The number one rebel of the Great Wu

Meanwhile, dusk had just fallen.

Xuan Shuo had been crouching in the shadows of a back alley of the Fourth Prince's residence for two whole hours.

As arranged by Chen Changgeng, when the Fourth Prince came to the Crown Prince's residence to ask for a horse to leave, he secretly followed him and went to the Fourth Prince's residence to investigate.

He thought he would have to wait a long time, but to his surprise, a few people came out of the Fourth Prince's residence just a short while ago.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a gray robe, with a sinister face and extremely light steps; he was clearly a trained martial artist.

Xuan Shuo did not act rashly, but instead kept a distance.

The group's destination was not the Fourth Prince's residence, but a house in the west of the city.

The mansion was not large and looked like an ordinary villa belonging to a wealthy merchant.

Xuan Shuo hid in a tree outside the wall, watching the gray-robed man knock on the door and go in. The person inside opened the door to welcome the guest.

In a flash of light, he saw the face of the person who had just arrived.

Hyun Seok's hair stood on end instantly.

He recognized that face.

I met him once at Beiqing Temple.

That night, he stayed at Beiqing Temple and was awakened in the middle of the night by a strange noise. Following the sound, he saw dozens of people dressed in monks' robes lined up in the courtyard, each carrying a long, gleaming knife.

The person in charge had this face; he was called "Brother Huiming" at the time.

Xuan Shuo watched as they carried boxes of weapons into the backyard, piling them up like small mountains.

At this moment, this "Brother Huiming" was standing at the entrance of that residence, exchanging pleasantries with the gray-robed man.

Hyun Seok held his breath and quietly slid down from the tree, wanting to get closer to hear what they were saying.

The withered branch beneath my feet made a soft cracking sound, snap!

"Who?"

The gray-robed man reacted extremely quickly; before he could finish speaking, a dark figure had already pounced towards Xuan Shuo.

Without further hesitation, Xuan Shuo turned and ran.

The wind howled behind them; at least three people were chasing after them.

He dared not run towards crowded places, fearing he would endanger innocent civilians, so he could only rush towards the outskirts of the city.

After running for more than a mile, Xuan Shuo suddenly stopped and turned to face his pursuers.

"Since the master is unwilling to leave, then he may stay."

The gray-robed man spoke coldly, a short blade appearing in his hand.

Xuan Shuo didn't speak, but put his hands together and assumed the Shaolin starting stance.

"Amitabha, esteemed benefactors, this humble monk is merely passing by and has no ill intentions."

"Enough with the nonsense."

Before the gray-robed man could finish speaking, he had already sprung up, his short blade aimed straight for Xuan Shuo's throat.

Xuan Shuo dodged to the side, and then struck out with his right palm.

"Bang!"

The two palms clashed together, producing a muffled thud.

Xuan Shuo felt a chilling force surge into his meridians through his palm, and his chest immediately felt tight.

This person's internal energy cultivation method is extremely strange; it doesn't follow the path of force and strength, but focuses on the path of gentleness and softness.

He staggered back three steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"The master's skill is superb, what a pity..."

The gray-robed man sneered, flipped his hands, and flicked out several streaks of cold light from between his ten fingers.

Xuan Shuo was shocked and used his protective inner energy to withstand the attack.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Several hidden weapons were deeply embedded in his shoulder and back, and the intense pain made his vision go black.

"Walk!"

Xuan Shuo gritted his teeth, turned around, and used his last bit of strength to rush away into the distance.

Shortly afterward, several screams echoed through the darkness, and the three men who had been chasing him were all dead.

Xuan Shuo dared not look back and ran wildly.

His consciousness began to blur, and all he knew was that he couldn't stop, because if he stopped, he would never be able to get up again.

After running for an unknown amount of time, a patch of lights finally appeared ahead.

It is the Crown Prince's residence.

Xuan Shuo mustered his last bit of strength, rushed to the gate of the mansion, and knocked on the door three times with all his might.

Then everything went black, and I completely lost consciousness.

"Who is it? What are you knocking on in the middle of the night!"

Xiao Duozi's voice came from inside the door, carrying a hint of morning grumpiness.

The latch was pulled open, and a sleepy-eyed face peeked out from the crack in the door.

Little Duozi looked down and immediately let out a piercing scream.

"Ah! Someone's dead!"

He scrambled backward, his voice trembling.

"Help! Help!"

The janitor's room was very close to the door. Geng Liang happened to get up in the middle of the night and immediately rushed over when he heard the call.

He rushed over carrying a lantern, and his expression changed drastically when he saw the person on the ground.

"Hyun Seok!"

He quickly crouched down to check and found that Xuan Shuo was covered in blood, with several hidden weapons stuck in his back, and his breathing was weak.

"Quick! Carry him to the janitor's quarters!"

When Chen Changgeng arrived, Xuan Shuo had already been carried into an empty room in the backyard of the janitor's quarters.

Ah Zi sat by the bed, examining Xuan Shuo's injuries.

"How is it?"

Chen Changgeng asked.

Azi didn't look up, her voice indifferent.

"The internal organs were injured by the shock, and several meridians were also damaged."

"Moreover, he seemed to have used an extremely brutal technique, which stimulated his own potential and further aggravated his internal injuries."

"At this point, ordinary medicine is no longer effective for him."

Chen Changgeng reached out to check Xuan Shuo's breath and frowned.

The person had already lost consciousness, and their breathing was getting weaker and weaker; it was estimated that they wouldn't last much longer.

He sent him to track the Fourth Prince, and he came back seriously injured. He must have discovered some clues.

He can't die! Chen Changgeng wants both the man and the clues!

"Is there any way?"

"We can only use our internal energy to keep him alive for now. There is a yin energy dominating his internal organs, which requires extremely yang internal energy to counteract it."

"I can't do that, you'll have to find someone else."

"In addition, to cure his illness, a very rare herb is needed."

"What?"

"Cold Jade Grass".

Chen Changgeng frowned.

"What is this?"

"A herb that only grows in extremely cold places, with healing and life-saving effects."

Ah Zi paused.

"But this herb has long since disappeared from the martial arts world. Thirty years ago, there was a sect called Miaoyin Sect that cultivated this herb."

"However... this sect was wiped out overnight thirty years ago, supposedly due to a feud in the martial arts world. And their old site has already been thoroughly searched, so I'm afraid we won't find it there."

"The Gate of Wonderful Sounds?"

Azi nodded.

"I do possess masculine internal energy, which can help prolong his life."

"The Myriad Sounds Sect is gone, where am I supposed to find it?"

Chen Changgeng fell silent.

Miaoyin Gate...

Qin Lan!

For some reason, the moment Chen Changgeng heard the name, he thought of Qin Lan.

The Xianglan Courtyard was filled with experts, and Qin Lan even used a strange technique to directly detect her own internal strength.

This is clearly unusual.

Could it be that the Miaoyin Sect is under Xiao Jingtian's protection and is hiding inside the Crown Prince's residence?

Chen Changgeng sat down and fell into deep thought.

Generally speaking, martial arts sects do not have any dealings with secular dynasties, otherwise they would be attacked by other sects.

Back then, Xiao Jingtian used many unknown methods to seize the throne...

Is it...

Chen Changgeng suddenly stood up and slapped his forehead.

Yes, that must be it!

Crown Prince Xiao Lie is foolish and receives little attention from the court and the public. His seven concubines, including Shen Qingci, almost all have special backgrounds.

Compared to keeping them in the palace, placing them with Xiao Lie is like putting them in the dark, which is perfect.

Crown Prince Xiao Lie himself must have known some of the details of all this.

Although Chen Changgeng could directly ask Qin Lan, she still doesn't trust him.

If she really is a member of the Miaoyin Sect, and I guessed her identity correctly, I'm afraid I'll be silenced.

It seems the only option is to take advantage of the Crown Prince's trust in me and try to get some information out of him!