Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 8 This must be an evil spirit!

In the yard, the ugly slave, who had just finished washing the chamber pot, stood up and was about to go back to the house.

But when she stood up, she was startled.

The dazed little Taoist boy by the pond had an equally dazed person beside him.

It’s Zhao Qi’an!

At this moment, Zhao Qi'an was exactly the same as the little Taoist boy, with lifeless eyes, as if they had lost their souls.

The two people, one big and one small, look like father and son.

Chou Nu was shocked. Could it be that this little Taoist boy was possessed by an evil spirit?
He brought the little Taoist boy home, but ended up bringing the evil spirit in him back as well, and infecting his master as well?
"Right, right... Grandma said that evil spirits are most afraid of filth!"

Her eyes fell on the chamber pot in her hand.

The ugly slave regretted that he had washed this thing too cleanly just now.

She touched her belly, her eyes gradually becoming firm: "No matter what, saving lives is the most important thing!"

Just as the ugly slave was hurriedly leaving the courtyard carrying the chamber pot.

Zhao Qi'an's dilated pupils refocused and his gaze fell on the ugly slave who was running towards the toilet.

"What is she going to do?"

He shook his head and ignored his maid who was prone to being startled.

Zhao Qi'an entered the main house, took out a sword from the house, and returned to the pond in the yard.

He just felt like he had poked a hole in the sky with his sword.

But in reality, he just stood by the pond for a while and did nothing.

All of that is just an illusion in my mind.

But the terrifying sword force that one could feel when stabbing out that sword was not an illusion.

Zhao Qian'an relaxed his mind and immersed himself in the illusion once again.

In the phantom, he kept repeating the sword thrust.

In reality, he also raised his sword and imitated the figure's sword drawing.

[Kendo Perception +1]

[Kendo Perception +1]

Illusion and reality overlap at this moment.

He tried to make his sword catch up with the sword in the phantom.

But no matter how hard I try, I just can't do it.

He thrust out sword after sword, as if tireless.

I failed every time, and every time was not as effective as that Jinglong sword.

But with every strike of the sword, he could gain more insights from the terrifying sword force in the phantom.

The way the body's strength explodes, the route of spiritual power flowing through the meridians, and the illusory yet real "sword force".

With the blessing of the "Sword Immortal's Talent", his understanding of the way of the sword has reached a terrifying level. A simple sword stab has evolved into countless sword techniques in his mind.

But in the end, everything returned to one and transformed into the sword that shocked the dragon!
The sword that Zhao Qi'an thrust out gradually overlapped with the sword in the phantom.

From the beginning, the sword failed, but later it gradually caught up with the action...

He felt that he was about to understand.

But at this moment, he felt a sense of crisis approaching.

Zhao Qi'an was no longer immersed in the illusion, his eyes instantly regained clarity, and he swung the iron sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly in the direction of the source of the crisis.

A faint sense of pressure emanated from his body, and ripples appeared on the surface of the pond behind him.

The next moment, Zhao Qi'an had already seen the person coming behind him.

The ugly slave stood behind him without him knowing, holding a chamber pot above her head, but her body was stiff because of the sword pointing at her throat. Her eyes glanced down involuntarily, but she didn't dare to move.

She felt that for a moment, she was not facing her gentle master, but a giant dragon!
The terrifying pressure made her legs tremble, and she even lost the thought of defending herself.

She clearly didn’t have this feeling when she was a child and fighting with a lion in her hometown!
The pressure from Zhao Qi'an quickly dissipated, and he retracted his sword. The ugly slave felt that he could control his body again, holding the chamber pot, touching his throat and gasping for breath.

Zhao Qi'an sheathed his sword and asked, "Why are you standing behind me?"

The ugly slave reacted and immediately hid the chamber pot behind his back, stammering, "No, I didn't do anything."

"What are you hiding behind your back?"

Just when Zhao Qi'an was about to go around behind her to take a look, she ran away holding the chamber pot: "I, I remembered that there is still soup cooking in the kitchen, I have to go and take a look."

"Master, now that you're done practicing, remember to go back to your room and have breakfast!"

Looking at the ugly slave running away in panic, Zhao Qian'an smiled helplessly and shook his head.

……

"You can see it, too?"

When Zhao Qi'an came behind the little Taoist boy sitting on the bluestone beside the pond, this time, the little Taoist boy no longer ignored him, but tilted his little head and looked at him with shining eyes.

Zhao Qi'an knew what he was talking about.

The phantom he just saw was due to the extraction of the Taoist boy's fate entry of "the potential of a sword immortal".

This phantom is most likely the "sword art inheritance" left by the little Taoist boy in his previous life for his future reincarnation.

This is also the reason why Zhao Qi'an once said that the little Taoist boy does not need a master to teach him, he has the best "teacher".

However, Zhao Qi'an was just trying to get some inheritance. He would only see the inheritance phantom when the "Qi of a Sword Immortal" entry came into effect.

But the little Taoist boy is not like that. He can see it all the time, but he cannot switch between the perspective of reality and illusion as easily as Zhao Qian'an.

He was immersed in the illusion, and he was learning and comprehending the sword tradition passed down to him by his previous life over and over again. It was difficult for him to pay attention to things in the outside world.

This is also the reason why he is in a daze most of the time and behaves like an autistic child.

Zhao Qi'an touched his head and replied, "Occasionally."

The little Taoist boy nodded and asked, "Can we go and take revenge today?"

Zhao Qi'an shook his head and said, "Not yet. I'm still looking for your enemy."

The little Taoist boy said "Oh" and stopped talking.

He held his chin and looked at the pool of water again, and soon his eyes became lifeless again.

……

After breakfast, an uninvited guest came to Zhao Qi'an's courtyard.

"Today, Concubine Zhen is hosting a family banquet at Fuyan Palace. Your Highness asks the Prince Consort to make preparations in advance and enter the palace with Your Highness at 3 p.m."

After Luan Nu greeted Zhao Qinan, he explained his purpose.

Zhao Qian'an calculated the date with his fingers. Today was not a special day. Concubine Zhen held a banquet at home to invite him and Yuzhen to the palace. It might be related to His Majesty's upcoming 80th birthday.

He nodded and said, "I understand. Go back and tell your Highness, I'll go."

"Lord, there is one more thing..."

Luan Nu took a few steps closer to him and lowered her voice, "The matter of Feng Nu has spread throughout the mansion today. The princess is furious and has sent people to search for Feng Nu and Zhang Silang... But most of the people sent by Your Highness are our people, so they won't find anything."

In this princess's mansion, except for some elderly people brought out from the palace by Yuzhen, most of them have been replaced by Zhao Qi'an's own people without his knowledge in the past few years.

Including some of Yu Zhen’s self-proclaimed confidants.

She took out a red sandalwood box from her bosom and presented it respectfully: "This is something that the benefactor entrusted to me. It was only because Feng Nu was not here that I was able to obtain it. I hope the benefactor will understand."

Zhao Qi'an took the red sandalwood box, but was not in a hurry to open it. He asked, "Are there any results from Baiyun Temple?"

"No, everything is normal in Baiyun Temple, and I haven't heard of any bloody incidents recently."

This result did not satisfy Zhao Qian.

But he didn't say much and waved his hand to signal Luan Nu to leave.

After Luan Nu left, he turned his gaze to the rosewood box in his hand.

(End of this chapter)