different from the White Tiger Hall?"
"Do you underestimate too much?"
Lv Yingbo was stunned while Wang Anfeng already stood up.
If ordinary intimidation and similar thods were useful, he wouldn't be so hung up on them.
But the person before him was different. To extract information from her would require more than the usual severe torture, and even for an enemy, he wasn't willing to do that.
Besides, there are other ans to gather intelligence beyond severe torture.
Seeing this, Lv Yingbo's eyes shifted and saw that Wang Anfeng wasn't just putting on a show. When he pushed the door to leave, she spoke faintly:
"You're not bad."
"Though I'm not afraid of torture, being tornted by two filthy n is ultimately not a good thing. Let give you a heads-up; the Purple Gang Pearl can be considered the budding form of a Divine Weapon. Do you think there might be so ans inside it?"
"If a poisonous mist erupts, you'll be unhard, but the others won't be the sa."
"At that ti, this city will beco a dead zone."
Wang Anfeng paused his steps, speaking faintly:
"Thank you for informing ."
"No need to bother yourself over this matter."
Then he walked out the door, leaving Lv Yingbo alone in the room.
She furrowed her brows slightly, suddenly feeling a bit unsettled. She didn't speak out of the goodness of her heart, rely intending to make the Blade Madman squander his mind in vain. Ultimately, she would offer to help conceal the divine weapon's presence to keep the Purple Gang Pearl in hand, offering so reliance, preventing the most miserable outco.
Yet the Blade Madman seed more composed than she had thought.
Could it be that he has so other ans?
But how could that be possible?
Lv Yingbo's brows furrowed, realizing that she felt a vague unease, and reiterated to herself,
That is, after all, the budding form of a Divine Weapon.
It is not rely a remnant filled with intent and spiritual charm, but an artifact forged with all the natural treasures, capable of becoming a Divine Weapon over ti through tempering and honing.
......
Wang Anfeng walked out of the courtyard and looked up at the brightening sky in the distance, exhaling a breath.
His initial plan was directly rendered useless, but he was already ntally prepared for such a situation. Since it was already in his hands, there was no need to rush.
Forced thods were no good, but there were naturally other tactics.
The thought had already ford in his mind.
He pondered quietly for a mont until voices rose outside, much to his wakefulness. Wang Anfeng shook his head to gather his thoughts and then gazed silently at the Qilin pattern on the back of his hand.
The shackle could transform into gauntlets.
The budding form of the divine weapon, the Purple Gang Pearl...
For so reason, a thought flashed through his mind.
Was there still a lack of weapons or ornants on him?
PS: Presenting today's second update......
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