I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 216 Chen Zhian, do you really want to rebel?

Yu Li Ke took the extremely precious third-grade elixir and woke up in just two days.

On the back of his hand, which was exposed outside his clothes, there were still bloody lines that looked quite bloody.

But his eyes have regained clarity.

The long knife was in his hand again, and he moved forward again.

Chen Zhian thanked Yu Like in person, but Yu Like was still thinking about the preciousness of the third-grade elixir.

The two of them didn't exchange too many pleasantries.

Chen Zhian called Yun Ting again, and the three of them talked for a full hour.

Yu Li Ke packed his bags and left Xuantianjing for the north.

"I harmed my comrades."

Yun Ting drank a lot of wine tonight, and the silkworms in the wine made Yun Ting drunk.

“Most of the brothers who fought with me on Ku Lao Mountain in the past have died at the hands of Shangyuan Lu’s followers.

Only seven or eight of them have become bandits, barely surviving."

Chen Zhian listened silently.

Yun Ting suddenly thought of something, and a look of desolation flashed across his eyes before he turned solemn: “But they are all top-notch figures. If the Uehara Lu family wants to kill them, they must also want to chop off the head of the Lu family, or even the head of the Lu family.

It's just that I don't have this opportunity.

General! Don't worry, if Yu Li Ke can successfully contact them, they will definitely accept my call and come to Jingji Prefecture."

Yun Ting called Chen Zhian general.

He seemed drunk, but his eyes were burning, and the word "general" was very clear...

He had endured injustice and no longer had any hope for the court. What he hoped most was that the fake Taibai Tower could stand in Dayu and kill all the unjust people in the world.

The two of them drank a lot of wine, and only when Yun Ting fell asleep did Chen Zhian leave the yard and go to Balian Street.

Qu Junhui was still squatting on the ground, fiddling with the paper figure.

Chen Zhian had always thought that there was nothing strange about these paper figures, but as his cultivation level improved and his spiritual power grew stronger, when he looked at the paper figures made by Qu Junhui himself, he found that these paper figures... seemed a little weird.

It’s as if there are some strange things living among these paper figures.

But since this had nothing to do with him, Chen Zhian didn't ask any further questions.

Qu Junhui was still the same as before, with a mighty figure and looking like a general, but he always had a mercenary smile on his face, as if he was afraid that others didn't know that he was a profiteer.

At this time, the two were sitting opposite each other.

Qu Junhui looked at the seven or eight treasures on the table and swallowed.

"Little ancestor, you have too much stolen goods. If you take them out in a short time, you will definitely be targeted by the six families of Dayu."

Qu Junhui's eyelids twitched: "You really don't know how to live or die. You killed their people and touched their bodies... huh? And the bloody clothes, you didn't even let go of the clothes of the dead."

Chen Zhian was drinking tea, but his spirit flowed out of Xirenju and landed at the intersection of Baliang Street.

There stood a white-haired old man, looking towards Xirenju from afar, waiting patiently.

A quarter of an hour after he arrived at Xirenju, the old man arrived at the intersection of Balian Street. There was no need to think too much, as he knew that the man was waiting for him.

Who is this person?

Chen Zhian pondered in his heart, but he did not forget to answer Qu Junhui: "He who kills will be killed. If they come to kill me, they must be prepared to be killed by me. The same goes for the six surnames of Dayu... Boss Qu, please stop pretending to be sincere and trying to bargain."

Qu Junhui sighed again: "These dirty things belong to the six families of Dayu. I am just a shop owner on the street. How dare I, a small Xirenju, touch their things?"

Chen Zhian smiled.

A shop owner who can drink and chat with Prince Duanque?

When Qu Junhui saw the expression on Chen Zhian's face, he knew that this bargaining was ineffective, so he picked up what Chen Zhian had written.

"Battle formations, standard treasure clothes or armor, standard weapons..."

"Chen Zhian, what do you want these things for? Do you want to rebel?"

Qu Junhui was really sweating profusely this time, and he glanced at Chen Zhian secretly.

When Chen Zhian came to Xuantianjing for the first time, Qu Junhui had already started dealing with Chen Zhian.

If one were to find someone in Xuantianjing who understands Chen Zhian’s fierce temper best, Qu Junhui would be one of them.

Boss Qu knew that Chen Zhian was extremely bold, but now it seems that he had underestimated Chen Zhian.

"Five hundred sets of armor... Think carefully. Without a saint's personal gift and a high-ranking family, raising a private army in Dayu will cost you your life."

Chen Zhian didn't care at all and said, "I can't just rely on empty words to get the seal. Once I get the seal, the sage Song Xiang will definitely let me build a team.

It is better to prepare early than to worry about it later."

Qu Jun thought about it and it seemed to be true. He rolled his eyes and said to Chen Zhian, "I can find armor and weapons for you.

It’s just that the battle formation technique still needs some time…”

"Since you know my good friend from over thirty years ago, and even came to see me through his introduction, you must have a close relationship with him.

He is an expert in battle formations, why not ask him?"

"But... I heard that he had met with a disaster and was fleeing with his troops in a hurry. I'm afraid we won't be able to contact him in such a short time."

Chen Zhian nodded calmly.

Old Huang Liang was a man of great majesty and authority. Chen Zhian had long guessed that Old Huang Liang must be a powerful figure.

The great disaster that Lao Huang Liang encountered as mentioned by Qu Junhui should be the last time Lao Huang Liang was injured and even in despair.

"It seems that Old Huang Liang is an extraordinary general. If so, it's just right. I can ask Old Huang Liang for advice on the battle formation."

Chen Zhian thought in his heart.

"And these herbs...are much more valuable than the ones you asked for before. I'm afraid that the things in your treasures won't be enough to exchange for 500 sets of swords and armor, these herbs, and the silver."

Qu Junhui's eyes flickered.

Chen Zhian smiled and did not answer Qu Junhui.

These dozen or so Qiankun treasures of his all came from Yuque figures.

Among them, there are many spiritual treasures and even weapons that have been forged thousands or tens of thousands of times.

He only let Yun Ting, Bai Jian and others pick out a part of it, and almost all the remaining useless ones were brought back to Qu Jun.

With so many treasures, it should be enough to support a thousand-man army for two to three decades.

"Swindler." Chen Zhian cursed in his heart.

Seeing that he could not deceive Chen Zhian, Qu Junhui reached out and took out three more silver bills.

"I will pay you the silver you want for now. These silver notes are from the official bank of Dayu, totaling 15,000 taels of gold. Even if it is used to support private soldiers, it will be enough for them to live for a while."

"As for the armor, weapons, and medicinal materials, you need to give me some time."

The two men reached a deal, but Qu Junhui was still busy making paper figures and kept chasing Chen Zhian out.

Chen Zhian walked out of Xirenju and saw from afar the old man with his hands clasped together, bowing to him.

The old man had a pale face and no beard, and his lips were extremely thin, but his eyes revealed a hint of coldness.

"Is it the eunuch in the palace?"

Chen Zhian thought to himself as he walked closer and began to visualize Nan Liujing in his mind.

The turmoil outside Xuantianjing caused heavy losses to all families.

There are countless people in this capital who hate him to the core.

But when he returned to Beijing, everything was as normal and calm. Chen Zhian knew that this was not the Six Clans of Dayu admitting defeat to him, but a bigger storm was brewing.

These real aristocratic families of Dayu finally realized that those petty fights in the past could not kill Chen Zhian, but would become the nourishment for Chen Zhian to climb to a higher position.

They were looking for an opportunity to turn into a storm that would sweep away everything and kill Chen Zhian once and for all.

Because of this, even on the street, Chen Zhian always remains on guard.

The picture of the Jade Capital in the sky had already unfolded in his mind, and the Wuju Tower emerged from the sea of clouds.

He also visualized Nan Liujing all the time to avoid being killed by the powerful man's magical powers.

But Chen Zhian's face was quite calm, and he just looked at the old man in front of him.

"My master invites Mr. Chen to his house for a chat." The old man put his hands in his sleeves without taking them out, but bent down to salute Chen Zhian.

"Who is your master?" Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows.

The old man said, "My master is a nobleman in the palace. Mr. Chen went out of the city to hunt a few days ago, and he just returned from afar."

Chen Zhian frowned slightly and asked, "Is it the Fourth Prince?"

The old man turned sideways and saw a carriage representing the royal atmosphere, the Xianglu Longxuan, waiting not far away.

Under the carriage, a graceful woman was already kneeling on the ground, acting as a stepping stone.

In winter, the weather is already quite cold.

The woman knelt on the bluestone, her hands red from the cold, but she remained motionless.

Many people coming and going not far away did not dare to look at the carriage for even a second.

The Fourth Prince...

He was the royal descendant who had once asked Princess Qixing to come and invite him.

This person is the most talented among the younger generation in the court of Dayu.

"Twenty-one lines on the Tiger Cub Monument..."

Chen Zhian stripped Wei Lingyu of the 130th line of his ranking on the Tiger Cub Monument and obtained the magical power of [Ling Ye]. Under the ninth step of Ling Ye, the true energy in his body increased dramatically and his power became extremely strong. Only then did he gradually understand what the Tiger Cub Monument meant to the many geniuses in the world.

Twenty-one lines on the Tiger Cub Monument...it's really something to be proud of.

Go and see the majesty of the 21st Tiger Cub Monument?
Chen Zhian broke through the fifth level of the innate realm. He had not fought against the truly powerful young men of Dayu for a long time. He didn't know his own strengths and weaknesses, but instead had the idea of meeting the Fourth Prince.

"The Fourth Prince has invited me to attend this event. I wonder what it is that I want to discuss?" Chen Zhian asked.

The old man half-bent his waist and spoke in a sharp voice: "My master got a broken sword from the palace, which contains a mysterious magical power.

My master feels that this magical power is mysterious and contains opportunities that should benefit the talented people of Dayu.

So I specially invited Mr. Chen and several others to come to the mansion to comprehend the magical powers."

Comprehend supernatural powers?
Chen Zhian felt a little surprised. He walked to the front of Xianglu Longxuan, but did not step on the woman's back. Instead, he stepped into the carriage without saying anything more to the woman.

The carriage sped along and even met an important official from the court.

Officials of the third rank could only give way hurriedly.

"The Xianglu Longxuan is the carriage used by my master. Normally, no one else rides in it. But today, I came to greet Mr. Chen, and my master personally ordered me to drive this Longxuan."

In the carriage, the old man sat on a smaller soft stool at the door curtain and talked to Chen Zhian.

"I would like to thank the Fourth Prince for his courtesy."

Chen Zhian answered with a smile. A maid served him tea, not even daring to look at Chen Zhian.

He did not hesitate to drink a few cups of tea, then entered the imperial city and arrived at Chengxian Street [Youqing Prefecture].

All the princes of Dayu can open their own palaces in Xuantianjing, but only the crown prince can build a palace on such a large scale.

But even so, the prince of Dayu was much freer than the princes of the dynasties that Chen Zhian remembered.

The prince could even raise soldiers, but their number was not large, only about a thousand.

He can also keep retainers, but the retainers' names, backgrounds, cultivation levels, and even the techniques they practice must be strictly reported to the Xuantian Palace, and they can only be recruited into the mansion with the palace's consent.

Moreover, the current Emperor Zhaofu did not give birth to many princes, only six, and only five of them reached adulthood.

One prince is on Wuliu Mountain, and the other prince is in Dachan Temple.

Plus, another prince is missing.

Now, only the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince are in Xuantian Capital.

Emperor Zhaofu seemed to be quite displeased with the current Crown Prince, so he distributed a lot of power to the Fourth Prince. Therefore, many people in the court respected the Fourth Prince, even more than the Crown Prince.

At this time, in the Fourth Prince's Mansion.

Li Guiwan was frowning as he looked at a broken sword in front of him.

The broken sword was dull and even stained with some blood, which had merged with the sword body and could not be wiped clean.

The broken sword is ordinary, but there is a unique aura flowing on the hilt of the sword.

The aura was like water, yet it contained all sorts of mysteries that made it hard to see clearly at first glance.

Li Guiwan looked at it for a while, shook his head, and handed the sword in his hand to Yan Hemian.

Yan Hemian, who was dressed in white, also looked at him for a long time, and there was a hint of helplessness between his brows.

"The magical power engraved on the hilt is not a sword magical power. It is quite obscure and difficult to understand. I am afraid it is of the level of a third-grade magical power."

Princess Qixing was still wearing light armor, with a heroic look between her brows.

"It's not an ordinary third-grade magical power." Princess Qixing said: "This magical power... is related to Xiuba Mountain, and it contains an extremely precious opportunity."

"A real person is coming to Xiuba Mountain. If I can get this opportunity, I may be able to establish a relationship with that person."

Who could be so valued by the Seven Star Princess and the Fourth Prince?

Everyone looked at each other.

Wang Long also looked at the broken sword carefully, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "Princess, have you understood the magical power of this broken sword?"

Princess Qixing did not hide it and shook her head slightly.

Wang Long was a little surprised.

Xie Beitu, who was standing by, said with emotion: "Princess Qixing was able to comprehend the Xuanwei Dragon Transformation Diagram and even put a finishing touch on the real dragon, but she was unable to comprehend the third-grade magical power on this broken sword... It's really surprising, but I wonder who the real person who is coming to Xiuba Mountain is?"

Pei Nanshu's eyes moved slightly and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It is Yang Heyin, the Prime Minister of Daxi in white."

Princess Qixing frowned and replied, then said, "When did I say that I had comprehended the Dragon Transformation Diagram?"

Yang Heyin said, and everyone's expression changed.

Xie Beitu was very surprised: "Huh? Princess has never comprehended the Dragon Transformation Diagram? That day, Prince Duanque invited..."

"It's Chen Zhian."

Princess Qixing replied, "That day he not only comprehended the Dragon Transformation Diagram, but also added eyes to it, causing the aura within it to rise and transform into a real dragon!"

"My brother has sent someone to pick him up. I think he will be here soon."

"Chen... Zhian?"

Wang Long was furious.

For a moment, the people in this mansion had different expressions.

ps: No more today.

(End of this chapter)