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Chapter 381 Supervisor: What exactly is this thing? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
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What does this mean...? No, this person is Wu Muzhi, the Silver Gongman. He has actually returned to the capital!

Zhang Feng was the first of the three to come to his senses. He stared blankly at Wu Xian, then slumped into the armchair.

Wu Muzhi's return means that Princess Pingyang has also safely returned to the capital, and they are now completely finished.

Moreover, in order to cover up what they had done, Emperor Yuanjing would definitely eliminate them completely, wiping out all the members of their three families and leaving no possibility of the secret being leaked.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh, and his gaze towards Wu Xian became particularly venomous, as if he wanted to reveal all those secrets.

If Emperor Yuanjing were to find out about this, he might kill this guy as well.

Before Zhang Feng could even speak, Wu Xian flashed in front of him, grabbed his neck, and with a slight jerk, a strange vibration swept through his body, making him feel weak and unable to move even a finger.

"Don't rush, you'll have plenty of opportunities to speak, but not now..."

Wu Xian smiled slightly, and then did the same to the other two, rendering them incapable of moving as well.

Of course, Wu Xian's methods were a little rougher when dealing with the trafficker, Pingyuan Bo.

Not only did they first cripple his fifth-grade martial arts cultivation, but they also used two fingers to slowly, inch by inch, break all the bones in his body, causing a continuous stream of shrill screams to echo through the chaotic hall. It was enough to make one's scalp tingle and make it hard to imagine the pain that Lord Pingyuan was enduring at that moment.

At the same time, the guards and experts from the manor who heard the commotion arrived one after another. But no matter what level of cultivation they were, a bloody hole appeared between their eyebrows when they were within a hundred meters of the main hall. Their life force and primordial spirit were instantly annihilated, and they died a quick and decisive death.

After breaking the last bone of Marquis Pingyuan, Wu Xian nodded in satisfaction, then used his aura to carry the three of them into the sky.

……

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the night watchmen, Haoqi Tower.

A man who was not young but had a good appearance and demeanor was standing at the top of the building.

He wore a sky-blue robe embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, his black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, his temples were slightly frosted, his face was fair and clean-shaven, and his eyes were deep and contained the vicissitudes of time.

Without a doubt, this person was the leader of the night watchmen, the powerful eunuch known as Wei Qingyi, Wei Yuan.

"With just one strike, he killed more than thirty martial artists of the eighth rank or above, and with some strange magic, he brought one of them, a fifth-rank martial artist, back to life."

Wei Yuan suddenly spoke, his tone calm and without any apparent emotion, but those who knew him well could still sense his surprise.

"Godfather, is there some misunderstanding here?"

Behind Wei Yuan, the night watchman, Yang Yan, with a strange expression, tentatively asked, "Although killing dozens of sixth or seventh-rank martial artists is nothing, and I can do that too, to kill them all with just one strike, even if they are fourth-rank, is too exaggerated."

"And resurrection? I've never heard of such miraculous magic in Taoism. Perhaps Nangong is seeing things? That person was only seriously injured, or maybe the person who did these things wasn't Wu Xian at all."

Wei Yuan fell silent upon hearing this.

To be honest, when he first received the message by carrier pigeon, his first reaction was disbelief. After reading it carefully again, he came up with another guess.

That is... there was an extraordinary expert with unfathomable strength who impersonated Wu Xian and did these things.

But soon, he received confirmation from Huaiqing that the person who went to rescue Princess Pingyang was indeed Wu Xian, and Wei Yuan was once again confused.

If all of this was indeed done by Wu Xian, then the implications are quite intriguing.

You should know that he had invited Wu Xian over for tea and a chat yesterday afternoon. With his cultivation level of the second rank of Dao Integration, he could easily see through Wu Xian's background at the time, which was indeed only the sixth rank of Copper Skin Iron Bone Realm.

So the question is, what caused him to change so drastically overnight, becoming a completely different person in terms of both ability and style?

"Taoist magic, could it be... possession?" Wei Yuan thought to himself, when suddenly he sensed a vast aura rapidly approaching from the horizon, causing his pupils to contract sharply. Then he saw a white rainbow ignore the array restrictions of the Imperial Observatory and fall directly into a certain place in the inner city of the capital like a meteorite.

"That's... the residence of Zhang Feng, the Vice Minister of War?!"

Wei Yuan's heart skipped a beat as he realized a possibility, and he immediately gave an order to Yang Yan behind him.

"Summon all the night watchmen in the capital, including the Golden Gong, and go to the residence of Zhang Feng, the Vice Minister of War, to stop Wu Muzhi... Remember, do not attack him as soon as you see him. Try to calm him down first, and do not act rashly."

"Yes, Lord Wei!"

Yang Yan was astonished, but he still obeyed and left, and began to summon the night watchmen as quickly as possible.

As for Wei Yuan, he looked seriously in the direction of the Zhang residence, his eyes flashing, before turning his gaze to the Imperial Palace and the Imperial Observatory, muttering, "Director, was all of this part of your plan?"

……

However, Wei Yuan was unaware that the second-generation supervisor, whom he thought controlled everything and was the embodiment of the will of Heaven, was almost completely numb.

He sat cross-legged in mid-air in the meditation room, his eyes sparkling with light as he observed the future again and again. His head swayed from time to time, leaving afterimages in mid-air. After a long while, he finally came out of this state, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"129,600 observations, and the future outcome remains unchanged. Xu Qi'an will eventually become a Martial God and slay all the Super Grade... But why do I feel like something is not quite right?"

"And this Wu Xian, what exactly is he? Even if he's from beyond the realm, he's still far too strange..."

The supervisor's mind raced, deducing countless possibilities in the blink of an eye, but he quickly rejected each one, simply because as the will of Heaven, he could receive feedback from fate.

Then fate told him, "Stop looking. This person's strength is what it should be. Everything is perfectly normal."

Normal ass!

The supervisor frowned, feeling anxious for the first time since his birth. It was a feeling that things were getting out of his control, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Very well, this boy is ultimately a crude martial artist. As long as he insists on following the martial arts system, he is destined to be unable to control the Heavenly Dao. However, if he can gain the recognition of all the people in the world in the future, perhaps we can consider letting him replace Xu Qi'an and become my gatekeeper."

As the supervisor said this, he closed his eyes again and quietly observed what was happening by projecting his spirit out of his body.

……

Nearly three hours had passed since Wu Xian learned of Princess Pingyang's disappearance. The sky was already bright, and the streets of the inner city were gradually becoming more crowded with pedestrians.

Not long after, a commotion arose from one side of the street, as hundreds of night watchmen, gongs and gongs, filed out, looking warily toward the end of the road.

Wu Xian strolled leisurely down the street, using his aura to guide three figures through the city. They were none other than Zhang Feng, Sun Zhongming, and Ping Yuanbo.

Beside Wu Xian were Yang Yan and another night watchman, Jinlu Jiang Luzhong. They were trying to communicate with Wu Xian, urging him to release the three court officials and to wait for Lord Wei to arrive before dealing with any matters, and not to act impulsively.

To be honest, they had initially considered using force to suppress Wu Xian, but the latter only used his aura to suppress him slightly, which made the two fourth-rank martial artists realize that they were no match for him at all.

Yang Yan finally believed that everything Nangong Qianrou said in the letter was actually true.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly lament his fate. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have gone to Haoqi Tower in the first place. Now he's dumbfounded.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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