NCCnovel Chapter 221 Humans are not plants or trees, nor do they lack feelings; they are not mountains or roc
Chapter 221 Humans are not plants or trees, nor do they lack feelings; they are not mountains or roc
Around dawn, a few scattered vendors began to appear on the streets of Jingu City. They carried their wares on shoulder poles and pushed their carts toward their usual stalls.
Inside the imperial city, several imperial guards clad in black armor opened the palace gates, where a group of palace attendants were already waiting.
The leader was an old man dressed in fine silk clothing.
The old man looked to be over sixty years old. His silver hair was sparse under his tall hat. After only a couple of bumps in the slowly moving carriage, his hat was already a little crooked.
"Master."
The eunuch sitting next to him was perceptive. Noticing that his master's hat was askew, he quickly knelt down and straightened it for him.
After finishing this task, the young eunuch asked the old eunuch curiously, "Master, the Imperial Concubine had a nightmare in the middle of the night and insisted that we go to Nanshan Mountain to find Master Qingfeng. Is he the Imperial Preceptor...?"
Before the young eunuch could finish speaking, the old eunuch struck him squarely on the back of the neck with his whisk.
The elderly eunuch's voice was shrill: "You insolent servant! How dare you, a spineless coward, try to guess the thoughts of the Imperial Concubine?"
The young eunuch was momentarily stunned by the blow, and when he came to his senses, he heard the old eunuch say this.
His face turned pale instantly. But he dared not speak out, cowering at the old eunuch's feet, as obedient as a dog that had been tamed for many years.
Seeing the little eunuch's timid and cowering appearance, the old eunuch poked his spine with his whisk once more.
"You think I don't know what you're thinking, trying to curry favor with the Imperial Concubine to gain the Emperor's favor... Bah, dream on."
"In this palace, eight out of ten people think this way: once a bird leaps from a branch and sings sweetly, it is nothing more than a dog at the master's feet."
The old eunuch looked at the young eunuch kneeling at his feet with his cloudy eyes.
The palace gates were slowly opened, and the kneeling eunuch heard an old man's sigh.
Whispers of the Imperial Guards could be heard outside the carriage.
The old eunuch kicked the person next to him: "Go and take a look at the master."
The young eunuch immediately lifted the curtain of the carriage and went out. He saw that the palace gates were already open, and there was a huge incense burner outside, with many people lying on the ground beside it.
The young eunuch went to the Imperial Guard Hall in front and returned to the carriage in less than half an incense stick's time to explain to the old eunuch.
"Master, the Imperial Advisor ordered the people to offer incense last night, but for some reason, all the people offering incense are now lying in front of the palace gate, and even the incense burner has fallen over."
The old woman, who had been resting with her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes upon hearing this.
The young eunuch wondered if it was just his imagination, but he actually saw a sharp glint in those cloudy eyes.
The old eunuch called his name: "Thirteen."
"Hey!"
The old eunuch took a brocade pouch from his sleeve and stuffed it into Thirteen's hand.
Thirteen opened it and found a stack of silver notes and slips of paper inside.
The old eunuch patted him on the shoulder: "Do as the superiors say."
"division……"
Before Thirteen could finish his question, a sharp pain shot through his neck, and before he passed out, the last thing he saw was a gentle smile that had never appeared on the face of his harsh master.
The long convoy left the palace gates and headed towards Nanshan. When they reached a secluded path, a stiff-looking man was thrown off the carriage in the darkness of dawn. He was then taken on horseback by several men in black who had been waiting there, and they headed further south.
With such perfect teamwork, no one noticed that three people were standing on the tree trunk not far away.
The inner demon glanced at Xue Lan's expression: "The palace of the Great Li Dynasty is not peaceful. Do you still want to interfere?"
Xue Lan slowly shook her head.
Originally, after Xue Lan learned of what Ji Song had done in the palace, she really wanted to meet the Emperor of the Great Rites Dynasty and see what this ruler thought of the heinous business of seduction and mutilation.
But there is no need for that now.
"The dynasty naturally has its own destiny. Since some people have already started to take action, it would be counterproductive for cultivators to interfere."
The girl slowly raised her hand, her fingertips making some calculations, her brows furrowing slightly.
Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan with some concern: "What's wrong?"
Xue Lan flicked her sleeve, and the girl transformed into a red phantom that enveloped Xue Tong beside her.
"Something has happened to the Hua family and Mingcheng."
The dungeon of the Linyun County government office.
The woman, covered in bloodstains, leaned against the corner of the wall, watching the single-edged sword that had silently appeared in the cell.
Mingcheng, having been tortured, now had heavy eyelids that she could barely lift. She looked with difficulty at the black-clad swordsman before her. Her voice was hoarse: "Yike, Wu Chang..."
Dan Dao squatted down in front of her: "They're alright."
The young man's gaze swept over the woman: "Want me to take you out?"
Mingcheng shook his head, his eyes, hidden behind his messy hair, were exceptionally bright: "If I run away, Shao Yijun will probably be implicated."
With a determined look in his eyes, Dan Dao said, "I'll lead you all away."
Mingcheng wondered if all immortals were this stubborn.
But that's not necessarily true. Miss Xue is also an immortal, but she doesn't act like that.
"What about their wives and children? What about their closest friends?"
Mingcheng's voice was so hoarse it sounded like he had swallowed a mouthful of sand.
"A single sword, for man is not without feelings, nor without roots, nor without mountains and rocks."
The young man had no way to deal with the woman in front of him, and in the end he could only mutter one sentence: "I'll find someone to save you."
Mingcheng thought to himself that Dan Dao was finally willing to use his brain: "Who are you looking for?"
The young man's voice was icy cold: "Xue Lan."
The tone sounded like Xue Lan was going to chop someone up if he didn't help.
Mingcheng recalled Xue Lan's appearance and said softly, "Miss Xue may not be willing to get involved in this mess."
Dan Dao shook his head firmly: "You don't know, their sect likes to meddle in these kinds of things."
Xue Lan, who had just appeared in the dungeon, paused in her steps.
Xue Tong's voice held a hint of schadenfreude: "Someone's talking behind your back!"
Xue Lan had already returned to her body. The inner demon was manipulating Ji Song's demonic soul in her sea of consciousness, and couldn't help but laugh when she heard Xue Tong's voice.
"Fellow Daoist Shan... you really know a lot about Xue Lan's sect."
Upon hearing the girl's sarcastic voice, Dan Dao stiffly turned his head, realizing for the first time in hundreds of years what embarrassment truly meant, and felt utterly ashamed.
Xue Lan looked at him and gave a soft snort.
I absolutely hate those tools that talk badly about others behind their backs.
"Please lend me your assistance, Miss Xue."
Dan Dao slowly rose and bowed deeply to Xue Lan.
Xue Lan waved her hand: "It's possible, but I have one condition."
Dan Dao, unaware that he had stepped into Xue Lan's trap, honestly asked, "What are the conditions?"
Xue Lan smiled slightly: "I will help Miss Ming escape danger and help you repair your true form."
"There is only one condition: from this day forward, it shall become a divine artifact within my Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map."
"You shall not go out unless I summon you."
As she finished speaking, a scroll appeared out of thin air in the girl's palm. When unfurled, it revealed a nine-tiered, dark pavilion, surrounded by a radiant glow. Cranes circled around it.