My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult - Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Involuntary in Jianghu (10,000-word Update, Please Subscribe)

Jishi Hall, the front hall.

An Jing glanced at his comic book, feeling somewhat puzzled. He had a habit of marking the page he was reading by slightly folding the corner, but today he couldn’t find that folded corner.

Could someone have touched my book?

Just then, a lively little black puppy scampered in, followed by Tan Yun carrying a wooden basin.

“Tan Yun, did you touch my things?”

An Jing asked casually.

“No…not at all.”

Tan Yun tensed up inside, trying to appear nonchalant. “Young Master, aside from your clothes, I wouldn’t dare touch your things.”

An Jing nodded. Tan Yun indeed had never rummaged through his things, which made him turn his gaze towards the puppy that was now acting cute.

Could it be this little thing?

That comic book is somewhat indecent after all. If one day it gets dragged out by this little thing, that could spell trouble.

“You wretched creature, if you dare to mess with my things again, I’ll stew you.”

An Jing picked up the comic book and glared fiercely at the little black puppy.

The little black puppy cocked its head, looking confused.

“Young Master, why are you cursing?”

Tan Yun glanced at the book in An Jing’s hand and said softly, blushing slightly.

“I’m talking about this little black puppy, not you.”

Having said that, An Jing walked towards the back courtyard.

He wanted to put away the book.

Seeing this, Tan Yun quickly asked, “Young Master, what are you planning to do?”

His eyes still occasionally glanced at the comic book.

“I’ve finished reading this book, time to put it away,” An Jing said casually.

“Third Uncle once said, to review the old is to learn the new,” Tan Yun said somewhat anxiously.

“No need, since I was little my father said I was a genius. I remember everything I read,” An Jing chuckled and shook the book in his hand.

Tan Yun remembered the contents of the comic book from last night, recalling every detail of the anatomical drawings as if they were etched into his mind.

“Young Master, actually I also…”

Seeing An Jing putting away the book, a complex and subtle emotion surged, leaving Tan Yun feeling a bit lost.

When you can’t see it, you want to take a look; seeing it feels exciting yet embarrassing.

Anyway, it’s something I want to look at when I’m bored.

“You must have plenty more of these, right, Young Master?” Tan Yun suddenly ventured.

At that moment, An Jing had already stored away his comic book and walked out humming a tune. Seeing Tan Yun still in a daze, he couldn’t help saying, “What are you spacing out for? Go hang the clothes to dry, today’s weather is perfect.”

“Understood.”

Tan Yun snapped back to reality and carried the basin towards the back courtyard.

The little black puppy mumbled and followed.

An Jing stretched a bit, feeling refreshed, and prepared to take out some herbs to dry.

“Is the doctor in?”

Just then, the curtain was lifted, and a neatly dressed, young Daoist entered.

An Jing glanced at the young Daoist and said: “I am the doctor.”

The young Daoist looked surprised, not expecting the well-known doctor of Yu State City to be so young.

“I am Song Nian, a disciple from the Infinite Temple,”

The young Daoist saluted An Jing, then added, “My elder sister-disciple has been seriously injured and is beyond our aid. I kindly ask Doctor An to help us.”

Infinite Temple!?

On hearing this, An Jing perked up. The Infinite Temple was part of Zhenyi Sect—his senior sister-disciple must also be a disciple of Zhenyi Sect.

Seeing An Jing not speaking, Song Nian quickly added, “It is said that saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-tier pagoda; I hope Doctor An will make a move to save my sister-disciple.”

Zhenyi Sect had been established in the martial world of Great Yan for many years, commanding wind and rain as they pleased, with disciples numbering in the hundreds of thousands. However, among them, their quality varied vastly.

In the martial world of Great Yan, their reputation wasn’t good, but people were intimidated by their power and dared not speak out.

However, polite disciples of Zhenyi Sect like the one before him, who still maintained the virtue of the Mystical Sect, were indeed rare.

An Jing nodded and said, “Alright, let’s get going now.”

He was now a doctor, no longer that Ghost Swordsman.

“Doctor, please,”

Song Nian relaxed slightly and reached out his hand.

An Jing called towards the backyard, “Wife, I am going out for a consultation.”

“Understood, remember to come back early.”

Then, Zhao Qingmei’s crisp voice came from the back of the courtyard.

An Jing and Song Nian hurriedly left Jishi Hall.

…….

Backyard.

Tan Yun set down the wooden tub, ready to air out the clothes.

Zhao Qingmei slowly walked out and said, “Has Shui Zhongyue gone to investigate?”

“He has.”

Tan Yun hastily replied, “I have already told Shui Zhongyue in detail as the Sect Hierarch instructed, and he has mobilized all the spies of the Human Sect to search for the Ghost Swordsman’s whereabouts.”

“That’s good.”

Zhao Qingmei slightly nodded.

Originally, Shui Zhongyue was responsible for protecting An Jing, but with the recent unpredictable changes in Yu State City and the presence of numerous experts, if Shui Zhongyue continued to stay by An Jing’s side, it would be like hiding one’s ears while stealing a bell.

Furthermore, nothing had happened around An Jing that required an expert’s protection, and with the decline of the Human Sect’s experts, it was a time to employ people.

Tan Yun also felt a hint of joy in her heart; the Sect Hierarch had finally decided to investigate the whereabouts of this Ghost Swordsman.

Zhao Qingmei glanced at Tan Yun and said, “This time I return to Dongluo Pass, and the round trip might take about two months. You stay here in Yu State City, you know what to do, right?”

Tan Yun’s eyes darted, and she quickly patted her chest, saying, “Miss, rest assured, I will definitely keep an eye on the son-in-law.”

She was no fool and naturally knew what her Sect Hierarch was worried about.

Zhao Qingmei nodded in satisfaction and asked, “Has Luo Zixiang left?”

Tan Yun said quietly, “Sect Hierarch, Luo Zixiang mentioned that he still carries a secret decree from the Earth Sect’s Sect Master.”

“What secret decree?”

“The Earth Sect’s Sect Master said that the Cao Gang has called for a demon-exorcising grand meeting, which is a provocation against our Demon Sect. It must be met with a deterrence that shakes the Great Yan Martial World. Besides reporting to the Sect Hierarch in Yu State City, Luo Zixiang’s other task is to behead Liu Qingshan.”

“Behead Liu Qingshan?”

Zhao Qingmei’s lips curved into a smile that was not quite a smile, “I don’t recall issuing such an order, do I?”

Liu Qingshan was the Gang Leader of the Cao Gang, and his backing was none other than the current Crown Prince. Such a character’s death would indeed send tremendous shockwaves through the martial world.

This was no small matter.

Seeing Zhao Qingmei’s expression, Tan Yun suddenly felt a chill in her heart, “Then… should I send orders to Luo Zixiang now…”

“Forget it, no need.”

Zhao Qingmei waved her hand.

Jiang Renyi and Zhao Mengtai were very close personally, and a major reason why the Demon Sect cooperated with the Second Prince was because of this personal relationship.

Now with Luo Zixiang coming to Yu State City to behead Liu Qingshan, it was evidently Jiang Renyi hoping to help Zhao Mengtai eliminate a potential problem.

No matter how you look at it, both parties were in a covert cooperative relationship. The more the Demon Sect contributed, the closer and more inseparable its relationship with Zhao Mengtai would become, making it much easier to enter Great Yan later on.

Beyond this, Liu Qingshan’s death would further muddy the turbulent waters of the Great Yan Martial World, which was a favorable outcome for the Demon Sect.

Was Jiang Renyi’s decision a mistake?

In Zhao Qingmei’s view, it was completely correct and even very beneficial for the Demon Sect.

But such a decision had been made without her consent, and if she hadn’t asked, there wasn’t even a plan to report to her. That was something worth thinking deeply about.

“Two months is enough,” Zhao Qingmei murmured to herself.

With her traveling speed, it would not take two months to return to Dongluo Pass. So why go back for two months?

Because this time she returned, she was going to thoroughly solve this problem once and for all.

When she first became the head of the Demon Sect, her own foundation was not stable yet, and the creation obtained from the Sealing Demon Well had not been completely refined. Now that the dust has settled, and the situation was under her control, it was time for her to draw her sword.

Zhao Qingmei looked serene as water, but Tan Yun beside her felt like sitting on pins and needles, shivering.

“There’s one more thing, be extremely cautious.”

Zhao Qingmei looked at Tan Yun, her brows furrowed, “After I leave, people from the Zhenyi Sect might come to Yu State City, and under no circumstances should you expose your identity……”

Qi Yun of the Zhenyi Sect, revered as the prime figure among the younger generation, had died in Yu State City. The Zhenyi Sect would surely send experts down the mountain, and if the Cao Gang Leader Liu Qingshan really died, the Great Yan Martial World would also be in utter chaos at that time.

Yu State City, being at the center of the storm, was fraught with risks and surging waves.

Tan Yun, with her Second Grade Cultivation, could naturally deal with ordinary martial folk, but it was not sufficient against real experts. If exposed, she would not only face being hunted down, but An Jing could also be implicated.

That was her greatest worry.

Tan Yun quickly said, “Miss, rest assured, I will seal my Dantian and lock all my Qi Mechanism inside my body, and unless I face a life-and-death crisis, I will absolutely not take action…”

Zhao Qingmei’s eyes narrowed into slits as she spoke lightly, “Also, even if you find that Ghost Swordsman, do not act rashly.”

After all, they were both women, and Tan Yun’s recent little schemes had all been observed by her.

“Su… Subordinate understands.”

In that moment, Tan Yun felt as if she were being seen through completely and swiftly lowered her head, not daring to meet Zhao Qingmei’s eyes.

Zhao Qingmei patted Tan Yun’s shoulder and smiled, “If you truly can recruit that Ghost Swordsman into our Demon Sect, I will consider it a great merit on your part.”

The Ghost Swordsman had first killed two Great Heavenly Gang members of the Xuanyi Guard, then challenged the Universal Benefit Bodhisattva, and now he aimed to capture Zhenyi Sect’s Qi Yun. His actions were reckless and utterly unpredictable, making him likely a lone ranger.

Moreover, his strength was extraordinary, having even tamed the exotic beast, the Thousand-year-old Black Python.

He indeed was a rare talent, especially since the Demon Sect would soon face a shortage of such people.

However, the most important aspect was whether he was willing to join the Demon Sect and if he was truly loyal to her.

If feasible, why not let Tan Yun use her charms?

“Sect… Sect Hierarch… I…..”

Tan Yun’s face flushed red, and she began to stammer when she spoke.

“Hahaha!”

Zhao Qingmei, seeing Tan Yun’s twisting demeanor, burst into laughter, “As long as he’s willing to join the Demon Sect, I can let him take the position of the Sect Master of the Earth Sect.”

If that swordsman were truly loyal, promising him the position of Sect Master of the Earth Sect wouldn’t be out of the question.

Tan Yun was overjoyed, but soon she seemed to think of something. A chill surged from the bottom of her heart, rushing straight to her crown.

The Sect Hierarch is returning this time, presumably to initiate a massacre….

……

Outside Yu State City, Wuliang Temple.

Zhenyi Sect is the national religion of Great Yan; Daoist temples are found throughout the land, blooming everywhere.

Scattered throughout the land, each Daoist temple hosts disciples of the Zhenyi Sect; they also recruit new disciples locally. If they perform exceptionally well or satisfactorily, they are sent to the ancestral Zhenyi Mountain of the Zhenyi Sect.

This Wuliang Daoist Temple is no different; it’s not far from Liumu Village, approximately four or five miles away.

“Doctor, please come inside.”

Song Nian led the way.

An Jing followed behind, suddenly thinking to himself, “Shui Zhongyue doesn’t seem to have followed….”

For him, this was indeed a good thing.

Li Fuzhou had already left; what would the people of the Demon Sect want with him?

Soon, the two reached the rear courtyard room of the Wuliang Daoist Temple.

“Knock, knock!”

“Senior Sister, the doctor has arrived.”

Song Nian knocked on the door and announced.

“Come in.”

A light and ethereal voice responded from inside.

Hearing this, Song Nian led An Jing inside.

The room, ancient and fragrant, had at its center a portrait of the Dao Ancestor of the Mystical Sect, beneath which sat an ancient and exquisite incense burner, with thin smoke still wafting from it.

On the left side was a bed, where two pale-faced Daoist nuns sat crossed-legged, seemingly engaged in breathing exercises and meditation.

What a coincidence.

An Jing glanced and couldn’t help but marvel inwardly; these two nuns were the ones who had guarded Qi Yun the night before.

Song Nian performed a Daoist salute to the two ladies, “Senior Sister Song Yu, Senior Sister Song He, the doctor has arrived, your junior brother will take his leave now.”

The nun named Song Yu opened her eyes, and seeing the handsome young doctor, her eyes lit up and she said, “Such a handsome young doctor, thank you for your effort.”

Hearing this, Song Nian coughed lightly and then slowly stepped out.

An Jing stepped forward with a smile, “Now, allow me to take your pulse, immortals.”

“Alright.”

Song Yu extended her pale, jade-like arm and placed it on the table.

An Jing placed his fingertips on it, then slightly closed his eyes, feeling the pulse rhythm.

It turned out that these several nuns had also been affected last night; their bodies had been struck by Sword Qi from the Evil Suppressing Sword, which had invaded and lingered within them. A First Grade Expert could have expelled it, but these nuns, with only Fourth or Fifth Grade Cultivation, naturally were powerless.

“Young doctor, it seems like something extra is in my body, it’s truly quite uncomfortable,”

Song Yu said coquettishly, her beautiful eyes springlike.

“It’s just leftover Sword Qi, no difficulty there,”

An Jing said calmly, then reached into his medicine box for a silver needle.

The Sword Qi left by oneself, as long as the silver needle entered their body, then absorbed that Sword Qi, it could be done.

“Is this really possible?”

Song He also appeared surprised.

That night, they had been troubled by the residual Sword Qi from the Ghost Swordsman, suffering headache and discomfort.

An Jing nodded, “Of course, please sit well, immortal. I will use the silver needle in my hand to dissolve the Sword Qi in your body.”

Hearing this, Song Yu promptly sat cross-legged.

An Jing took a deep breath, took a silver needle between his fingers, and then slowly inserted it.

As the silver needle entered, a trace of Inner Strength flowed in as well, beginning to absorb the Sword Qi inside Song Yu.

Above the silver needle, faint white smoke could be seen—the residual Sword Qi within Song Yu.

“Hmm…”

Song Yu felt the Sword Qi dissolving in her body and let out a satisfying sound, “Much better now, young doctor, you really are skilled.”

Amazed, Song He from the side exclaimed, unable to believe that the annoying, tormenting Sword Qi could be so easily resolved in front of this doctor.

After a while, An Jing finally removed the silver needle from his hand, and looked at Song He, “Immortal, it’s your turn now.”

Song He, eager, quickly sat down.

Meanwhile, Song Yu began to regulate and ease her Qi Mechanism.

The silver needle was inserted, and the white smoke fluttered out.

All was as before; soon, the Sword Qi within Song He had also entirely been resolved.

Having felt that kind of relaxed, exhilarating sensation, Song He took a deep breath.

“The young doctor is not only handsome, but his medical skills are also quite remarkable.”

Song Yu looked at An Jing’s face and could not help but giggle.

An Jing clasped his hands together and said, “Fairy, you jest, it’s but a trivial skill.”

Song Yu, with a smile, reached towards her waist and took out some silver coins, “The young doctor is really modest, here is the consultation fee, please accept it.”

“Thank you.”

An Jing reached out to take the consultation fee.

Just as his palm was about to touch the silver coins, he suddenly felt a gentle scratch in the center of his palm, itchy and very binding.

“Young doctor, do you want the consultation fee, or do you want me to offer myself to you?”

Song Yu giggled.

An Jing’s face turned crimson instantly, and he quickly withdrew his hand, “Fairy… you jest.”

A doctor is only to administer acupuncture, not to get injected….

“Sister, look, the young doctor is blushing.”

Song He covered her mouth and chuckled lightly on the side.

Seeing such a scene, the two seemed to become even bolder.

“Fairy has not been jesting, why not have some joy together?” Song Yu grabbed An Jing’s arm, then caressed it and whispered into his ear, exhaling like an orchid.

That warm breath felt almost soul-snatching.

Song He also stepped forward, her eyes filled with allure, and stretched her hand inside An Jing’s clothes, “Indeed, you have not yet seen all of fairy’s skills, don’t you really wish to experience them….”

“Hold on!”

An Jing quickly stepped back and said solemnly to the two women, “I already have a family, and at this moment, my heart has no room for others, moreover, I dare not offend two fairies, please forgive me.”

Song Yu looked at An Jing in surprise, “Really no other intentions?”

“Absolutely certain.”

An Jing said seriously, “If there is any falsehood, may I be struck by thunder from the heavens.”

Last night’s battle left not a single drop behind…

The two looked at each other, disbelief in their eyes.

Are there really cats that don’t eat fish in this world?

“Since that is the case, here is your silver,” Song Yu, with a curl of her lip, threw the silver coins at An Jing.

“Thank you, two fairies, thank you, and now I will take my leave.”

An Jing caught the silver coins, bowed to the two, and with a sense of reprieve, retreated towards the outside of the house.

“It’s really a pity.” Song Yu, watching An Jing’s back, felt quite disappointed.

Who wouldn’t like such a handsome, shy young doctor?

“This young doctor really isn’t bad,” Song He also said with a sigh, a twinge of sourness in her heart: “But a good match that has already been met.”

…..

Outside the wing room.

“These two nuns, it wouldn’t have mattered if they didn’t want to pay the consultation fee, but to try to take advantage of me for free, truly delusional.”

Stepping out of the wing room, An Jing let out a light breath, then, carrying his medicine box, he headed toward the outside of the Wuliang Temple.

He had long heard that the root of the Great Zhenyi Sect was rotting, although he hadn’t quite believed it before, now it seemed the rumors weren’t without foundation.

Thinking it over, it also seemed normal.

The Zhenyi Sect held sway over the Great Yan Martial World and was even the National Religion on the temple grounds, with Xiao Qianqiu as the current State Preceptor, granted special privileges by the Great Yan Emperor: “Enter the court without bowing to the sovereign, leave the court without bidding farewell to the sovereign.”

Under such a colossal entity, it was natural for factions to be rife and for a mix of good and bad, breeding parasites.

An Jing continued walking towards the exit of the temple.

Just then, two voices rang out.

“Mo Yan brother, this way, please.”

“Please.”

Following the voices, he saw Yu Huai and a man in black brocade clothes, wearing a mask, coming from another direction, seemingly also heading toward the exit of the temple.

Upon seeing An Jing, Yu Huai’s brows furrowed, “Who are you?”

“Replying to the Daoist, I am a doctor from Jishi Hall in Yu State City, here to examine fairies,” An Jing hurriedly bowed with clasped hands.

Yu Huai nodded slightly, asking, “Was the condition cured?”

“It has been resolved, and I was about to leave,”

An Jing replied.

Yu Huai blandly said, “Then hurry back. This place is the back yard and not suitable to linger.”

“Yes, I will take my leave now.”

An Jing bowed, then quickly walked toward the exit of the temple.

“Mo Yan brother, this way, please,”

After watching An Jing leave, Yu Huai then gestured with his hand.

“Alright.”

Mo Yan nodded and followed behind the Grandmaster Yu Huai.

……

“Mo Yan!?”

An Jing’s eyebrows furrowed tightly. He had heard this name before, and then something came to mind, his eyes suddenly lit up, “Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion!”

Mo Yan was indeed from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, and it must have been someone from there who leaked his whereabouts to Qi Yun searching for him.

Thinking this, a chill surged in An Jing’s heart.

Jiang Sanjia’s letter once mentioned that Zhao Mengtai had good relations with the Zhenyi Sect; it would be normal if he knew he carried the Daluo Heart Method and informed the Zhenyi Sect.

Last night Qi Yun died, and now someone from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion had come looking for a person from the Zhenyi Sect. Why?

Could it be that the Zhenyi Sect wanted the people from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion to find him?

After much contemplation, An Jing left the Wuliang Temple and then changed his clothes in a corner.

He wanted to see what the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion’s intentions were today.

Just as An Jing had changed his clothes, he saw Mo Yan, escorted by the Grandmaster Yu Huai, coming out of Wuliang Temple.

“Hmm!?”

Without any hesitation, An Jing quickly followed him.

After Mo Yan left the temple, he stepped onto a sprout and soon arrived outside a small town near Yu State City.

This town was called Li Town, not far from Yu State City, and was mostly inhabited by farmers.

An Jing’s movement technique was agile, and his ability to conceal his aura was extraordinary, which even a grandmaster like the Universal Benefit Bodhisattva would find difficult to detect.

Even though Mo Yan was very cautious, he still didn’t realize that someone was following him.

Mo Yan entered the town, turned left and right, and then stopped in front of two grass huts and stepped inside.

“Could this be a stronghold of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion?”

An Jing slightly raised his eyebrows, and felt strange inwardly. He scrutinized the area, and was slightly surprised.

What appeared to be ordinary grass huts were surrounded by experts; many of them possessed the capabilities of the Xuanyi Guard Copper arrest officers, and some even had Third and Second Grade Cultivation.

An Jing leapt quietly and landed on top of the grass hut without making a sound, and then crouched down. Soon after, he heard the voices of Mo Yan talking with someone inside the hut.

Through the faint light, An Jing saw a middle-aged woman.

The woman looked plain, dressed in light purple palace attire, and her eyes glowed with a cold green light, making them unforgettable at a glance.

Somehow, the Qi mechanism coming from the middle-aged woman seemed familiar to him.

Mo Yan sat down, and the woman personally poured him a cup of tea, then asked, “Brother Mo, was Qi Yun killed?”

Mo Yan took a sip of tea and then said solemnly, “This matter is a long story and quite peculiar. Qi Yun was accidentally killed during a fierce battle between the Ghost Swordsman and a mysterious expert.”

“Accidentally killed?!”

The woman was stunned upon hearing this.

Qi Yun, who had First Grade Cultivation, was accidentally killed?

If she didn’t know Mo Yan to be a serious person, she wouldn’t have believed it.

Mo Yan’s expression was grave, “Yes, the strength of the Ghost Swordsman is well known to your Human Sect. Although the Universal Benefit Bodhisattva was severely injured by Lin Yiyang’s sword qi and yes he is a grandmaster, the fact that the Ghost Swordsman could defeat him proves his strength. The mysterious expert’s power is said to be even more terrifying…”

Saying this, Mo Yan looked strangely at the woman, “Guardian Luo, could that mysterious expert be Li Fuzhou?”

The woman waved her hand, “How could it be? Sect Master Li has already left. There are almost no experts from the Demon Sect in Yu State City now.”

Of course, the Sect Hierarch was still there, but naturally, she couldn’t share that with Mo Yan.

Mo Yan also nodded, although it was very likely that the Demon Sect was involved, trying to blame the Buddhist sect, those in the Demon Sect capable of such strength were indeed not many, and the only one who was in Great Yan was Li Fuzhou.

Since Li Fuzhou had fled after killing Xi Jikui, it couldn’t have been someone from the Demon Sect.

In that case, who was that mysterious expert?

“But regardless, this matter is advantageous for your Demon Sect,” Mo Yan said with a light laugh.

The murkier the waters of the Great Yan Martial World, the better it is for the Demon Sect to fish in troubled waters.

An Jing, listening to their conversation from above, was shocked.

That woman was actually from the Demon Sect, and the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion was not only involved with the Zhenyi Sect but also colluding with experts from the Demon Sect.

What on earth did the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion want to do?!

Or rather, what on earth did Zhao Mengtai want to do?!

The woman laughed, “Brother Mo is right, but from my point of view, the water is not murky enough yet.”

Mo Yan nodded, “Qi Yun was pushed forward by the Zhenyi Sect. If the Zhenyi Sect can push forward one person, they can push forward a second. Though it will take some effort and cost, for a huge organization like the Zhenyi Sect, it’s not difficult.”

“I reckon that at this juncture, the experts from the Zhenyi Sect might not use this as an excuse to go to war with the Buddhist sect. They will most likely send people to investigate the identities of the Ghost Swordsman and that mysterious person.”

The woman’s eerie green eyes flashed a cold gleam, “Therefore, we need to add some oil to this fire, maybe by killing Liu Qingshan.”

Mo Yan also revealed a slight smile, “Once Liu Qingshan dies, the Cao Gang will indeed be headless dragons, and will surely fall into disarray. Although Guo Yuchun is clever, he doesn’t have enough power to deter the Cao Gang and its numerous members. At that time, with some provocation, a call for the Five Gangs Alliance meeting is made…”

Having said that, Mo Yan fell silent.

The Five Gangs Alliance, countless eyes were watching with envy, fear, desire to join, desire to dissolve it, and more who wanted to firmly control it in their hands.

If the Five Gangs Alliance truly succeeded, it would be like an additional towering giant in the Great Yan Martial World, adding several uncertain factors to the local dynamics of Great Yan.

Who wouldn’t be tempted to become the mastermind behind it all?

The woman took a deep breath, “Liu Qingshan is in the Heavenly Flower Realm. Are there other experts backing him?”

Mo Yan glanced at the middle-aged woman, “Tian Liu at the Human Flower Realm, there should be another expert at the Earth Flower Realm by her side, probably sent by the Crown Prince…”

Mo Yan had long since thoroughly investigated the strength of the Cao Gang.

The middle-aged woman took a deep breath and said, “The second day of the second month is a good day.”

“Indeed, it is.”

Mo Yan nodded.

An Jing heard the volume of the conversation decrease and silently slipped away.

Walking on the path, he took a deep breath, still digesting the information he had just heard.

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, on the surface, colluded with the Zhenyi Sect, while secretly they also had ties with the Demon Sect. It had to be said that the person behind this was truly mad.

“This Second Prince is also a ruthless person…”

It is known that the Demon Sect had previously formed a rebel army, attempting to overthrow the Great Yan Dynasty during the war between Zhao Country and Great Yan, but they had failed at that time.

This had made the Great Yan Emperor resolute in expelling the Demon Sect.

As a member of the royal family, Zhao Mengtai daring to collude with the Demon Sect, if this matter were to be exposed, then Zhao Mengtai would definitely face the dragon’s head guillotine…

“The second day of the second month, huh?”

An Jing’s brows furrowed, recalling the letter Jiang Sanjia had given him.

The Zhenyi Sect surely wouldn’t let go of the opportunity to find him, and he had killed two from the Xuanyi Guard, and was wanted by the Xuanyi Guard, offending the two strongest forces in Great Yan, indeed making it difficult for him to move an inch.

Zhao Mengtai, in order to forge a relationship with the Zhenyi Sect, surely wanted to capture him, otherwise, he wouldn’t have leaked his information to Qi Yun.

Should he, as Jiang Sanjia suggested, use this opportunity to resolve the grievances with the Cao Gang and, in passing, board the ship of this Crown Prince?

Jiang Sanjia said that the Crown Prince was kind-hearted, and it seemed he wouldn’t mistake his character.

After pondering for a moment, An Jing couldn’t help but smile wryly.

How difficult could it be to leave the grudges of the Jianghu!?

Where there are people, there are grudges, where there are grudges, there are the Jianghu, and humans are the Jianghu, who can avoid it?

This world abounds with people everywhere, filled with Jianghu everywhere.

Desiring to be a carefree wanderer in the human world, henceforth the Jianghu has no acquaintances.

Unfortunately, from the moment you are born, one of your feet is already stepping into the Jianghu.

“Forget it, I’ll deal with it when the time comes.”

An Jing shook his head, “Taking advantage of today’s departure of Shui Zhongyue, I can indeed take out the secret from the cave…”

Zhao Qingmei was going to return home to visit her family. The journey might bring dangers, and those two wooden figures must be taken out, otherwise, how could An Jing be at ease letting her travel alone?

……

Jishi Hall.

With the arrival of spring, the weather gradually warmed up.

Zhao Qingmei sat in front of the hall, one hand holding a needle and thread, the other holding an embroidery handkerchief, which appeared to be embroidered with several dazzling red roses, below which were lush weeds.

Tan Yun lay on the Taishi chair, dozing off, her chest heaving up and down with her breaths.

Little Black curled up into a ball, lying next to her feet.

Accompanied by the specks of sunlight shining down, the scene was cozy and comfortable.

“Yu!”

Just then, the sound of a carriage came from outside.

Zhao Qingmei put down the embroidery handkerchief, curiously walking out.

“This is three hundred copper coins, take it.”

“Doctor An, if I take this money, I’ll be drowned by the spittle of the townsfolk.”

“It’s okay, take it.”

“No, no, no, I can’t take it, absolutely cannot take it, I’m heading back first.”

…….

Only to see An Jing arguing with a coachman about something, then the coachman hastily departed.

At An Jing’s side, there stood two people, not very tall, but both wearing straw hats.

“What’s going on?”

Zhao Qingmei approached, curiously looking at the two people next to him, “Who are these?”

“Let’s go, I’ll tell you back at home.”

An Jing grabbed the two wooden figures and headed towards the backyard.

The coachman was actually a regular in running errands in Baima Town.

Zhao Qingmei watched An Jing’s retreating figure and quickly followed.

“Sir, you’re back….”

Hearing the voice, Tan Yun, looking sleepy, unconsciously wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

“Madam, come quickly, I have a great treasure to show you.”

As An Jing walked towards the backyard, he said.

“What kind of treasure? I see them every day.”

Zhao Qingmei blinked and said with a smile.

An Jing’s step faltered upon hearing the news, after which he looked seriously at Tan Yun, “You close the door first.”

“We still have fifteen minutes until closing time…..”

Tan Yun muttered, but he closed the shop nevertheless.

Zhao Qingmei, seeing An Jing in this state, grew even more curious.

Soon, Tan Yun skillfully closed up shop.

Zhao Qingmei couldn’t help asking, “Husband, what is it actually about?”

“Madam, didn’t I tell you last time? I would prepare some items for you when you leave.”

An Jing gently lifted the conical hats from two wooden figures, “These are it.”

As the conical hats fell, the two wooden figures also appeared in front of them.

“Woof woof!” “Woof woof!”

The little black dog, seeing the two wooden figures, immediately bared its teeth and burst into a wild bark.

“Go, go, go play over there.”

An Jing kicked it away.

Tan Yun touched the wooden figures and clucked his tongue, “Son-in-law, these are your handiwork? I didn’t know you had this craft in you.”

“I didn’t make these.” An Jing shook his head and said, “They were made by someone else.”

Tan Yun nodded, suddenly realizing, “I thought so, how could our son-in-law have such nimble hands.”

An Jing: “….”

“Husband, these are?”

Zhao Qingmei seemed to sense that the wooden figures were extraordinary, as though there was another mystery within them.

An Jing slowly said, “These are mechanical puppets.”

“Mechanical puppets!?”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingmei furrowed her brows as something came to mind, “Could they be from the Mo Family’s mechanical puppetry?”

An Jing smiled and said, “Madam is truly from a learned family, to think you know even about the Mo Family. Yes, these are indeed Mo Family’s mechanical puppets.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingmei was shocked. Then she quickly looked at the mechanical puppets and said, “Husband, are these things still functional?”

Zhao Qingmei was certainly familiar with the Mo Family’s puppetry technique.

In the ancient books of the Demon Sect, it was recorded that the Great Qin Dynasty was able to dominate the world partly due to these mechanical puppets from the Mo Family.

Unfortunately, with the inexplicable decline of the Great Qin Dynasty, this art of puppetry also completely vanished.

Later, although some mechanical puppets and other Mo devices were found, most were damaged, and without the core blueprints and secrets, the replicas were far worse compared to the original Mo creations.

An Jing gravely nodded and said, “Of course, these two mechanical puppets both have Third Grade Cultivation.”

Zhao Qingmei, as if she hadn’t heard An Jing’s words, kept examining the mechanical puppets, and Tan Yun was also curiously watching.

“These have Third Grade Cultivation.”

An Jing repeated.

What’s going on!?

Didn’t you hear me?

“What!? Aren’t they stronger than Head Arrest Officer Han then?”

Tan Yun reacted, his face showing surprise.

An Jing nodded, then smiled contentedly, “Of course, they could fight a hundred Han Wenxin.”

Zhao Qingmei thought to herself, although there are no blueprints, if she could take them back to study, perhaps there was a slim chance she could unearth the secrets of these Mo Family devices. What if she accidentally succeeded?

Thinking this, her heart blazed with excitement.

“Husband, how did you come by these?” Zhao Qingmei asked, incredulous.

“That’s a long story.”

An Jing cleared his throat, “It was five years ago, I had gone up the mountain to gather herbs and encountered a Heavenly Transformation Grass on a cliff. I wanted to pluck it, but I had not thought that there was another mystery within the cliff; it concealed a cave. I carefully entered the cave and found these two wooden figures and some martial arts books.”

An Jing had already planned his story, even linking it with the martial arts books he feared might be discovered.

That makes sense!

Hearing Zhao Qingmei say this, her mind suddenly became clear.

Five years ago, An Jing was already around fourteen or fifteen, beyond the critical phase for cultivating his muscles and bones. Moreover, being destitute and without any elixirs to take, even if he did obtain these precious martial arts, practicing them was extremely inefficient, and having some cultivation was already quite an achievement.

“Son-in-law, I didn’t expect you to have such an extraordinary adventure,” Tan Yun said, his eyes gleaming.

Usually, aren’t these kinds of stories only found in narrative books?

“Yes, unfortunately, these two wooden figures seem to be incomplete, but fortunately, there is a controlling method.”

An Jing nodded and said, “I will pass the control method to you, Madam. When you go back to visit your family, I will be much more at ease.”

Hearing this, Zhao Qingmei’s heart warmed, “Husband, you are truly thoughtful.”

The husband has such powerful puppets, but he has never brought them out.

Possibly, if she had not been leaving, An Jing would never have taken out these wooden figures in his life.

He must prefer living a peaceful life, not vying for fame and profit.

Thinking this, Zhao Qingmei became even more determined in her heart; she must complete her grand ambition soon, so her brother would not fall into this deceitful whirlpool of competing for fame and profit.

An Jing smiled and said, “Madam, next time you go back, I will accompany you.”

Zhao Qingmei nodded heavily, “Alright, we’ll go back together next time.”

By the next time, it seemed everything would have already settled into dust.

…..

The night dimmed.

“You come and go like the wind, leaving my body once full, now empty……”

Humming a tune, Han Wenxin walked towards his home with light steps.

“Creak!”

Skilfully opening the door, Han Wenxin casually threw his boots aside, then lit a candle.

“That old man Zhou said I never read books, only knowing how to wield knives and shoot guns.”

Han Wenxin muttered to himself as he walked to the table, scoffing, “He does not know that I study day and night, and what I have learned, I transform for my use…..”

With that, he took out a book titled “Behind the Curtain of Flower Shadows” from a shelf.

“Today I shall study this one….”

Just as Han Wenxin was about to review and renew his knowledge, a figure suddenly appeared at the window.

“You… you…”

Seeing the person, Han Wenxin’s mouth trembled as he spoke.

The person was none other than the black-clad man who had beaten him several times before.

“Bang!”

Before Han Wenxin could finish speaking, a fist viciously smashed over.

“Ouch!”

Han Wenxin quickly covered his eyes.

“I heard you reached the Sixth Grade?”

The black-clad man sneered.

“You… how did you know?” Han Wenxin said, both shocked and angry.

“I have my ways of knowing,”

After saying this, the black-clad man started to punch and kick Han Wenxin, saying while he beat him, “If you dare to yell, I’ll come every day, beat you until you can’t take care of yourself.”

“Woo… woo…”

Han Wenxin clutched the corners of the chair tightly, not daring to speak loudly, only able to make helpless whimpers.

After the storm passed, everything returned to calm.

About half a stick of incense later, the black-clad man let out a heavy breath and glanced at “Behind the Curtain of Flower Shadows” on the floor, his eyes suddenly brightened.

“Do you have more of this book?”

Seeing his “Behind the Curtain of Flower Shadows” picked up by the man, Han Wenxin touched the tears at the corner of his eyes, “No… no more, just this one.”

“Really?” The black-clad man raised his eyebrow: “I don’t believe you.”

“You!” Han Wenxin suddenly became angry but was nevertheless very aggrieved, “What do you take Han Wenxin for.”

“Let’s put it this way, arrest officer, I beat you because I respect you.”

“No, you don’t need to respect me.”

“Bang!”

Before Han Wenxin could finish speaking, another fist came flying, making tears stream down his face.

“Hand over these things quickly.” The black-clad man said gruffly: “If I’m in a good mood, I might beat you less.”

“There’s… really no more,” Han Wenxin said pitifully.

“No more?”

The black-clad man’s eyebrows lifted, and then he walked towards the bookshelf.

“Stop searching… there really are no more,” Han Wenxin hurriedly said.

“Rustle! Rustle!”

The black-clad man opened a hidden compartment, and suddenly books fell like rain.

“National Beauty,” “Lotus Treasure,” “Dreaming of Flowers”…….

Han Wenxin’s mouth opened wide, his face ashen.

Seeing this, joy flickered briefly in the black-clad man’s eyes before he glared menacingly at Han Wenxin, “You little scoundrel, dare to lie to me?”

“Woo… please, show some mercy, leave me one book,” Han Wenxin clutched the man’s legs.

“Scram!”

The black-clad man kicked Han Wenxin away in disgust, expertly gathered the books from the ground onto a cloth, and then rolled it up and slung it on his back.

“If I don’t read for a day, I’ll die….”

Han Wenxin said feebly.

“Then die,”

The black-clad man said before stepping on the windowsill and leaping away, disappearing from Han Wenxin’s yard in the blink of an eye.

“You damn scoundrel!”

Han Wenxin stood at the window, yelling furiously: “I’ll die… I’ll die right now, and after I’m dead, see who you can beat to vent your anger!”