HLnovel Chapter 173: The picture shows the dagger
Chapter 173: The picture shows the dagger
Chapter 173 The True Colors Are Revealed
"The Gate of Death?"
The moment Chen Sijun uttered those three words, a chill ran through everyone's hearts, making the study quiet and the air feel somewhat cold.
Looking at Chen Sijun's face, Ye Ru could tell that the Soul-Snatching Sect was definitely not simple.
What kind of organization is the "Life-Taking Gate"?
Ye Ru couldn't help but ask further.
"Yes, I've never heard of these Eight Outer Gates before."
Fang Zifeng and Kong Hexuan both frowned.
"I seem to have seen it in ancient books before. The Soul-Snatching Sect is the most bloody. They regard Zhuan Zhu and Yao Li as their founders and their motto is 'A scholar will die for one who understands him.' They have a chivalrous heart. But after the deaths of Zhuan Zhu, Yao Li, Jing Ke, Nie Zheng, and Yu Rang, the Soul-Snatching Sect eventually evolved into an organization that takes money to take lives. The reputation of assassins has been completely destroyed, and they are just pure killers."
At this moment, Hua Mufeng tapped his fingers on the table, looking solemn.
"Yes, so based on the way Wu Chang'an died, it must have been done by the Soul-Snatching Sect. Now that he's dead, there's no way to prove it. And somehow, he registered the copyright for this book. Even if you use the Arbitration of All Saints, you can't punish him. That's the most troublesome thing."
Chen Sijun nodded, and then said.
"I never imagined that the Left Prime Minister had bribed such a large organization."
Ye Ru took a deep breath. Now it seemed he had underestimated the power of the Left Prime Minister, who could even find such a bizarre organization.
"The Eight Gates are elusive and unpredictable. The Left Prime Minister's connections are truly unmatched. No wonder even when the Civil and Military Prime Ministers joined forces, they could only restrain him but not destroy him."
Song Feng said in a deep voice.
"If Wu Chang'an could be resurrected in another's body... would he reveal the truth?"
After a moment of silence, as if sensing a huge dark cloud overhead, Ye Ru raised his head and spoke again.
"Resurrection? You must be joking. We scholars study orthodox classics, we can't possibly do this kind of ghostly and supernatural magic, this should be done by the Yin-Yang School."
Chen Sijun was startled and quickly shook her head, while Ye Ru was unconvinced. He held the "Taiping Yaoshu" in his hand. According to Xiaobai, reading this book could grant longevity and immortality, cure diseases and maintain health, and even communicate with the divine. If there were a way to possess a body and bring the soul back to life, perhaps it could truly solve the Left Prime Minister's conspiracy.
However, right now he can only see the "borrowing ghost soldiers" technique, which is rather difficult.
"Among these eight categories, there must be organizations that can deduce the Eight Trigrams and perform divination, right?"
"This method won't work," Ye Ru then asked.
"Yes, and this is the most mysterious organization among the Eight Outer Gates, called the Thousand Gates."
"Legend has it that the Thousand Gates were established by Fuxi, the ancestor of the Eight Trigrams. It is said that after Nuwa created humans and mended the sky, Fuxi, observing the suffering of the people, established the Thousand Gates. However, their whereabouts are elusive; perhaps the fortune teller at the gate is a member of the Thousand Gates, but perhaps not."
Chen Sijun gave a wry smile and replied.
“In that case, I do know someone like that. Although he didn’t say he was from the Thousand Gates sect, he is skilled in divination and witchcraft. Perhaps we can go and find him.”
Hua Mufeng pondered for a moment, then looked up at Ye Rudao.
"Really? Where is he now?"
Chen Sijun and the others quickly asked.
"It's said he's currently practicing cultivation on Mount Nanhua..."
Hua Mufeng said, while Ye Ru looked strange. Wasn't that the place where the Taoist Zhang Guo meditated?
"Then, Mr. Hua, would you be willing?"
“I will write a letter to him and ask him about it. After he comes here, we will go to the capital together. Wu Chang’an’s remains are still being kept by Chen Ru. If we can bring him back to life, I think this matter can be resolved.”
Before Ye Ru could finish speaking, Hua Mufeng nodded and then used the Hongyin seal to write a letter to the person from Nanhua Mountain.
"Let's wait for news about this matter. But Chief Ye, you must be careful. You have offended the Left Prime Minister, and he might send people from the Death-Snatching Sect to assassinate you. How about this, I will transfer some soldiers from the government offices to your residence. Once you enter Yingtian Academy, I will withdraw these soldiers. What do you think?"
Magistrate Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, but said with some concern.
"No need. It's easy for an assassin to kill someone. No matter how many people there are, it won't make a difference."
Ye Ru shook his head, but he already had his own plan in mind.
"Alright, be careful in everything."
Magistrate Zhang replied.
After explaining these matters, Ye Ru returned to the Ye residence and sat in his room, looking somewhat tired.
I explained Zhu Xi's reading experience to them, and then I realized that it was quite intellectually taxing.
He lay down and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
As night fell, a cool breeze blew, and the large trees of the Ye residence swayed in the wind, creating an atmosphere of impending storm throughout the entire Ye mansion.
Zhou Dong and his group became even more vigilant, constantly pacing around the Ye residence with their swords and spears in hand, their sharp, eagle-like eyes scrutinizing every movement within the Ye residence.
call out!
As Zhou Dong turned a corner, a dark shadow shot out from a distance, leaving no sound in its wake.
creak...
A figure completely shrouded in black shot an ancient map through the window.
boom!
The ancient image shot out, but there was no change in its movement, which made the man in black look surprised. Then he silently disappeared into the window.
"Strange, what about people?"
The ancient map was retrieved, transforming into a dagger that gleamed with a chilling light. The man in black looked around and found no one there.
"Damn it, we've fallen for their trap!"
The next moment, the man in black immediately realized what was happening and tried to retreat.
"The true colors are revealed when the map is unrolled. Since you're already here, why not make the best of it? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
At that moment, a faint voice rose in the sky, and then a young man dressed in the robes of a scholar sat cross-legged on the beam, his wolf-spirit brush moving rapidly in his hand:
"Whenever I think of the long wind, I cannot bear to remain still..."
This is the Long Wind Scroll, a literary treasure that Ye Ru obtained in the mirage. As Ye Ru wrote, powerful wind blades instantly sliced out.
Upon seeing Ye Ru, the man in black's pupils constricted, and he murmured in a voice barely audible to himself:
"How could it be him!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, a phantom image of Jing Ke suddenly appeared on the dagger in his hand. Jing Ke held an ancient map in one hand and a cold dagger in the other, directly blocking the powerful wind blade.
boom!
With a muffled thud, the energy instantly swept outwards, creating several gullies in the ground.
A look of seriousness appeared in the eyes of the man in black. Hearing the commotion outside the Ye residence, he did not hesitate and rushed out of the window.
The wind blades caught up with the man in black in an instant, tearing his black veil to shreds. The moment the man in black turned his head, Ye Ru froze, a look of shock appearing on his face.
"Xiao Ke from the Yin-Yang School?"