Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 279 Recruiting the Enemy

"My father...."

As Zhao Min listened to Murong Fu's words, she thought of her father, whom she hadn't seen for some time, and nodded after a moment's thought.

Since we're going to be traitors, we should see it through to the end.

Although her father and daughter might share the risks if they each joined a different side, she now knows that the Yuan Dynasty is indeed no match for Murong Fu's actions.

Since that's the case, it's better to go all in on Murong Fu's side, so that her Ruyang Prince lineage will have more say in the court in the future.

After spending some more time with Murong Fu, she got up to wash and dress.

Fan Yao was called over from the courtyard.

Yesterday, while Murong Fu was slaughtering the people of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, Fan Yao was completely unharmed.

He was originally the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult, and had been lurking in the Prince of Ruyang's mansion for many years, ruining his image and enduring humiliation in order to be used by the Ming Cult at a critical moment.

Unexpectedly, the new leader of the Ming Cult possessed martial arts skills comparable to a celestial being, and completely destroyed the martial arts power accumulated by the Ruyang Prince's Mansion over the years.

Those who had terrorized the land for years, like the Deer Staff Hermit and the Crane Brush Elder, were blasted to ashes...

Last night, when he was about to be captured by the green garlic, he revealed his identity and was recognized by Yang Xiao and the others.

After many years, everyone saw that the once dashing Right Envoy of the Ming Cult, Fan Yao, had become a mute monk. Now, summoned by Zhao Min, he was completely different from before, walking on thin ice. It was now their Ming Cult's home ground.

Fan Yao nodded to Zhao Min and said, "Princess."

Zhao Min said, "Master Ku... no, I should call you Right Envoy Fan."

Fan Yao nodded, then shook her head, and said, "You may call me whatever you wish, Princess. I am both Master Ku and Right Envoy Fan."

Zhao Min snorted coldly, her pretty face full of frost, and said coldly, "Hehe, Right Envoy Fan, you've kept this from me for so long."

Who would have thought that a monk whose face was disfigured and who could not speak was actually Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult?!

"Over the years, you've certainly ruined quite a few of my Ruyang Prince's plans."

Fan Yao shook her head and said, "Princess, we're family, so let's not speak like that."

Now we are all on Wudang Mountain. I am the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult, and you are the wife of the Ming Cult Leader.

Why bring up the past again?

Besides... all these years of infiltration haven't yielded a single useful achievement; everything was orchestrated by Leader Murong...

Rescuing Left Envoy Yang and others, repelling the six major sects, annihilating the masters of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion... Hahaha, all these years I, Fan Yao, have wasted have been better spent farming for twenty years."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min's anger subsided.

Yes, Fan Yao has been lying low for so long, and the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult is pretending to be mute. He must be resentful, but he has suffered a lot and still hasn't achieved anything.

Seeing others eat naturally put Zhao Min in a much better mood. Remembering that the other person called her the leader's wife, her beautiful eyes widened again, revealing a different kind of charm.

He then said to Fan Yao, "Right Envoy Fan, I won't bring up the past."

I've called you here today because I have important business to discuss.

As she spoke, Zhao Min took out an exquisitely sealed envelope with sealing wax, held it between her index and middle fingers, and handed it to Fan Yao.

He said to him, "Right Envoy Fan, I need to trouble you to deliver this letter to my father, the Prince of Ruyang, so that he may come over to discuss important matters."

Fan Yao frowned as she looked at the letter, the hundreds of scars on her face also appearing to furrow. She said to Zhao Min:

"This letter..."

Zhao Min knew the other party had reservations, and said:

"This is the intention of your leader, Murong. He wants Prince Ruyang to submit to the Ming Cult."

The leader of the Murong Cult is about to rise to power, but he doesn't want to accidentally harm his in-laws.

Fan Yao nodded repeatedly after hearing this. This argument was indeed reasonable. Although he was not in the same camp as Prince Ruyang, he recognized the talent of Prince Ruyang's family. If Prince Ruyang could also be brought to the Ming Cult's side, it would definitely be of great help for the major events to come.

Fan Yao then took the letter Zhao Min handed him and said:

"Princess, I will definitely deliver the letter to the Prince of Ruyang."

Zhao Min nodded and said, "Take care."

Fan Yao turned and left, but instead of going straight down the mountain, she went to find Murong Fu.

"Master!" Fan Yao bowed and said, "This is a letter from Princess Zhao Min, asking me to deliver it to Prince Ruyang. She said she wants Prince Ruyang to abandon the darkness and join the Ming Cult. Please make a decision, Master."

Although Fan Yao felt that Zhao Min's words were mostly true, she still needed to seek Murong Fu's opinion.

At this moment, Murong Fu was holding the Water Cold Sword and using the Divine Sword Technique.

He discovered that with the variations of the Water Cold Sword, using the Divine Sword Technique would allow for more unexpected moves and variations.

Upon hearing Fan Yao's report, he sheathed the Water Cold Sword back into its scabbard at his waist and said to Fan Yao:

"Yes, Right Envoy Fan, you may go."

Minmin is a smart girl; she wouldn't do anything foolish.

Fan Yao bowed again after hearing this, then turned and left. Once outside the gates of Wudang Mountain, she used her lightness skill to descend the mountain like a large bird...

The Prince of Ruyang's Mansion.

Chahantemur looked at the Bitter Master before him and the letter he handed him, and sighed deeply.

"Master Ku, how is my daughter? I sent many experts and elite soldiers, why did only you return?"

Fan Yao thought for a moment. Now, almost all the experts from the Prince's Mansion had come out, but they had all perished at the hands of the Ming Cult. Although it was unlikely that he could do whatever he wanted, there was no one here who could stop him.

Moreover, he came here to deliver a message offering amnesty, so there's little chance of a complete falling out.

He then bowed to the Prince of Ruyang and said, "The princess is well; you will understand once you read the letter."

"Ah?!" The Prince of Ruyang frowned, sensing something was amiss, and then shouted:

"You can talk?!"

Fan Yao said calmly, "I am Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult. I have been hiding in the Prince's mansion for many years and have been taken care of by the Prince and the Princess. I thank you."

He then paid his respects to the Prince of Ruyang.

Prince Ruyang was filled with doubt and suspicion. His first instinct was to call for his personal guards to protect him, but he also knew that this man was extremely skilled in martial arts, and with Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng not present, no one could stop him. He feared that calling his personal guards would only provoke the man's ferocity and endanger him.

He then forced himself to remain calm and said, "Right Envoy Fan, you've gained quite a bit from my Ruyang Prince's residence these past few years... Hmph, haven't you?"

Fan Yao said, "It's all in the past, Your Highness should read the letter instead."

Prince Ruyang gave him a deep look, then removed the sealing wax and saw that it was indeed a letter written in the handwriting of his daughter, Minmin Temur.

At first, I reassured myself that I was safe and sound, and then I recounted what had happened over the past few days.

In the end, they actually invited me to Wudang Mountain for a chat?!

The Prince of Ruyang frowned deeply, not understanding his daughter's meaning.

She explained how powerful the Ming Cult was, and that its leader, Murong Fu, was far more skilled than Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng, making him the number one martial artist in the world. Now, she was asking him to go there, which was like a lamb entering a tiger's den.

He then told Fan Yao to leave and return to her previous courtyard to stay temporarily.

He summoned his son, Wang Baobao, also known as Kukutmur, to discuss the matter.

Half a month later, Murong Fu on Wudang Mountain was greeted by his father-in-law and brother-in-law.