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

The death row in Xinzheng was dark and damp. The air was thick with the smell of decay and the nauseating stench of blood.

Prince Anpyeong and Prince Yongcheon, these two once high-ranking and pampered members of the Korean royal family, now huddled in a corner of their cell, their hair disheveled. Although they were still wearing prison clothes, the arrogance and domineering air of royalty had not completely faded away.

Hearing footsteps outside the cell, the two men looked up and, by the dim light of the torches, saw who it was.

"Han Fei? What are you doing here? To laugh at us!" Lord Anping suddenly stood up, gripping the thick wooden fence tightly with both hands, and roared with a ferocious expression, "We are members of the royal family! We are your elders! How dare you imprison us in this dark and sunless place! When we get out, we will definitely report you to the King!"

Longquan Jun chimed in, "Exactly! The 100,000 taels of gold were stolen by ghost soldiers. What does it have to do with us? You can't solve the case, so you're using us as scapegoats. It's utterly absurd!"

Han Fei stood outside the cell, unperturbed by the roars of his two uncles. He even leisurely pulled out an exquisite wine flask from his sleeve, tilted his head back, and took a small sip.

"My two uncles, even at this point, are you still going to use your status as members of the royal family to pressure me?" Han Fei put down his wine jug, a hint of pity in his eyes. "Do you really think you can walk out of this death row cell alive?"

"What do you mean!" Lord Anping's heart skipped a beat, but he still tried to remain calm and shouted, "We are the king's own brothers! Who dares to kill us!"

"His Majesty naturally wouldn't bear to kill you," Han Fei said, taking a step forward and lowering his voice. "However, some people are hoping you die sooner rather than later. Ten thousand taels of gold have vanished without a trace; someone has to take the blame for such a huge mistake. Do you think that powerful general will let you two, the best witnesses and scapegoats, go free?"

Upon hearing the words "Great General," Lord Anping and Lord Longquan turned deathly pale. Though they were incompetent, they were not fools. They knew better than anyone how ruthless Ji Wuye was.

"You...you're talking nonsense! The General has always been on good terms with us, how could he..." Longquan Jun's voice began to tremble, his confidence clearly waning.

"Befriend him?" Han Fei sneered. "In Ji Wuye's eyes, there are only interests, no friends. Your existence is a potential threat to him, a hidden danger that could explode at any moment. Only the dead can never speak. If I'm not mistaken, Ji Wuye's assassins are already on their way to the death row."

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Anping shook his head frantically, as if this would never happen as long as he didn't admit it.

However, the moment he finished speaking, the faint torches deep inside the death row suddenly went out without warning.

The entire cell was instantly plunged into complete darkness.

A chilling wind, carrying a strong aura of death, howled through the prison corridor. Accompanying this wind was an extremely faint, yet eerie, fluttering sound of feathers.

"Croak—croak—"

A few mournful cries of crows echoed through the empty death row cell, like a death knell from hell.

"Who! Who is it!" Lord Anping and Lord Longquan were so frightened that they hugged each other tightly and huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.

In the darkness, a black feather, like a sharp blade, silently sliced ​​through the air, heading straight for Anping-kun's throat.

Just at this critical moment, a very faint sound of something breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out in the darkness, sparks flying. The deadly black feather was forcefully repelled by a powerful force and embedded deeply into the stone wall beside it.

Immediately afterwards, a dark figure appeared above the cell like a ghost.

The newcomer was dressed in a black bodysuit, with a handsome face that exuded a sinister aura. Strange black eyeshadow was painted on the corners of his eyes. He was none other than the leader of all birds of the night—the Black Raven.

Mo Ya looked down at Han Fei, who was standing outside the cell, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "Ninth Young Master, the General asked me to give you his regards. However, I must take the lives of these two gentlemen tonight."

Having said that, Mo Ya suddenly waved his hands, and dozens of black feathers, like a rain of pear blossoms, carrying a sharp killing intent, shot towards Anping Jun and Longquan Jun in the prison cell. At the same time, he flashed, transforming into a black lightning bolt, heading straight for Han Fei's face.

Ji Wuye gave a death order: not only to silence them, but also to kill Han Fei if he tries to stop them!

Han Fei stood rooted to the spot, facing this seemingly inescapable death, yet his face showed no sign of panic. He didn't even draw his sword, the Reverse Scale, from his waist; he simply stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Mo Ya's sharp claws were about to touch Han Fei's throat, an extremely dazzling and incredibly fast sword light suddenly appeared behind Han Fei.

This sword light was swift and decisive, without any flashy sword energy; it was pure and extreme speed.

It was so fast that even a top assassin like Mo Ya, known for his speed, only felt a blur before his eyes, and a deadly sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body.

Mo Ya's pupils contracted sharply. Out of his killer instinct, he twisted his body in mid-air, abandoning his attempt to kill Han Fei, and crossed his arms to protect his chest.

"clang!"

A deafening roar.

Mo Ya felt an overwhelming force surge into his body through his arms. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the hard stone wall of the death cell.

"Pfft!" Mo Ya felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked up in shock, glancing behind Han Fei.

Before anyone knew it, a young swordsman dressed in grey linen clothes, with a cold face and eyes as calm as still water, had appeared beside Han Fei. In his hand he held an extremely ordinary iron sword, the tip of which pointed diagonally at the ground, a drop of blood slowly sliding down the blade.

"Who are you?" Mo Ya wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with apprehension. He had roamed Xinzheng for so many years, and had never seen such a terrifyingly fast sword. If it weren't for his lightning-fast reflexes, he would have been cleaved in two by that last strike.

Xie Bi'an did not answer; he didn't even glance at Mo Ya. His mission was only to protect Han Fei; the lives of the others were none of his concern.

At the same time, a series of clanging sounds came from inside the cell. The deadly feathers that Mo Ya had shot out were all blocked by an invisible barrier of sword energy, scattering all over the ground.

Anping Jun and Longquan Jun were unharmed, but they were so frightened that they lay on the ground, and a foul odor even emanated from their crotches. (A good book is never stopped being updated, waiting for you to appreciate it.)

Mo Ya knew that tonight's mission had completely failed. With this mysterious swordsman around, there was no way he could kill anyone.

"Ninth Young Master, it seems you've found a very capable helper. However, those targeted by Nightfall never survive. We'll see." Mo Ya coldly uttered these words, his figure instantly transforming into a flock of black crows, disappearing without a trace through the ventilation shaft of the death row cell.

Deathly silence returned to the death row once more.

Han Fei turned his head, looked at Xie Bi'an beside him, and slightly cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for saving me, Your Excellency."

Xie Bi'an remained expressionless. He merely glanced coldly at Han Fei before his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness.

"He's even more ruthless than Brother Wei Zhuang," Han Fei said, rubbing his nose and giving a wry smile.

Han Fei turned around and looked again at the two uncles in the cell who were terrified.

"My two uncles, you saw what just happened," Han Fei's voice was exceptionally clear in the empty death row cell. "Ji Wuye has already decided to kill you. If my men hadn't arrived in time, you would both be cold corpses by now. Now, do you still think you can count on Ji Wuye to save you?"

Anping-jun and Longquan-jun were completely devastated. The fear of death shattered the last shred of hope in their hearts.

"Fei'er... no, Ninth Prince! Save us! We don't want to die!" Anping Jun scrambled to the wooden fence, grabbed Han Fei's clothes tightly, and pleaded with tears streaming down his face.

"If you want to live, tell me the truth." Han Fei's eyes sharpened, like a sword of judgment. "Where did the 100,000 taels of gold go? What exactly happened with the ghost soldiers robbing the funds?!"

Longquan Jun swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he said, "I...we'll tell! We'll tell you everything! Actually...there was no ghost soldiers robbing the supplies at all. That 100,000 taels of gold was switched before we even left Xinzheng!"

"A switch?" Han Fei raised an eyebrow. "Ten thousand taels of gold—such a huge sum of money. How did you manage to switch it in full view of everyone?"

"It was...it was the General!" Anping-kun blurted out. "The General gave us an extremely special ore. The color, weight, and even the sound it made when struck were exactly the same as real gold. We secretly transported the real gold to the location designated by the General, and then packed the ore into the escort boxes."

"Ore that looks exactly like gold?" Han Fei's mind raced. He suddenly remembered the earthy smell he had in Duanlong Valley, and the continuous drizzle.

"Does that ore have any special properties?" Han Fei stared intently at the two of them.

"Yes...yes," Longquan stammered. "Although that stone looks exactly like gold, it dissolves in a very short time when it comes into contact with water, turning into nothingness without leaving a trace."

It dissolves when it comes into contact with water!

boom!

It was as if a lightning bolt struck Han Fei's mind, connecting all the clues at that moment.

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

Chapter 217, a high-energy chapter, is updated! Read it now! (Han Fei learns the truth, Li Chengze arrives at Xueyi Fortress - Part 2)

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

The next chapter is even more exciting: Chapter 217 Han Fei learns the truth, Li Chengze arrives at Xueyi Fort (two chapters combined). We look forward to your visit.

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

It dissolves when it comes into contact with water!

boom!

It was as if a lightning bolt struck Han Fei's mind, connecting all the clues at that moment.

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

It dissolves when it comes into contact with water!

boom!

It was as if a lightning bolt struck Han Fei's mind, connecting all the clues at that moment.

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

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Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

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No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"

No wonder there was no trace of gold in Dragon Slayer Valley!

The torrential rain washed away the Dragon-Slaying Valley, and also washed away the 100,000 taels of "fake gold." In the eyes of the world, the gold had been stolen by ghosts and gods, but in reality, the real gold had long since fallen into Ji Wuye's pocket!

"What a brilliant sleight of hand! What a masterful robbery of supplies by ghost soldiers!"

…………

Just as Han Fei was making a breakthrough in his death row, outside Xinzheng City, an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four pure black horses was slowly making its way towards the border of Han State, trudging through the muddy official road.

The interior of the carriage was extremely spacious, covered with thick Western Region velvet carpets. In the center was a low sandalwood table with a pot of fine Lanling wine warmed on it, along with several plates of exquisite pastries.

Li Chengze leaned lazily against the soft cushions, draped in an expensive fox fur coat.

He was holding an ancient book that he had somehow acquired, and he was casually flipping through it.

Outside the carriage, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the roof with a dull thud.

But the carriage was warm and cozy, and you couldn't feel even the slightest bump.

At that moment, a muffled sound entered the carriage.

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has sent a message."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Li Chengze didn't even look up, his gaze still fixed on the pages of the book.

"Xie Bi'an said that Ji Wuye sent Mo Ya from Bai Niao to the death row to silence them. He acted as you instructed, blocking Mo Ya and saving the lives of those two good-for-nothings. Han Fei has already learned the secret of 'Water Dissolves Gold' from them, so the case is considered solved."

"However, Han Fei will definitely face Ji Wuye's furious retaliation. Should we send someone to secretly help him again?"

"No need," Li Chengze waved his hand and said with a smile, "Wei Zhuang is still watching over things at Zilan Pavilion. He's a disciple of Guigu, and he's not someone to be trifled with."

"Understood."

The sound slowly faded away.

The carriage continued its journey on the muddy road, and after an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scenery began to change strangely.

The continuous drizzle had inexplicably turned into a flurry of snow. The temperature plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold filled the air.

The trees on both sides of the road were completely withered, their branches covered with glistening icicles. And on that snow-covered wasteland, strangely, large swathes of bewitching red flowers were blooming.

Those were spider lilies, their crimson color like blood, appearing particularly glaring and eerie against the backdrop of white snow.

"Snowcoat Castle is just ahead," the voice rang out again.

Li Chengze lifted the curtain and looked outside.

At the edge of the horizon, a massive and eerie castle, like an ancient beast lurking in the snow, stands silently atop the cliff.

The castle is built entirely of black stone, with towering spires reaching into the sky.

The castle is surrounded by a bottomless moat, the water of which has long been frozen and exudes a cold, bluish aura.

The entire Snowcoat Castle was devoid of any life, filled only with endless cold and the aura of death.

"This is really an uncomfortable place." Li Chengze pulled his fox fur coat tighter around himself. Although he said this, his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

The carriage slowly drove onto the drawbridge leading to Snowcoat Castle.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into Snowcloak Fortress!"