Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

Qin Ning felt that she had very bad luck today.

Others have just escaped one danger only to fall into another.

But while he was still in the wolf's mouth, the hungry tiger had already arrived.

"Let him go."

Xu Meishan's indifferent voice repeated itself, reaching the ears of the people below through the dappled shadows of the trees.

The other three immediately surrounded Master Ku'e, who was holding Qin Ning hostage, placing their hands on their weapons and magical artifacts, their eyes filled with vigilance and ruthlessness.

"Are you from the Sichen Guard or the Prince Su's mansion? Now that the Prince Su's heir is in our hands, I advise you to obediently submit, otherwise..." The sharp-tongued young man took half a step forward, his chin slightly raised, his tone full of the fearlessness of someone who "has a hostage" in hand.

However, before he could finish speaking, the slender willow branches beside him seemed to come alive, and their tender twigs suddenly pierced his temple.

Before anyone could react, the slender branch had been swirling around in the young man's mind, then quietly retracted, returning to its previous drooping state.

Sticky red and white specks dripped down from the willow tips.

This proves that what just happened was not an illusion.

The young man's face showed a mixture of arrogance and astonishment. He glanced at his senior uncle beside him, his dark, enlarged pupils filled with deep resentment, before collapsing onto the muddy ground.

He has not yet met Da Ling.

"All things are born and transformed... Are you a member of the Mohist school?"

The unpleasant voice of the Bitter Master rang out. He reached out and touched Qin Ning's lower abdomen, sealing his energy flow, but his fingers did not move away.

"The Mohist school and the Prince Su's mansion have a very deep entanglement. If you make any further moves, I will kill him immediately!"

The creation and transformation of all things is a skill that only the Mohists, one of the five categories of craftsmen, can perform.

This level of ink maker has developed a craftsman's spirit, and through this method, he can give materials a short life, making it easier to refine ink ware.

However, later, some ink enthusiasts discovered that this method could be used not only to make ink ware.

It can also be used to kill.

After the young man died, the other two immediately moved closer to the center, their eyes filled with fear as they looked around at everything.

As secret spies, they were prepared for death.

But I don't want to die so inexplicably, so worthlessly, so abruptly as a withered leaf blown away by a cool breeze.

Xu Meishan, carrying the black cauldron, leaped down from the tree without looking up and said, "You're using the life of the Prince of Su's heir to threaten a mere Sichen Guard? His Majesty has long desired to weaken the power of the princes, and the strange illness afflicting the heir is the work of us. If you can truly kill the Prince of Su's heir, then I should thank you properly."

"Besides... the person you arrested is not the heir apparent of Prince Su."

"This man isn't the Prince of Su's heir... wait, you just said you'd let him go. Ha, you've already revealed your Mo family identity, and you still want to use such clumsy tricks to deceive us!"

The young man's senior apprentice looked as if he had seen through everything.

Everyone knows that the Mohists were practically in cahoots with King Su.

Emperor Yongguang of the Great Xia Dynasty had already reclaimed the military power of four or five vassal kings, killing or imprisoning his uncles. Yet why was he still hesitant to openly break ties with Prince Su?

Could it be that they are thinking of the other party's great achievements in guarding Jiatian Peak all by himself back then?

fart!

It's all thanks to the Mo family's superb craftsmanship and the production process of ink cores.

"No... he might really be a lackey of the Great Xia royal family." Master Ku'e stared at Xu Meishan for a while with his deep-set eyes, and then suddenly spoke.

"Although the creation of all things can kill, the Mohists and their craftsmen disdain using this method against their enemies. However, there are exceptions... It is said that the Mohists produced a genius with a natural talent for craftsmanship, but because his methods of doing things went against the Mohist ideals, he was exiled."

Master Ku'e pulled a wax pill from his waist: "You two take him to the people of Prince Su's mansion. If he is, you can exchange this for the method of making the ink core; if not..." He poked Qin Ning's throat with his finger, and as he opened his mouth, he threw the wax pill in and forcefully covered Qin Ning's jaw: "Then there's no need to give him the antidote for the Golden Sand Pill."

After saying that, he handed Qin Ning, whose meridians were sealed, over to the other two.

Judging from his words, the plan was not feasible, so he intended to take Qin Ning's life.

Faced with an order that had a 50% chance of leading to their deaths, the two did not hesitate at all, grabbed Qin Ning, and rushed towards the front of the mountain.

The Guru, who remained where he was, took a step forward, and the cloth around him tore apart, revealing his upper body covered with dark golden scars.

"I haven't even passed the fifth rank of the Mohist school yet, but today I'll use you to set a precedent!"

......

Several dozen breaths later.

Listening to the whistling wind in his ears, Qin Ning was carried on someone's back as they quickly traversed the mountains and forests.

Did I accidentally get caught up in the conflict between Sichenwei and Daling?

The strange illness on the Crown Prince was indeed caused by the Sichen Guard... Strictly speaking, it should be attributed to Emperor Yongguang.

Cut off the vassal...

Qin Ning pondered the information he had just heard, his gaze sweeping over the neck of the person carrying him, his eyes calm.

The gaunt and miserable master sealed his energy channels with his qi, intending to disable his means of resistance.

However, with the supernatural power [Greed], Qin Ning could refine that energy and make a move at any time if he wanted to.

The reason he hesitated to act was simply because he was unsure of the exact strength of the two great spirits. He feared that if he could only kill one of them by sneak attack, he wouldn't be able to handle the other.

Therefore, it would be better for him to suddenly attack when the other party finds someone from the Prince Su's residence.

I wonder how Tanuki is doing... She must have understood what I meant.

Just as Qin Ning was getting worried, the free "transportation" beneath her suddenly came to a sharp stop.

Noticing the person beneath him trembling, he slightly turned his head to look ahead, his dark eyes instantly widening in shock.

!!!

Ten feet away from him, on the pile of rubble created by the unknown explosion, Xu Meishan stood quietly with a silly smile on his face.

He held the black cauldron in one hand and pinched a withered head in the other, his five long fingers digging deep into the skull.

The head appeared to have been violently ripped off, the break uneven, resembling a shattered watermelon fragment, with sparse, dark golden blood dripping from it.

"Impossible...impossible!"

The person carrying Qin Ning could not believe it.

The other person trembled for a long time, as if finally regaining his composure from the brink of collapse, before managing to squeeze out the second half of the sentence.

"Master Kuayi is a fifth-grade ascetic in Buddhism, how could he be defeated so easily! This must be some kind of smokescreen!"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked around, as if hoping to see the figure of the Guru.

When faced with things that are incomprehensible, people tend to find a reasonable explanation that they can think of.

With a silly grin on his face, Xu Meishan casually tossed the shriveled head to the man's feet, where it rolled to the ground, covered in mud and withered grass.

He said softly, "I am a fourth-rank Mohist."

"grass!"

Qin Ning cursed inwardly.

The difference in rank was only one grade, and it was a case of the opponent being deliberately outmaneuvering the enemy. No wonder the opponent finished the battle in just a few dozen breaths and even caught up with them.

The person beneath him seemed stunned by the news.

During this brief moment, the head of the Bitter Master on the ground came to life, sprang up with a whoosh, and bit down hard on the throat of the person carrying Qin Ning with a mouthful of black teeth.

Upon seeing this, the other person turned and ran, but after only two steps, his body was covered with branches and pebbles, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Qin Ning distanced himself from the two men and coldly watched the man on the ground who was still struggling, his throat already bitten through.

My heart sank into a deep gloom.

He subtly clenched his fist, forcing a smile: "Brother Meishan, it's been a long time since we parted ways at Blood Rain Fortress. Luckily you came, otherwise I don't know where these two villains would have taken me."

"You've been hiding in the Prince's mansion for so long, it's naturally been a long time since we last met."

Great, the attempt to get closer failed...