Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

Before the sacrificial altar, the sound of bells and chimes was magnificent and resounding.

Li Qingyan, dressed in a long, trailing sacrificial robe, walked solemnly up the altar, followed by many officials.

Qin Ning leaned against the sedan chair, arms crossed, and looked around.

A moment later.

Boom—!

A loud bang came from above, and he instinctively tensed up, his hands already in the boxing stance he had learned in "External Kung Fu".

However, nothing unusual happened; only a ray of sunlight shone down from above.

Qin Ning looked up and saw that the thick clouds in the sky had been dispersed by a great force, revealing the sun that had been hiding behind them.

A faint smell of gunpowder wafted in the air.

A reverse version of artificial rainmaking and hail suppression grenades?!

Looking around, he saw that everyone was acting normally, so this wasn't the first time they'd done this... Was this also something the Mohists had invented?!

Qin Ning felt that it would be difficult to achieve such a perfect cloud-driving effect based solely on the power of gunpowder; he suspected that some extraordinary power must have been involved.

He silently relaxed his clenched fists and continued to observe the ceremony with a calm expression.

Well... luckily, I was standing in a secluded spot.

Ascending the altar, offering incense, and reciting the sacrificial text—the commoner's prayer and sacrifice by the Crown Prince of Su resembled a simplified version of an emperor's sacrifice to heaven and earth.

However, after offering the sacrificial animals, he did not immediately burn the sacrificial text.

Instead, they took out a small, golden mirror with a bright, clear surface and placed it respectfully in the center of the altar.

An invisible aura gathered, and the sunlight falling from the sky converged on the small mirror.

Li Qingyan reached into his robes, pulled out two sheets of paper with pre-written messages, and with a flick of his wrist, uttered a soft cry: "Rectify the source and cleanse the wicked, banish them to heaven!"

Two sheets of Xuan paper spontaneously combusted without fire, and with a whoosh, they crashed into the small golden mirror.

Offstage,

Qin Ning looked up in confusion. He felt that the sunlight had gradually become more intense since earlier, and in just a short while, it was already making people sweat.

"Strange... huh?!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the Bagua compass inside slipped silently into his palm, a flash of black light disappearing from it.

Extremely bad luck!

What's going on...? Was there a ferocious beast passing by within a mile of me just now?

Qin Ning was puzzled. The Bagua compass in his hand only showed a brief abnormality before returning to normal in a short while.

Just then, another loud noise came from afar.

The bluestone beneath his feet trembled, startling flocks of birds into flight from the distant mountains and vegetation.

We need to drive away the clouds again... No, wait!

The explosion came from the back mountain and grew closer. Qin Ning felt the stone platform beneath his feet shaking more and more violently, with the imminent threat of collapse.

Confucius said, "Mountains and rocks stand forever!"

A loud shout came from the high platform. The bluestone beneath Qin Ning's feet paused briefly before suddenly exploding!

Taking advantage of the situation, he turned and hid inside the sedan chair.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of gravel colliding with the sedan chair was continuous. Qin Ning thought to himself that he was right. The young master's sedan chair was indeed no ordinary item. At least in terms of sturdiness, it was top-notch.

He lowered his body, listening to the chaos outside. Suddenly, the sedan curtain was lifted, and Qin Ning instinctively kicked it.

"It's me!"

The deputy doctor, whose face was bruised and swollen from being hit, hurriedly shouted, but fortunately, Qin Ning had been practicing his martial arts diligently these past few days and managed to stop in time.

This prevented the other party from suffering further injury.

He pulled the other person into the sedan chair and said in a deep voice, "What's going on? Isn't this Suzhou?"

"I have no idea either. The altar collapsed, and now the smoke and dust outside are blotting out the sun..."

Before the deputy physician could finish speaking, a violent impact came from the sedan chair beneath them, accompanied by a loud bang, and Qin Ning's body was lifted into the air inside the sedan chair.

He grabbed the handrail in the sedan chair with one hand, and with the other hand he tried to reach for the deputy medical officer who was also suspended in mid-air.

However, his opponent was not like him; he possessed physical qualities comparable to a martial artist and was thrown away by the violent impact.

Wishing you peace.

Silently mourning, Qin Ning snapped back to reality and began to overcome the feeling of weightlessness, gathering all the cloth within reach of his hands and feet beneath him to protect himself from the impending impact. The cat leaped out of his arms, its expression blank, its fluffy fur standing on end.

If this is targeting me, isn't this going a bit too far...?

"We're about to land!"

After his brief warning, the sturdy sedan chair first scraped through the lush tree canopy, then broke countless branches, crashed heavily to the ground, and rolled downhill.

Fortunately, the ground did not seem to be hard, and after all this turmoil, the car body still maintained a certain structure.

These 360-degree rolls left Qin Ning feeling a little dizzy.

After the sedan chair came to a complete stop, he gently bit the tip of his tongue to calm himself.

The raccoon beside her was unsteady on its feet, tears welling up in its two yellow-blue gem-like eyes, and it began to gag as soon as it opened its little mouth.

However, what she vomited wasn't her breakfast... banknotes, exquisitely plated dishes, a pillow, a teapot, and women's undergarments?!

How many strange things have you secretly swallowed behind my back...? Qin Ning's eyes widened, and for a moment she almost forgot her own situation.

At that moment, the sound of trampling grass and withered branches could be heard outside the sedan chair.

"Uncle-Master, look at this sedan chair, it's huge!"

"This is the imperial sedan chair of the Prince Su's heir. I've seen it in the city. How did it end up here?"

"Never mind that, quickly check if the young master is in the sedan chair. Damn those beasts, they're actually Imperial Guards in disguise! If he's in the sedan chair, we'll kidnap him and break out!"

Three different voices entered Qin Ning's ears. His gaze instantly swept towards the tattered sedan curtain, and his hand subtly revealed the power of lightning.

At the same time, he draped a robe that Li Qingyan had left in the sedan chair over himself.

With the enemy situation unclear, he needed to take precautions.

This group seemed to be on the opposite side of Sichenwei. But the theory that the enemy of my enemy is my friend clearly doesn't apply here. The information they revealed in their conversation clearly indicated that they were also at odds with Prince Su's faction.

Wow... Why is this scene so chaotic!

Through the tattered sedan curtain, a withered arm reached in; its color was black with a hint of dark gold, and it did not look like a living person's body.

The moment the arm appeared, Qin Ning decisively dispersed the lightning magic in his palm.

We can't beat them.

The oppressive aura emanating from the arm before him was vaguely comparable to the phantom of the Taotie he had seen.

At present, the only way to save his life is probably to impersonate the heir of Prince Su.

The suction force surged in, and Qin Ning's body involuntarily leaned forward. In his haste, he only had time to draw the number two on the fox's neck and cover it with a tattered cloth.

The touch on her neck was icy cold, and the temperature emanating from those withered arms was like that of a corpse, so cold that Qin Ning's skin involuntarily broke out in goosebumps.

"The man with the embroidered dragon pattern is the heir apparent of Prince Su!"

Qin Ning was pulled out of the sedan chair by the withered arm. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw a bald young man with prominent features, shouting with surprise.

"Keep your voice down, are you afraid of attracting that pack of mad dogs?"

The person next to the young man raised his hand and knocked.

In an instant, the young man's talent and potential became even more apparent.

"I never imagined that the Crown Prince of Su would be so handsome." The middle-aged man who had knocked on the door exclaimed, then respectfully addressed the gaunt figure pulling at Qin Ning, "Master Ku'e, with the Crown Prince of Su in our hands, we can't say we can escape easily. Could we perhaps exchange his life for the technique of making the Ink Core?"

It seems these people don't recognize Li Qingyan... Coveting the ink core production technique, are these people from Daling?

Qin Ning glanced at the young man's bald head covered in stubble. Apart from him, the other three people present all had thick cloths wrapped around their heads.

"This journey... is risky, but... it's worth a try." Master Ku'e's voice was rough and hoarse, as if he had swallowed burning coals.

"So now we..." Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, a detached voice came from the treetops behind them.

"Let him go."

Qin Ning's eyes darted around, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the newcomer's infatuated grin, causing her heart to sink once more.

Xu Meishan!

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