Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 557 Therefore, killing him would be a great merit.
Jiujiang Prefectural Governor's Office.

The Prefect's Study.

The dripping of the carved bronze water clock adds a touch of peace to the stillness.

Tang Zheng was writing the front scroll of the book with his fingertips dipped in cinnabar when suddenly a gust of wind blew through the carved window, and the candlelight on the desk went out abruptly.

"grown ups!"

The study door was flung open, and the guard commander, Zhou Yanqing, rushed in, his face filled with panic: "The Zhen Tian Si soldiers have surrounded the prefectural governor's mansion, and Luo Dashan, the commander of the Linshui Prefecture Martial Guard, has brought Cao Xian's confession... they..."

Tang Zheng raised his hand to stop Zhou Yanqing from speaking and looked up at the outside of the study.

"Lord Tang has a fine character."

Amidst the clanging of black iron chains, Luo Dashan, his black armor stained with frost, stepped into the study, followed by twelve shadow guards who disappeared into the shadows like ink stains.

"He can't escape his guilt, yet he remains so calm."

Luo Dashan stopped in the middle of the study, standing two zhang apart from Tang Zheng.

Zhou Yanqing's expression shifted, wanting to speak but not daring to.

"Luo Dashan, the Martial Guard Commander of Linshui Prefecture, a mere sixth-rank military officer, dares not kneel and pay his respects before me. It is all because of you lackeys that the laws of the court have been corrupted." Tang Zheng spoke calmly, his expression unchanged.

These words made Luo Dashan grin.

"Lord Tang, you have committed all the heinous crimes of colluding with foreign countries, disregarding human life, and embezzling public funds. What right do you have to make me, Luo Dashan, kneel down?"

"Nonsense—" Tang Zheng shouted in a low voice.

"Do you need me to help you recall the ledgers of smuggled military equipment to Eastern Wei over the past three years?" Luo Dashan shouted sharply, his face turning cold and stern.

A large golden bell appeared as he spoke, its faint golden light instantly suppressing Tang Zheng's figure.

Zhenyue Bell!
This is a treasure from the Heavenly Suppression Bureau, capable of suppressing the power of heaven and earth.

With such treasures suppressing him, Tang Zheng, a Confucian and Taoist master who held power over a prefecture, was instantly reduced to a powerless Confucian scholar!

Such a treasure as the Zhenyue Bell can only be used with the approval of the Qin Emperor and the personal written authorization of the head of the Zhentian Division.

Tang Zheng's face turned pale instantly, and he slumped back into his chair.

Zhou Yanqing's expression changed drastically. He turned around and smashed open the window. Just as he rushed out of the study, he let out a scream. A phantom figure materialized with the scream and floated into the study.

The master worships Zhao Qinghe.

Zhao Qinghe raised his hand and unfurled a scroll of cloth. The blood-red characters of the crimes recorded on it floated into the air, as if resonating with the sound of the iron boots of the three thousand Zhuxian Guards outside the Prefect's Mansion.

"On the seventeenth of last month, you conscripted refugees under the pretext of repairing the river embankment." Luo Dashan's face was solemn and chilling.

As he spoke, the blood-red words on the cloth in Zhao Qinghe's hand coalesced into an image: molten iron gushing in the Baichen Mountain firework workshop, and the iron hook on the pregnant woman's collarbone glowing with eerie blue flames.

“Those souls that have been melted into the Yin Marrow Iron are currently pointing out their crimes within the Netherworld Guardian Soul Refining Lamp.” Luo Dashan clenched his fists.

Tang Zheng's temples throbbed, and his expression changed.

"Commander Luo wants me to confess?" This powerful official, who had been navigating the treacherous waters of the political arena for twenty years, trembled like a trapped beast, his eyes gleaming faintly: "Release Yu Jue at the mouth of the Yun Cang River, and I will immediately hand over the list of Eastern Wei's secret agents in the seven provinces east of Da Qin."

"Lord Tang is negotiating with me?" Luo Dashan's face showed a hint of mockery. "The Marquis of Qingyang has arrived in Jiujiang County. Do you think the Marquis will give Tang Yujue a chance to live?"

Marquis Qingyang has arrived in Jiujiang County!

Luo Dashan's words made Tang Zheng tremble and his eyes widen.

"No, impossible. He's coming to Jiujiang Prefecture, I wouldn't—"

Before the words were finished, the river wind carried the screams of agony from Chenjiao Bay.

Suddenly, the blood jade pendant in Tang Zheng's palm shattered, reflecting the afterimage of Lei Hao wielding the nine-section thunder whip amidst the river mist.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the beams and pillars of the study, the Eastern Wei celadon bottle on the antique shelf shattered, and the Soul-Devouring Gu worm was refined into green smoke by lightning patterns before it could even flap its wings.

Inside the prefectural governor's mansion, everything was under control; not even a mosquito or fly could escape!
Luo Dashan pressed his sword sheath against the geomantic map on the table, the blood-red line pointing directly at Tang Yujue's pleasure boat: "If your son doesn't flee to Wei territory, how can we lure Yuwen Jue into our trap?"

Yuwen Jue was as if he had fallen into a trap.

It turns out that Tang Yujue was just bait.

A thunderous roar echoed, and Tang Zheng trembled as he looked up towards the Yun Cang River, his eyes filled with despair. The thick fog of the Yun Cang River swallowed the crisp sound of the golden bells from Tang Yujue's pleasure boat.

"Father, save me!" The governor's son's cries were nothing but a futile struggle.

On the chessboard at the East Market Wharf, Zhang Yuan placed his last piece.

Seventy-two dragon-imprisoning pillars at the bottom of the river burst forth with purple lightning.

The purple-robed grandmaster let out a long roar, and the sword energy caused the Yun Cang River to surge backward.

But then, twenty Immortal-Slaying Crossbows rose from behind the reefs on both sides of the river, their piercing patterns gleaming with a cold, fish-scale-like light in the dawn.

Suddenly, a thousand miles of ice lotuses appeared on the surface of the Yuncang River, and each lotus petal reflected the Soul-Devouring Dragon tattoo on Yuwen Jue's python robe.

This Grandmaster of the Eastern Wei Dynasty stood in the void, with nine hundred-foot-long phantom dragons behind him cutting the entire great river in half.

"boom!"

Lei Hao's Purple Heaven Thunder Prison suddenly shattered 30% of its array cores, and the twelve Immortal Execution Thunder Guards were engulfed in ghostly flames.

Yu Wanjun's coiled dragon halberd struck Yuwen Jue's protective aura, and the dragon shadow coiled around the halberd let out a dying howl.

"This is what a Grandmaster is like..."

On the distant city wall, Liang Qiyuan murmured softly.

The others exchanged glances, their expressions grave.

"Retreat!" Yin Jiuyou roared, unleashing the Three Thousand Netherworld Chains, but the chains melted into molten iron the instant they touched the Soul Fire.

A sickening cracking sound came from the earth's veins on the island in the middle of the river, and the thunder array that had been set up seemed to be torn apart by the power of a grandmaster.

Yuwen Jue raised his hand and made a grasping motion, causing the swords and sabers of all the warriors within ten miles to vibrate uncontrollably.

This is the power of a Grandmaster!

The power of heaven and earth resonates, and the power of the Great Dao follows you!
On the riverbank, Zhang Yuan slowly looked up from inside the carriage.

Not far away, Han Yuanjing, the master of the Spirit Array Beast Taming Division, dressed in black robes, gently stepped down with his right foot, and three hundred bronze alchemy furnaces at the bottom of the river simultaneously spewed out golden flames.

"town."

A single, understated word brought the swords of the entire Yuncang River back into their sheaths.

Yuwen Jue's pupils contracted as he looked at the extinguished soul fire in his palm—the power of heaven and earth had been sealed!
Prohibited areas!

Just how many methods has the Zhen Tian Division deployed on this great river?

Although he was a Grandmaster, he understood that the Zhen Tian Division, which suppressed the world, had unfathomable depths.

With a grim expression, Yuwen Jue took a step forward.

The whirlpool in the middle of the river suddenly exploded with hundreds of feet of ice crystals, and Yuwen Jue's footsteps as he rode the waves caused the Yun Cang River to flow backward for three breaths.

The nine-ringed golden sword behind this Grandmaster of the Eastern Wei Dynasty was still unsheathed, yet its aura had already cleaved twelve beacon towers on both sides of the river.

"I'd like to see—" Yuwen Jue's fingertips ignited with a ghostly blue soul flame, and the pressure of his Free and Unfettered Realm, suppressed by the forbidden domain, forcibly tore open a hundred-foot-long rift. "How can a mere ant cook a dragon!"

The ice dragon beneath Yuwen Jue's feet shattered with a mournful cry, and the dragon shadow carried by the Nine-Ringed Golden Blade crashed into the forbidden magic domain, exploding into a sky full of sparks.

Inside the wooden carriage, Zhang Yuan lightly tapped the chessboard with his fingertips, and seventy-two dragon-imprisoning pillars rose with thunder patterns from the bottom of the river.

Sitting opposite him, Chu Chaoyang stroked his beard and chuckled: "My lord, with the earth's veins as the strings and the Yun Cang River as the score, this game should be 'Ambush from Ten Sides'."

Twelve warships on the river simultaneously shattered their camouflage, revealing crossbows engraved with the Thunderous Blow pattern that roared to life.

Lei Hao unleashed a burst of purple lightning from his nine-section whip, and the sonic boom created by the simultaneous roar of the three thousand crossbowmen shattered the ice dragon beneath Yuwen Jue's feet.

"A mere trick!" As the purple robe billowed, nine dragon shadows soared into the sky, each dragon spewing out Xuan Yin True Fire, melting the first thirty Immortal-Slaying Crossbow bolts that rushed at them into molten iron.

Youming Siyin Jiuyou emerged from the burning shipwreck, his sleeves adorned with twelve bone-piercing nails engraved with soul-suppressing talismans, which precisely pierced the dragon shadow's reverse scale.

"What a brilliant idea of ​​using souls to nourish dragons!" Chu Chaoyang twirled a chess piece between his fingers. "Yuwen Jue's nine dragon souls were probably forged from the souls of three thousand living beings."

Zhang Yuan smiled as he placed a black piece: "So killing him would be a great merit."

(End of this chapter)