Transcending Heavens: Starting with the Ancient Tomb Sect

Chapter 138 A Clash of Wisdom

"That monk Darba—"

Back at the inn, Yue Que was momentarily at a loss for words when it came to describing the great monk Darba.

The term "blind loyalty" is most fitting to describe him.

But because of his foolishness, Darba sometimes can't think straight, and you can even tease him like a child.

This is different from the dullness of the great hero Guo Jing.

Since the intention was to take action against Chancellor Yelü Chucai, there should have been no pause in the middle.

It's clear that Yelü Chucai made preparations for placing his residence here. Putting aside other considerations, the presence of any unusual or unfamiliar outsider would likely allow information to infiltrate the residence.

Was it intentional or accidental?

Yue Que felt that the monk Darba might not have expected this.

into the night.

Yelü's residence.

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Yelü Yan, the beloved daughter of Yelü Chucai, was engrossed in reading a book, with incense burner placed beside her desk.

While reading, Yelü Yan would occasionally glance at her second brother, Yelü Qi, who was practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

The young man stood tall and elegant, his every move displaying the spirit of Taoism.

The young man practiced the pure Xuanmen internal skills of the Quanzhen Sect in a very orderly and meticulous manner.

At this moment, the punches coming and going are soft, upright, and complete.

It was the Empty Fist technique learned from the old rascal Zhou Botong.

After Yelü Qi finished performing a set of Kongming Fist, he looked up and saw his younger sister, Yelü Yan, clapping and cheering. Just as he was about to give her a lecture in a rather irritable manner, a servant rushed in: "Second Young Master! Second Young Master!"

"Don't rush!"

Seeing his servant so panicked, Yelü Qi immediately grabbed the servant who was about to fall and asked softly, "Tell me what happened?"

"The Prime Minister has summoned the Second Young Master to his study."

The waiter took two deep breaths, and after his breathing calmed down, he said, "An accident has occurred."

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Yelü Qi's expression changed, and a sense of unease arose in his heart. After signaling his sister to stay there, he followed the servant quickly to the study.

Yelü Yan was left completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

Normally, it would be her turn to practice martial arts on behalf of her second brother, since he was the one who taught her martial arts.

In the study.

Yelü Chucai, the current prime minister of Mongolia, stood in his study with his hands behind his back, his face serious and solemn.

After his second son, Yelü Qi, politely knocked on the door and entered, Yelü Chucai turned around. The solemn look on his face did not disappear; on the contrary, it became even more serious.

The moment Yelü Qi stepped into the study, he heard his father say, "Second Brother, take your sister and run away!"

"Run away as far away as possible."

"?!"

These words stunned Yelü Qi. What could have made his father utter such despairing words? After all, the Yelü family were descendants of the former Liao imperial family. However, after a moment's thought, Yelü Qi realized what was going on.

"Father, could it be?!"

Yelü Qi had no idea about the strength of the Mongols!

That was the very entity that had annihilated the Great Jin, which had destroyed the Liao Dynasty. Its martial virtue and bloodthirstiness were the most terrifying existence that Yelü Qi knew of at the moment.

As for why my father started to establish himself in the Central Plains in the past year, he wrote in his memorial that the Central Plains (the Great Jin) was not stable because there was a rebellion by the former royal family of the Great Jin. He needed an important figure to stabilize the area and provide a solid rear for future attacks on the Great Song.

If someone were to actually assassinate them, they could use this as an excuse to cultivate their own power and influence.

Yelü Qi did exactly as his father had arranged.

That's what they say, but Yelü Qi knew very well that this was his father choosing to protect himself in the power struggle at the top.

The brothers were almost all scattered to prevent any accidents.

The situation deteriorated after Ögedei Khan fell seriously ill.

With the Great Khan dead and the Empress acting as regent, the Tolui faction began to rise to power and relentlessly press forward after altering the imperial edict.

Yelü Chucai knew perfectly well that in such a struggle, if one person made a mistake, a whole bunch of people would die.

In retrospect, trying to protect oneself has become a death sentence.

He himself had not expected things to turn out this way; the other party would actually try to kill a prime minister.

"They're here!"

"Whose people?" Yelü Qi asked in return.

"Darba!" Yelü Chucai revealed the visitor's identity, saying, "He represents Möngke and has come to kill me, because I, your father, am considered a man of the late Khan!"

"!!!"

Yelü Chucai's words stunned Yelü Qi, who thought to himself, "Shouldn't he be trying to win over his father?"

Why take direct action?

Isn't it just verbal communication, mutual probing, scheming, enticement, and coercion?

Even the internal power struggles within the Liao Dynasty's royal family weren't this direct, were they?

Yelü Qi, who practiced Quanzhen martial arts and had read extensively in Taoist and Confucian classics, was completely bewildered.

Before Yelü Chucai could explain to his second son, he heard shouts of battle coming from the outside. Darba had already led his soldiers into action.

"Walk!"

"Erlang, take your sister and leave immediately!"

Yelü Chucai immediately summoned his trusted confidants and instructed them to help Yelü Qi and Yelü Yan escape, lest they be captured in one fell swoop, and to ensure that the Yelü family had a descendant.

As for his sons in other places, Yelü Chucai had already given up on them.

Upon hearing this, Yelü Qi did not indulge in sentimental feelings; he was well aware that his father and the others could not escape.

"Father, take care!"

After kneeling down and kowtowing three times, Yelü Qi walked straight out of the study and ran towards where his younger sister, Yelü Yan, was.

He planned to escape through a secret passage with his sister.

boom!

The wall was blasted down by someone with superhuman strength. Darba strode in carrying a golden pestle, blocking the escape route of Yelü Qi and his sister Yelü Yan. Behind them, a group of experts and soldiers were carrying out a clean and efficient massacre of the people in Yelü's mansion.

"You can't escape!"

Darba stared at the man and woman before him in a deep, muffled voice, his golden pestle resting horizontally on his shoulder.

In fact, Darba stopped the team for a while out of his own conscience, wanting Yelü Chucai to give his master an answer.

But in the end, Darba's good intentions were wasted, and the other person didn't move.

Little did he know that the other person hadn't figured it out either.

Especially after discovering the deaths of soldiers, Darba knew he couldn't wait any longer and had to take immediate action.

As soon as he finished speaking, Darba grabbed at the seemingly polite Yelü Qi.

"!"

Faced with Darba blocking his way, Yelü Qi naturally wouldn't surrender without a fight, and readily unleashed his full range of Quanzhen martial arts skills.

With a push and a misstep, Darba missed his target.

Grabbing Yelü Yan's hand, the brother and sister ran straight to the back.

"???"

Darba stared blankly at his empty right hand. He hadn't expected the prime minister's son to possess such remarkable martial arts skills, and even more unexpectedly, he recognized the style: "Quanzhen Sect!"

"Grab them!"

"Leave no one else alive!"

At this moment, Darba realized that his master's worries were indeed correct; the Quanzhen Sect of Taoism had long since infiltrated the upper echelons of society.

Since Genghis Khan, Buddhism has spent so much time but still hasn't been able to eradicate the influence of the Quanzhen School within it.

This immediately triggered Darba, who had recently suffered a great loss in Zhongnan Mountain.

The nature of the matter has now changed.

The reasons that Jinlun Fawang had prepared were even more convincing. They could then explain why the attacks on Xiangyang had repeatedly failed, because there were traitors within the high ranks of the Mongol Empire.

Someone had connections with the Quanzhen Sect and handed over all the arrangements on the Mongol side to Guo Jing, which is why the army hesitated and couldn't capture Xiangyang.

As is well known, the Quanzhen Sect has always stood on Guo Jing's side.

Whose side is the Prime Minister on?

He was a man of the late Great Khan Ögedei.

What is that?

That means the Great Khan is plotting a rebellion!

"what?"

Darba, who was following his train of thought, suddenly froze. He scratched his head, as if something was amiss. His mind, which was rather single-threaded, was stuck in his own associations.

For a moment, I forgot to chase after them and instead stayed where I was.

A moment later, the senior monk Darba came to his senses, shook his head, and chased after them.

escape!

Escape with all your might!

Yelü Yan was in a panic and had no idea what was happening. After her home was breached, she was completely disoriented.

She was almost always dragged around by her second brother, Yelü Qi.

Yelü Qi was covered in sweat and didn't have time to pay attention to the fallen figure of his companion behind him. He only knew that someone was chasing after him.

Using their familiarity with the roads, Yelü Qi led his sister through a maze of twists and turns, finally finding a safe gap through which they escaped.

Come.

Just as Yelü Qi emerged, dragging the still bewildered Yelü Yan along, before he could even catch his breath, a long sword was drawn, its clang echoing as a red figure streaked through the air.

"!!!"

Under the moonlight, as I looked up...

Yelü Qi only had time to raise his head before he saw the sword blade seemingly about to reach him, and a faint stinging sensation appeared between his brows.

Ding!

Amidst sparks flying, two sword shadows clashed and passed each other.

"With a blink, Yelü Qi felt a chill on his forehead as two strands of hair fell from his eyes."

This made Yelü Qi swallow hard, feeling a cold sweat creep up his back.

Only then did he realize that two people were fighting under the moonlight.

One was dressed in bright red, adorned with fresh flowers in her hair, and exuding a rouge-like fragrance. She appeared both effeminate and alluring, yet also possessed a chillingly malevolent aura. Her swordplay was swift as lightning, unpredictable and ever-changing.

One was dressed in a Quanzhen Taoist robe, exuding the air of a Quanzhen master. The young Taoist's brows radiated heroic spirit, his face possessed an otherworldly and refined beauty, with red lips and white teeth, like a piece of exquisite jade. His steps were as light as the wind, and his swordplay was as graceful and otherworldly as a gentle breeze.

We're on the same side!

This is one of the Quanzhen Sect's own people.

After recognizing the two combatants, Yelü Qi felt greatly relieved and a sense of security arose within him. Although he didn't know when such a powerful young Taoist priest had appeared in the Quanzhen Sect, it was a good thing for the current situation.

Looking down at his younger sister Yelü Yan, whom he was holding onto, he saw that she was already stunned by what he saw.

His gaze was fixed on the Taoist priest, and he remained motionless.

In a moment of extreme horror and danger, the girl saw Gai Yingxiong descending from the sky on auspicious seven-colored clouds.

Yelü Qi didn't blame his sister for her performance, after all, even he found it amazing.

This is truly a golden boy.