Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

Han Fei, carrying the tattered lantern that had long since gone out, searched carefully for a full half hour on the muddy, scorched earth of Broken Soul Valley.

Got nothing.

One hundred thousand taels of gold, a full one hundred thousand taels, vanished as if into thin air, leaving not even the slightest trace of being transported away.

"How interesting! Could it be that ghosts and gods really exist in this world?"

Han Fei tossed aside the withered twig he was using to search for clues, dusted off his hands, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his deep peach blossom eyes, but also concealed an even stronger interest.

The more bizarre the case, the more it fuels his fighting spirit.

"It seems we have no choice but to look for a breakthrough elsewhere."

Han Fei looked up at the sky; the dark clouds were still thick, and the night wind was getting colder.

He tightened his thin purple robe, turned around, and walked unsteadily toward Xinzheng City.

Soul-Severing Valley fell silent once again.

Until Han Fei's figure completely disappeared into the end of the thick fog.

"rustle……"

Not far from where the Bad Guys and Mo Ya had just fought, on a cliff face, behind a protruding rock, came a very faint sound of clothes rubbing together.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and slender figure, like a ghost in the night, slowly emerged from the shadows.

His snow-white hair danced wildly in the night wind, and his black and gold robe accentuated his cold, stern features. In his hand, he held upside down a strangely shaped demonic sword, Shark Tooth, with a blade as jagged as a saw.

Wei Zhuang's sharp, wolf-like eyes coldly swept across the battlefield below.

His gaze lingered for a long time on the towering ancient tree that had been cleaved in two by a single stroke, before settling on the pile of severed black feathers on the ground.

"What a domineering blade, what pure killing intent."

A haughty and cold smile slowly curved the corners of Wei Zhuang's lips.

He originally followed secretly to see what this Ninth Young Master was capable of, and to save his life at a crucial moment.

Unexpectedly, someone else made a move before him.

"Mo Ya's speed and skill with hidden weapons are unmatched in Korea. That masked swordsman actually forced him to the point where he had no chance to fight back and could only cut off his tail to survive..."

Wei Zhuang's mind replayed the brief but extremely dangerous exchange just now, and the fighting spirit in his eyes gradually rose.

It was a style of martial arts completely different from the martial arts system of the Seven Kingdoms. There were no superfluous movements, and every strike went straight for the vital points. It was as if it was a killing technique that had been tempered in the midst of mountains of corpses and seas of blood of thousands of soldiers.

"It seems a dragon has broken into the dead end of Xinzheng."

Wei Zhuang sneered and slowly sheathed the Shark Tooth Sword.

"Interesting. I'd like to see just how muddy this pool of water can get."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Zhuang's figure had already turned into a black afterimage, instantly merging into the vast night, as if he had never existed.

……

Inside Xinzheng City, there was an abandoned house that Li Chengze had just bought.

No, they should now be called the Li family's secret agents.

Li Chengze stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, looking calmly at the rolling dark clouds in the sky.

"Whoosh!"

A dark figure, like a ghost, leaped over the high wall and silently landed behind Li Chengze, kneeling on one knee. (Good books are never discontinued; we await your appreciation.)

It was the same rogue who had just saved Han Fei in the Valley of Broken Souls.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, someone attempted to assassinate Han Fei in Broken Soul Valley. They were repelled by your subordinates, and Han Fei is now unharmed and on his way back to Xinzheng City," the Bad Guy reported respectfully in a hoarse voice.

"How strong is that person?" Li Chengze asked casually.

"His movements are unpredictable, his hidden weapons are poisoned, and he excels at stealth and surprise attacks. In a direct confrontation, I could kill him within ten moves, but if he is determined to escape, it will be difficult for me to stop him." The Bad Guy answered truthfully, without the slightest exaggeration, only absolute objectivity.

"Okay, I understand." Li Chengze turned around and waved his hand. "You did a good job. Go and rest. Continue to keep watch in secret. Don't expose yourself without my orders."

"Yes, sir!"

The villain flashed and disappeared back into the shadows of the mansion.

Li Chengze pulled a folding fan from his sleeve, unfolded it with a "whoosh," and gently shook it. A playful smile appeared on his lips as he strode towards the direction of Zilan Pavilion.

……

Meanwhile, at the South Korean General's Mansion.

The luxury and grandeur of this mansion even slightly overshadowed the royal palace of Korea.

Inside the main hall, the lights were bright, but they couldn't dispel the suffocating, oppressive atmosphere.

Ji Wuye sat imposingly on the large chair covered with a huge tiger skin, holding a bronze wine vessel in his hand, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

"Bang!"

Ji Wuye slammed the wine cup in his hand to the ground, splattering the precious Western Region wine all over the ground, a shocking sight like blood.

"Useless! They're all useless!"

Ji Wuye roared like an enraged lion, causing the candlelight in the hall to flicker violently.

Ji Wuye roared like an enraged lion, causing the candlelight in the hall to flicker violently.

In the very center of the main hall, Mo Ya knelt on one knee on the cold stone slab, his head bowed.

His signature black feather cloak was ripped open with a long tear, revealing faint traces of blood, and his breathing seemed somewhat disordered.

"A sure thing assassination, and you're telling me it failed?! Han Fei, that weak scholar, has actually returned to Xinzheng alive!" Ji Wuye suddenly stood up, drew the greatsword "Eight Feet" from the weapon rack beside him, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Mo Ya's throat, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I have failed in my duties, please punish me, General." Mo Ya's voice was still hoarse, without any emotional fluctuation or explanation.

"Punishment? You think a mere word like 'punishment' will suffice!" Ji Wuye laughed angrily. "Do you know that if Han Fei were alive, he would be like a mad dog, relentlessly attacking me in ten days! Tell me, who saved him?"

"Reporting to the General," Mo Ya raised his head slightly, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes, "it was a swordsman wearing a demon mask. This man's martial arts were extremely domineering, his swordsmanship ruthless and flawless. My hidden weapons were completely ineffective against him. If I hadn't acted decisively and used the crows to cover our retreat, we probably wouldn't be back."

"A masked swordsman?"

Ji Wuye frowned sharply, the anger in his eyes subsided slightly, replaced by deep suspicion.

"When did such a person appear in South Korea? Are you perhaps fabricating this expert to fool this general and cover up your incompetence?!"

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare," Mo Ya lowered his head again. "That man's martial arts style is definitely not from any of the various schools of thought in the Hundred Schools of Thought. Moreover, he possesses an extremely strong aura of military killing, as if he were..."