56. The State Preceptor
To figure out what was happening, Gong Yiling, after careful consideration, decided she had to visit the Baili royal family.
However, entering the royal palace wasn’t easy.
At least, with her identity as Miss Su, she probably couldn’t even get past the main gate.
And just then, to her surprise, the Baili royal family suddenly made a big move.
Mo Yechong personally delivered the news.
“Miss Su, are you interested in accompanying me to the Baiyao capital?”
“The Baiyao capital?” Miss Gong raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Why so suddenly? Aren’t we still investigating the Eight Desolations Sword Master?”
“The Eight Desolations Sword Master hasn’t appeared even with the sword in your hands. He’s lost more than he’s gained and will surely try to get the sword back.”
“So, wherever you go with the sword, he’s sure to follow.”
This Mo fellow’s words sounded a bit… comical.
A person of his status shouldn’t be making such superficial statements.
This meant that this trip to the capital was extremely important, and he was worried that if she didn’t go, the Wind and Cloud Sword would fall back into the Sword Master’s hands. That was why he was telling her this.
“Is there something urgent?”
“As a member of the Returning Heaven Sect, Miss Su must have heard about a certain incident.” Mo Yechong said, “In recent years, someone has been slaughtering people in the Baiyao Dynasty, and using your sect’s techniques.”
“Indeed.”
Wasn’t this the great mystery she had just discussed with someone else?
Mo Yechong nodded. “Because of their elusive nature, the Baiyao Dynasty has never been able to catch them.”
“But yesterday, they finally came up with a plan and are now summoning heroes from all over the world to discuss countermeasures.”
“Heroes from all over the world…?”
Gong Yiling almost burst out laughing.
Was this an invitation for people to go and… fight himself?
But to suddenly start dealing with this matter now, what were they planning?
“So the Sword Alliance is also invited?”
“Although the Sword Alliance doesn’t meddle in worldly affairs, we can’t turn a blind eye to such injustice.” Mo Yechong said, “To tarnish the name of the sword with such slaughter is a crime worthy of death. It’s only natural for us to join the crusade.”
Hearing his righteous words, Miss Gong smiled and replied, “If the Sword Alliance has such intentions, then I, as a disciple of the Daoist path, will naturally not stand by and watch.”
It was just an act.
Miss Gong, the one who had scammed Shangguan Long, was a master of deception. This was nothing to her.
“When does Young Master Mo plan to depart?”
“If you are ready, miss, we can leave at any time.”
Gong Yiling was overjoyed.
Good brother, a true good brother.
She had been wondering how to get close to the Baili royal family, and now this Mo fellow had handed her the opportunity on a silver platter.
And with such urgency.
How could she refuse? She had to go!
Gong Yiling immediately replied,
“Then I’ll inform Ah Leng about this. We’ll be ready after we pack.”
“Mmm.”
With that, she turned and left, running to tell Leng Yuli.
Leng Yuli didn’t have any other plans, and hearing that Gong Yiling was going, she immediately agreed.
Not for any other reason, but for this person.
But why for this person, Leng Yuli couldn’t say.
Ahem, since she couldn’t say it, then she might as well not think about it!
And lately, Miss Leng had been feeling a bit strange.
Not because of her attitude towards Gong Yiling, but because of a strange voice in her body.
This voice didn’t say anything else, but it kept repeating an ancient prayer.
No… or was it a blessing?
But she didn’t understand what it was saying, and it wouldn’t respond if she asked.
But speaking of which, every time she heard this voice, she felt as if some power within her was about to burst forth.
But this feeling was illusory. Her cultivation hadn’t improved at all.
Well… perhaps she had been focusing too much on forging lately and was just a bit tired…
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And a hundred miles away, in a magnificent palace, a pale young man, dressed in luxurious robes and a crown, looked down at the trembling crowd and sneered. “They take me for a fool, and you do too?”
“We wouldn’t dare! We have no such intention!”
His words only made the so-called Emperor even angrier.
He almost swept everything off the table like a desktop-clearing master.
“This…”
“Why has the Youhan Dynasty been so brazenly provocative lately!” Emperor Baili Yue roared. “And this time, their people are wandering around in several of our major cities, even spreading slanderous rumors.”
“And this is what you told me. What now?”
At his words, the guards didn’t dare to even breathe.
This one’s temper was not good. A slight displeasure could cost them their heads.
So, they remained kneeling, hoping his anger would subside.
And just then, a man’s voice, like a savior, entered the palace.
“Why bother getting angry at them?” A man in a Daoist robe walked in, wearing a butterfly mask.
He had a unique aura, a natural leader’s presence, yet he also seemed like an aloof immortal.
“What are you doing here?” Baili Yue looked at him, seemingly displeased by his presence, but his tone had softened.
The man waved his hand, and the other guards immediately understood and left.
After they were all gone, he smiled. “Those people have always been like this. Did you really think you could use a few second-rate cultivators against the Youhan Dynasty’s royal elites?”
“…”
Seeing Baili Yue silent, the man continued, “I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“According to the divination of the Heavenly Oracle, Baili Yue, the Baiyao Dynasty, which you think is under your control, seems to be on the verge of collapse.”
“So,” the man chuckled mysteriously, “you’d better be careful.”
