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Chapter 301 So that's where it was!
Zhu Yuanzhang is dead?!
Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu looked at each other, somewhat incredulous.

They observed Zhu Yuanzhang's aura and discovered that although the old emperor looked deathly, he did not seem to have died a violent death.

Furthermore, with shadow eunuchs guarding him, even Pang Ban and Ren Shaoyang found it extremely difficult to assassinate him. It was initially thought he would die in his sickbed soon after, but unexpectedly, the founder of the Ming Dynasty died a violent death just a few days later, which was truly perplexing.

Hongxiu was secretly puzzled and said, "Old Zhu actually died like that? That's really unexpected."

"Hanged up?" Ren Shaoyang smiled. "Maybe it was just someone shouting randomly?"

Hongxiu was increasingly surprised. Shouting that the emperor had died? What was this all about? Who would do such a thing?
Unable to figure it out, she glanced at Ren Shaoyang and asked, "You mean, someone is trying to assassinate him, plotting a rebellion?"

Ren Shaoyang said casually, "Let's go take a look."

"Who are you looking at?" Hongxiu asked seriously.

Yeah, who are we looking at?

Are we trying to find out where Lao Zhu is hiding?

Or should we wait and see who is plotting a rebellion?
Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Watch this good show!" With a flick of his sleeve, the two of them disappeared in a flash of light.

They moved incredibly fast, arriving at the imperial road in front of the city in the blink of an eye.

But the once quiet street was now a scene of fighting, flames soaring into the sky, and cries of agony filling the air.

A troop of iron cavalry charged forward like a whirlwind, swords raised, shouts deafening.

The leader was dressed in a golden dragon-patterned armor, wore a helmet with a dragon-shaped mask, held a heavy sword, and rode a black horse; he was unstoppable.

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu leaped up and landed lightly on a rooftop to carefully observe the general.

He appeared to be nearly forty, with a square face, thick eyebrows, round eyes that glared, and a large beard that fluttered in the wind.

This man led his cavalry, charging ahead on horseback, his iron cavalry surging behind him like a turbid torrent into the long street. Before the patrolling imperial guards could even comprehend what was happening, they were instantly cut down. The general charged and fought fiercely, unstoppable, his horse's hooves thundering, his shouts like a whirlwind sweeping through the long street.

Caught off guard, the imperial guards scattered and fled.

He then shouted, "Charge! Follow me and break through the formation!"

"Here!"

The riders behind him echoed his call, and the knights stretched out for hundreds of feet along the street. Horses were linked together, and people were shoulder to shoulder, forming a dense, layered formation. Wherever they passed, cries of agony filled the air. Their momentum was like waves crashing against the enemy camp, and the imperial guards screamed and fled. Anyone who hesitated even slightly was immediately splattered with blood.

Before long, a large hole was torn in the Imperial Guards' formation, and the Imperial Guards' garrison was right in front of them. The besieged Imperial Guards saw the general and shouted, "The Prince of Yan is here! The Prince of Yan is here!"

The Prince of Yan laughed heartily: "Those who are not dead, follow me to eliminate the traitors and rescue His Majesty!"

"Yes!"

The Imperial Guards, having narrowly escaped defeat, were greatly encouraged and mustered their remaining strength to break through the encirclement.

"Is this the Prince of Yan?" Hongxiu said softly, squatting on the roof. "What immense power he wields!"

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "His domineering aura is indeed that of a ruler."

At this moment, the King of Yan's tiger-like eyes widened, radiating a fierce aura, and he led his men and horses away like a whirlwind.

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu jumped down, looking at the corpses piled up everywhere, the pools of blood, and the crackling fires burning here and there. Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but sigh: "Tonight is just the beginning. Who knows how many more people will die tomorrow."

"Who exactly is plotting a rebellion?"

Ren Shaoyang pondered for a moment and said, "It looks like the work of the 'Heavenly Mandate Cult' no matter how you look at it. They have been hiding in Nanjing for more than 20 years and have long since infiltrated every place. Their roots are extremely deep and extensive, beyond everyone's imagination. It is most likely that they would instigate a member of the imperial clan to overturn the table and rebel on the day of Zhu Yuanzhang's birthday."

Hongxiu nodded, then suddenly her expression changed, and she smiled, "There's no need to guess wildly, why don't we just ask someone?"

The little beggar's body flickered and disappeared from the spot. Then, with another flash, her petite figure returned to the original spot, now holding a burly man in armor.

It turned out that this person had been pretending to be dead and hiding in a pile of corpses, intending to escape after the Prince of Yan and his men left. However, he was captured by Hongxiu.

Hongxiu frowned as she looked at the burly man who was twisting and pleading in her arms. She stared at him and said, "Tonight, the capital is in chaos, with the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Eunuchs attacking each other. What is the reason for this?"

The burly man was initially terrified, but when his eyes met hers, his mind went blank.

Hongxiu's eyes were round and bright, like a kitten's.

However, at this moment, those eyes were blood red and deep, exuding an extremely strong demonic aura.

The burly man fell into it, as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​blood. He could neither get out nor move, and could only struggle helplessly with nothing to rely on.

"The reason?" The burly man suddenly relaxed, his eyes glazed over, and his voice ethereal. "The Prince of Jin rebelled, imprisoned members of the royal family, and the Imperial Guards were instigated by us to attack the Imperial Eunuch and the Imperial Guards!"

"Oh dear, he's a traitor after all!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and tease him.

Hongxiu was also taken aback, as the battle just now had left her quite puzzled. It wasn't until this person received the "Bright Eyes Technique" and revealed the truth that she learned that the Prince of Jin was plotting a rebellion and that the royal family was in chaos.

"Where is the Emperor?" Hongxiu asked, realizing what was happening.

"me"

Whether out of fear or something else, the man showed signs of resistance, trembled all over, and stopped talking.

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward and pointed a finger at his forehead, his eyes gleaming like two cold, long swords piercing into his eyes.

The man trembled and stammered, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has escaped and disappeared without a trace." Suddenly, two streams of blood flowed from his nostrils, followed by a spurt of white fluid. His head lolled to the side, and he died instantly.

Hongxiu casually tossed it aside and said, "I knew the old emperor couldn't just die like this."

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "The key is to find him first and not let him fall into the hands of the Heavenly Mandate Sect. Otherwise, there will be big trouble."

“That’s right.” Hongxiu tugged at Ren Shaoyang’s sleeve and strode off in one direction. “Let’s go find it first.”

Are you sure it's going that way?

“I feel I’m right.” Red-sleeved, blood-stained clothes fluttered as she casually remarked, “Although his energy is weak, it’s still like a firefly in the night sky.”

As they walked and talked, they soon arrived at a mansion in the east of the city. Looking around, the entire mansion was pitch black and deathly still. Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu nodded to each other, climbed over the wall and jumped into the courtyard, only to find it completely dark inside, without a soul in sight.

But instead of being disappointed, they both smiled.

Because under the extremely powerful perception of "Mind Movement", a faint energy was carefully breathing in a well in the backyard.

Hongxiu smiled and said, "Luckily, we arrived first."

"Yes," Ren Shaoyang said calmly, looking towards the door. "If it had been a few breaths later, Old Zhu might have been dead."

As soon as these words were spoken, the breathing below the well suddenly stopped, as if recognizing their voices and extremely surprised.

Just then, a loud "crack" was heard, the gate shattered, and immediately the sounds of men and horses filled the air as a group of imperial guards rushed in, shouting and yelling.

Following behind was a short, stout man dressed in fine clothes.

When he looked up, he was startled to see the two people standing in the courtyard.

Then his expression suddenly changed, and his whole body froze.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the man and sneered, "Duke Cao, Li Jinglong?"

A look of surprise flashed across the short, stout man's eyes, then he roared in fury, "Ren Shaoyang, how dare you obstruct the Imperial Guards! Aren't you afraid His Majesty will exterminate your entire family?"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "By what right do you speak to me?"

"What did you say?" Li Jinglong was taken aback.

"What I mean is," Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "are you using the identity of Cao Guogong Li Wenzhong's son, or the identity of Zhong Zhongyou, the 'Evil Buddha' of the Heavenly Mandate Cult?"

"What did you say? How dare you slander me as a member of the Heavenly Mandate Sect?!"

Li Jinglong pointed at him and shouted, but his voice revealed a strange panic.

He shoved the imperial guards in front of him and shouted, "Charge! Charge! Take this madman down!"

"Yes!"

The Imperial Guards had no idea who Ren Jianshen was or who was the pinnacle of swordsmanship throughout the ages. They were acting on orders and immediately charged forward with their guns.

Ren Shaoyang, dressed in white, with eyes like cold stars, vanished in a flash.

All the people saw was a white shadow flash by, and six or seven people who rushed forward screamed and flew backward like a whirlwind, rushing towards Li Jinglong.

Li Jinglong shrank back, but found that several people were still close. How could he dare to hold back? He immediately activated his internal energy and unleashed a flurry of palm strikes.

The wind howled fiercely, clearly indicating that the internal strength was unparalleled, far surpassing that of Shan Yuru and the others.

The sounds of "bang bang bang" continued, and the force of the palm strikes was like a copper wall, sending the imperial guards tumbling backward and crashing into the wall, where they collapsed, unable to get up.

This swift and unexpected turn of events left everyone speechless.

Before anyone could react, Ren Shaoyang suddenly moved, his speed truly like lightning.

The remaining dozen or so Imperial Guards were caught in a whirlpool and flew up again, like a dozen huge arrows shooting towards Li Jinglong.

Li Jinglong panicked, his palms flying out, the wind from his palms sweeping in all directions, he dared not hold back at all.

He moved with lightning speed, unleashing a series of rapid palm strikes that shattered the bones and severed tendons of the imperial guards. They collapsed to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, and died.

After he killed these people, he suddenly flashed away, his figure floating, but instead of escaping, he headed towards the well behind the house!

This man clearly knew where Zhu Yuanzhang was; his earlier nervousness and panic were merely an act. He had only one purpose.

Kill Zhu Yuanzhang!

Even if it costs me my life, I will kill Zhu Yuanzhang!

This man is named Zhong Zhongyou, and he is the biggest hidden trump card of the Heavenly Mandate Sect. He was originally an elder of the Yin Gui Sect, and was of the same generation as "Blood Hand" Li Gong and Fu Yaohong a hundred years ago. He is the direct senior uncle of Shan Yuru, the leader of the Heavenly Mandate Sect.

He infiltrated the imperial court for twenty years under the alias "Li Jinglong." Now, under the leadership of Bai Fanghua, the Heavenly Mandate Cult, through Prince Zhu Gang of Jin, Consort Chen, and others, is plotting a rebellion and poisoning everyone at the birthday banquet.

If Zhu Yuanzhang hadn't seemed to hear something, his expression would have changed, and he would have put down the cup of poisoned wine.

They were almost there.

Subsequently, with the desperate efforts of the poisoned shadow eunuch, Zhu Yuanzhang fled in a sorry state, eventually escaping to this mansion.

Zhong Zhongyou is the top expert of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, and he has chased him here to finish him off in one fell swoop.

He would certainly not let such a golden opportunity slip by.

Even if it were the Sword God Ren standing in front of me, it wouldn't work!
Zhong Zhongyou unleashed his demonic power with incredible speed, instantly entering the room. With a deafening roar, the wardrobe, tables, chairs, bed, and brick walls inside were all shattered to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, he burst through the wall and shouted at the well, "Zhu Yuanzhang, you're dead!"

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was underground, sighed slowly and shook his head, saying, "Li Jinglong, Li Jinglong. With the Sword God Ren and Miss Hongxiu here, even Pang Ban can't kill me."

Before he could finish speaking, a red shadow flashed, and a small, snow-white hand gently rested on Zhong Zhongyou's wrist.

The next moment, Zhong Zhongyou felt as if his wrist was weighed down by a thousand pounds, becoming heavier and colder.

That was the strange power of the "Mountain Classic".

He shouted, "Get out of the way!" He reached out with both hands, grabbed the beggar's arms, turned around quickly, and threw him violently.

The little beggar's eyes widened, and with a "whoosh," her petite body instantly floated high into the air.

Zhong Zhongyou laughed loudly and leaped forward, his speed no less than that of Li Chimei. He reached the well in one step, grabbed the edge, and grinned maliciously at Zhu Yuanzhang, whose face had turned pale: "Zhu Yuanzhang, your death is near!"

Raise your hand and slam it down!

(End of this chapter)