Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 233 Capturing the Martial Saint

As a pawn of a powerful figure, Sang Rongrong has concealed her identity and strength for decades.

To cover it up.

She would go to Baiyun Temple every few days to worship the Three Pure Ones, donating a few copper coins as a sign of her piety.

On the surface, she was an embroiderer in a clothing shop.

In reality, she was the Envoy of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion, responsible for selling all sorts of secret information from the imperial court and the martial arts world.

to this end,

She even specially learned a considerable amount of knitting and embroidery skills.

"Da da……"

Upon returning from Baiyun Temple, before Sang Rongrong could even remove her hairpin, a series of urgent knocks sounded at the door.

"Who?"

With a slight frown, she cautiously opened the door a crack, and her expression changed upon seeing the person outside.

"come on in!"

"Why are you here?"

A man and a woman rushed into the house carrying a baby a few months old. The man looked flustered and said urgently:

"Aunt Rong, help!"

"Don't rush." ​​Sang Rongrong's expression was grave.

"what happened?"

The young couple in front of her were her elder sister's children; this was a secret, and very few people knew about it.

"Aunt Rong." Qi Guang took a deep breath, suppressing his anxiety, and said in a low voice:
"The imperial court was investigating the assassins who attempted to assassinate His Majesty. Somehow, the investigation led to the Hongwu Martial Arts Academy. Everyone in the academy was arrested and imprisoned. The deputy head of the academy, unwilling to be captured, accidentally killed several of the arresting officers."

“My father has known the deputy curator for many years, and he has also been implicated this time. Ping’er and I have no choice but to come to you.”

"Aunt Rong is incredibly powerful; she will surely be able to help us escape from the capital."

"How could this happen?" Sang Rongrong exclaimed anxiously.

“I told my sister that things would be very chaotic in the capital recently, and I told her to leave the capital as soon as possible.”

"How is your mother?"

"..." Qi Guang's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with sorrow:
"The Qi family is now reduced to just the three of us."

"clatter……"

Sang Rongrong's face turned pale, and she staggered back a step, only managing to steady herself by grabbing the wall.

"elder sister……"

"How could this be?"

The capital was in turmoil, and as a member of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion, she was well aware of it, but she did not expect that her own sister would also be affected.

They were clearly a family that lived a peaceful and unassuming life.

Dog Emperor!
How come he wasn't stabbed to death?!
"Aunt Rong!"

Qi Guang said urgently:

“Someone saw us enter the Starry Night Quarter. The Bad Guys will be here soon. We need to leave quickly.”

"Yes!" The young woman beside her nodded repeatedly.
"Aunt Rong, please see us off from Beijing. Our child is still young, we can't... just leave like this."

Sang Rongrong felt gloomy. She did not sense any grief over her parents' death from the couple, but rather a sense of panic and helplessness.

Although I know this is human nature, I still feel somewhat displeased.

"Don't panic!"

Taking a deep breath, Sang Rongrong said slowly:
“Qunxingfang is different from other places. The people living here are all rich and noble, and they are scattered throughout the mansions of princes and nobles. Even bad guys will not dare to make a move.”

"Tomorrow morning, you will follow the mountain people who are delivering charcoal out of the city. I will arrange your identities then."

The young couple beamed with joy upon hearing this.

"Thank you so much, Aunt Rong!"

"I knew Aunt Rong would have a way."

"Tsk tsk..." Just then, a soft clicking sound came from the rooftop, and a person shook their head and said:

"Such arrogance! It's not easy to send someone out of the capital these days. How can you, a mere embroiderer, possibly manage to do it?"

"Looks like we've caught a big fish."

"Who?" Sang Rongrong turned around abruptly, flicked her wrist and fired a hidden arrow straight at the figure above.

"Ding……"

Sparks flew from the bricks and tiles.

The figure leaped aside to avoid the hidden weapon, seized the opportunity to jump into the courtyard, drew a long sword from its waist, and charged straight at the three men.

"Humph!"

Faced with the onslaught, Sang Rongrong remained motionless and expressionless, with even a hint of disdain in her eyes.

"Pfft!"

The person who lunged at him was in mid-air when he suddenly collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and his breath quickly dissipating.

poison!
"My courtyard is filled with colorless and odorless deadly poison. Do you think I didn't know when you came in?"

After kicking the corpse, Sang Rongrong suddenly turned to look at the corner of the wall:
"Who?"

"It's me." A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
"Six years old. So your name is Sang Rongrong. It's a nice name."

"Three already?" Sang Rongrong asked in a muffled voice.
"Have you forgotten the rules of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion, which forbid inquiring about the true identities of your companions? Aren't you afraid of the Pavilion Master's wrath?"

Everyone working at Baixiaoge has their own code name, and only the Pavilion Master knows their true identity.

Sang Rongrong's code name is Yi Liu.

"Hehe..." the newcomer chuckled softly.
"How do you think I found my way here?"

"Come out!"

He clapped his hands lightly, and several figures appeared one after another, enveloping the entire courtyard.

"Six already," someone said in a low voice.
“You should know very well what you’re doing. Hand them over and go to the Pavilion Master to apologize. Considering your years of loyal service, the Pavilion Master might not take your life.”

Sang Rongrong's eyes flickered, and she took a small step back.

"You can't escape."

Having seen this three times, he sneered:

"You should know very well how the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion operates. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, as long as the Pavilion Master wants, he can bring you back."

"besides……"

He pointed at Qi Guang and the other two:
"You think they were really just affected?"

Ok?
Sang Rongrong's expression changed slightly.

"The Hongwu Martial Arts School's signature martial art, the 'Rectifying the Mind Technique,' resides within them." (The tone was already laced with greed.)
"This is a supreme technique that points directly to the Vajra Realm. The Pavilion Master didn't tell you about it because he wanted to see what you would do."

"What a pity, you have disappointed the Pavilion Master."

what?
Sang Rongrong suddenly turned her head to look.

Qi Guang and his wife's expressions changed drastically.

"You actually lied to me!" Seeing this, Sang Rongrong knew perfectly well that she had been tricked and angrily exclaimed:

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite. I'll take them to explain to the Pavilion Master right now."

He stepped forward and grabbed the baby from the young woman's arms.

"Ok?"

"what are you doing?"

"Peng!"

The bluestone slab beneath her feet suddenly flipped over, and Sang Rongrong, who was holding the baby, fell to the ground and disappeared from the scene in an instant.

"Damn it!"

"There's a secret passage below!"

"As long as Heaven and Earth are watching, she cannot escape."

"Chase!"

What should we do with these two?

"Kill him, and take his belongings back to Baixiaoge."

…………

Night. The starlight is dim.

Sang Rongrong ran quickly, carrying the baby in her arms.

She was quite agile, landing silently and moving swiftly, using the terrain to conceal her figure, making her extremely difficult to spot.

In terms of the art of concealment, even a Grandmaster of the First Rank might not be as skilled as her.

"Shh!"

His forward momentum suddenly came to a halt.

"Who?"

Sang Rongrong let out a low shout, and a soft sword flashed out from her long sleeve.

"Ding……"

The figure that suddenly appeared in front of him merely flicked his finger, and the fierce force instantly shattered the thousand-times-forged soft sword into countless fragments.

Martial Saint!

Sang Rongrong felt a chill in her heart.

"Where is Miss Sang going?" Zhu Ju, shrouded in darkness, spoke slowly.
"I was just about to go to Baixiaoge to buy some information. Since we've met here, why don't we talk here?"

"You know me?" Sang Rongrong's eyes narrowed.

"who are you?"

"That's not important," Zhu Ju sighed softly.
"I haven't been back for some time now, and I never imagined that the capital would be in such a mess. Tell me everything you know."

“…Senior.” Facing a Martial Saint, Sang Rongrong knew she was powerless to resist and said with a flicker in her eyes:
"This place is not safe to stay in for long. Could we find another place?"

"Moreover, a lot has happened recently, and I don't know where to begin. I need to go back to the pavilion to look up information."

"There's no need for such trouble," Zhu Ju said with a faint smile.
"You have a photographic memory; you will never forget anything you have seen. You can speak of it here."

"As for the pursuers behind you..."

He glanced back:
"Don't worry, we won't be disturbed until you finish speaking."

The fact that the other party knew that he had a photographic memory was something even the Pavilion Master could only guess at.

Who is this person?

“…Yes.” Gritting her teeth, Sang Rongrong reluctantly agreed, and whispered:
"Since Lord Geng died in the imperial prison, many people have been dissatisfied, and many have privately formed societies to advise His Majesty..."

"The Seventh Princess is unconscious, and His Majesty is furious and has ordered a thorough investigation of the capital."

"All the major and minor forces in the capital were affected. Many officials were imprisoned, and many experts were killed. In addition, some people took the opportunity to stir up trouble and seek personal gain, which led to the chaos in the capital."

"I see." Zhu Ju understood.
"Are places with the divine martial arts saint's legacy also affected?"

"Yes." Sang Rongrong nodded, glancing back at the pursuing soldiers, her body involuntarily tensing.
"Senior, shall we go somewhere else?"

"No need," Zhu Ju shook his head.
"Go on."

“This…” Sang Rongrong’s eyes darted around in panic as she continued:

"Not only were they affected, but even some martial saints died as a result. The leader of the Tian Sha Gang was a martial saint who had been famous for many years, but he was slapped to death by Chen Long, the leader of the Twelve Bad Marshals. The world only realized that Chen Long had already reached the Vajra Realm."

"Senior, they've arrived!"

"Crash..."

As they spoke, the members of Baixiaoge quickly caught up, but continued rushing forward as if they hadn't seen the two of them.

how come?
Sang Rongrong looked astonished.

She stood there, watching helplessly as the other person brushed past her three times without even noticing her.

It's not an act!

They truly didn't see themselves.

"Continue," Zhu Ju said, seemingly unaware of the people who had passed by.

"There are several families in the capital that possess the secrets of the divine treasures and have been affected by the incident. Which families can take this opportunity to acquire the inheritance?"

“…” Sang Rongrong stammered:
"There are... there are several... like the Bao family..."

a long time.

Zhu Jufang nodded and stopped asking questions.

"good."

"You are not lying."

"In return, I'll keep this safe." He reached out and pulled a strip of cloth covered in strange patterns from the baby's body.

"The divine treasure is a good thing, but it is a crime to possess a treasure. You are not qualified to have it."

"Farewell."

After saying that, he vanished in a flash, leaving Sang Rongrong looking completely bewildered.

There was a pause.

She came to her senses and silently fled towards the outside of the capital.

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Wangyoufang.

The Mao family.

A group of people rushed into the courtyard and wreaked havoc, with corpses falling one after another, and the rooms were turned upside down.

"found it!"

Underneath the floorboards lifted in the corner, a purple-gold box about a foot in size was brought out.

"Ningxue."

A handsome young man opened the box, took out a scroll, and handed it over.

I didn't lie to you, did I?

"The Mao family's Iron Devouring Gold Technique is hidden here, waiting for someone to cultivate it to become a second-grade grandmaster before it can be inherited."

"Divine intent!" Li Ningxue took the scroll, gently stroked it, and a look of joy appeared on her face:
"Yuanlang, thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." The man called Yuan Lang was overjoyed and waved his hands excitedly.

"As long as it's something Ningxue likes and I can get it for you, I will definitely help you get it."

He stared intently at Li Ningxue, unwilling to look away even when speaking, his eyes filled with infatuation.

"whee……"

Li Ningxue smiled sweetly:
"This is a divine will left behind by a Divine Treasure Martial Saint. It can be used to completely inherit the Martial Saint's legacy without worrying about any traps left in the technique. You are willing to part with something so valuable?"

"I'm willing to give it up!" Yuan Lang patted his chest.

"The most precious thing in the world is you, Ningxue. I would do anything to make you happy."

"Hehe..." Li Ningxue's smile grew even brighter, but inwardly she was filled with dread.

The seductive arts taught by Master Ziju are terrifying; they can actually make people willingly offer up such a precious treasure.

She had no doubt.

If you say that you are seriously injured and need Yuanlang's heart for medicine, he will dig it out without hesitation.

This technique...

This is practically demonic!
"senior."

Composing herself, Li Ningxue looked up at the void and said loudly:

"I have found the lost techniques of the Heavenly Will Sect. Senior, would you like to show yourself, or would you like me to keep this item safe?"

"An interesting little girl." A figure descended from the sky, landing in the center of the arena, scrutinizing Li Ningxue with a look of surprise:
"You actually found the Iron Devouring and Gold Swallowing Technique again?"

"I will not fail your expectations, senior." Li Ningxue's smile faded, and she bowed respectfully.
"Senior, am I eligible to become a candidate for Holy Maiden?"

"Heh..." The newcomer chuckled softly.
"Your methods are not bad, but your cultivation level is too low. I will keep an eye on the matter of the successor saintess when I return."

“So…” Li Ningxue pursed her lips, showing no dissatisfaction:

"Could you do me a small favor, senior?"

"What kind of help do you need?" the visitor asked, bowing his head.

"I'll borrow your head for a moment," Li Ningxue said, taking a step back.
"Senior, this is one of the hall masters of the Heavenly Will Sect, the Mountain Fist Master Quan Xinghe, who meets your requirements."

what?
Quan Xinghe was stunned for a moment, and then his vision blurred, and he found himself in an indescribable place.

Standing opposite was a handsome Taoist priest.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Zhu Ju lightly waved his whisk:

"Greetings, this humble Taoist."

(End of this chapter)