Chapter 201: Suppression

However, Li Musheng naturally could not answer Wu Xiang Lao Ren's confusion.

After receiving the formless divine art sent by the other party through the life-and-death talisman, he casually twisted the other party's neck.

Having finished all this, Li Musheng paid no more attention to the corpse on the ground, but instead began to study that formless divine art.

As the highest martial secret scripture of the Ten Thousand Phases Demon Sect in years past, the formless divine art could also be counted as a rare top-tier demonic cultivation technique in the Jianghu.

Of course, what Li Musheng was interested in were some strange Wu Gong within it, such as puppet manipulation and the method of changing appearance and true qi with "formlessness is ten thousand forms."

Previously, he had studied the true qi threads used for secretly tracking people from the mutual puppet technique employed by the scholar.

Now that he had the complete formless divine art, it was enough for him to pass the time in his leisure; perhaps he might even research some other more interesting Wu Gong.

"However, there is no rush for this matter; let me first perfect the Green Dragon Azure Sky Sutra. There is plenty of time anyway."

As Li Musheng thought this, a meow sounded from the courtyard.

Hu Rui'an and others looked toward the sound, then all squinted their eyes in suspicion.

Just now, when they were being manipulated by Wu Xiang Lao Ren to fight each other to the death, this big black cat had slipped away somewhere unknown.

Now that the matter was resolved, the other party stepped out in a cat's walk, meowing, and stuck itself to Li Musheng.

"Eh? What is it carrying in its mouth?"

At this moment, Shen Anran looked closely and saw that the big black cat had fetched two jade plaques from somewhere and spat them out beside Wu Xiang Lao Ren's corpse.

The big cat's meaning was also quite clear: these things should all belong to the corpse before them, though it was unknown where it had found them.

Hu Rui'an's gaze shifted; he glanced at the two jade plaques on the ground, then frowned and looked at Li Musheng, saying:

"Judging by the style and engraved characters on these jade pendants, one seems to be from the Han Manor, and the other... if I recall correctly, should be the pendant of a first-grade Jianghu guest scholar from the Second Imperial Prince's manor."

Speaking thus, Hu Rui'an proceeded to explain:

"The Second Imperial Prince, Li Que, to recruit Jianghu experts and guest scholars, granted extremely high treatment to those who submitted from the Jianghu; among them, based on identity, status, and strength, guest scholars were divided into three levels from one to three. These first-grade guest scholars were few in number and were the highest in status among them."

"This person possessing such a pendant obviously has an extremely deep relationship with the Second Imperial Prince, and since the other party intended to assassinate Your Highness, this matter may not be as simple as mere revenge..."

Hearing this, Li Musheng raised his eyebrows slightly; originally, he did not care much about this matter, but upon second thought, he seemed to have a key to the Tianqi Secret Treasury temporarily held by that Second Imperial Prince.

Thus, he waved his hand and said:

"Rest assured, I have this matter under control."

Hearing these words, Hu Rui'an naturally stopped there and did not say more, after all, this matter involved the Great Li Imperial Family and was not something he could interfere with.

At this moment, Wu Shang's gaze fell upon the other jade plaque, and with a thoughtful expression, he said:

"This person actually has a jade plaque from the Han Manor; it is just unknown what collusion he has with Han Chuiyuan, the general of the Shengzhou garrison."

And as soon as he finished speaking, a brilliant, scorching firelight flashed down from the sky, subsequently revealing the figure of Lady Murong Xiaoya in a black robe.

At this moment, Lady Murong Xiaoya's aura was terrifying; her long, blood-red hair, like blood and fire, moved without wind, dancing wildly behind her like surging flames.

Deep within her eyes, molten gold whirlpools and strands of blood flames secretly swirled; her gaze, pressing down on Wu Shang, asked in a heavy voice:

"Just now, who did you say was related to Han Chuiyuan?"

Upon suddenly feeling Lady Murong Xiaoya's abyss-like, sea-deep aura pressing down upon him, Wu Shang's entire mind and spirit trembled; the martial true qi flowing through his meridians suddenly stalled, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"I..."

Wu Shang struggled to open his mouth to reply, but the surging fear in his heart made him utterly unable to speak, causing him to tremble all over uncontrollably.

Seeing this scene, Hu Rui'an immediately frowned tightly and hurriedly called out:

"Miss Lady Murong..."

His original intention was to urge the other party to restrain her aura as much as possible, after all, Wu Shang's martial cultivation was simply unable to withstand the other party's pressure at this moment.

Moreover, facing such terrifying aura directly could cause Wu Shang to lose his Martial Way Mindset.

However, before he could finish speaking, Lady Murong Xiaoya suddenly turned her head.

Merely having those blood-flame-wreathed eyes look over, Hu Rui'an instantly felt as if facing a great enemy, and a hair-raising sense of mortal crisis surged in his heart.

For a moment, he vaguely sensed an extremely terrifying killing intent from Lady Murong Xiaoya; at the same time, he himself was locked by the other party's terrifying machine.

It seemed that as long as he made the slightest move, he would be covered by a terrifying sea of fire like a natural disaster, and in the blink of an eye, be burned clean.

"Miss Lady Murong, that is enough."

At this moment, Li Musheng suddenly spoke.

In an instant, whether Wu Shang or Hu Rui'an, the oppressive feeling of being covered by Lady Murong Xiaoya's terrifying machine immediately relaxed.

At the same time, Shen Anran and others, who were also pressed by Lady Murong Xiaoya's scattered powerful aura until they could barely breathe, finally breathed smoothly and all heaved a heavy sigh of relief.

Even the big black cat, which had been standing on end and hiding behind Li Musheng since Lady Murong Xiaoya's arrival, quietly stuck out its cat head at this moment, its pair of green eyes peeking at the black-robed, red-haired Lady Murong Xiaoya.

At this moment, Lady Murong Xiaoya slowly turned her head, looking at Li Musheng standing in the courtyard; the molten gold whirlpools in her eyes slowly rotated, and only the wreathing blood flames sometimes flared fiercely and sometimes calmed.

The next moment, Lady Murong Xiaoya suddenly closed her eyes, as if trying her best to suppress something, and her terrifying aura gradually retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, she opened her eyes, and the blood flames in her pupils had obviously calmed down.

She slowly scanned the surroundings, as if recognizing where this place was, then frowned slightly and said:

"Your Highness, the Mei family indeed has collusion with the Falling Spirit Peak."

Then, she told Li Musheng everything she had learned from questioning Han Meiyan and the person in charge of the Falling Spirit Peak, word for word.

After listening to what Lady Murong Xiaoya said, Hu Rui'an and the others all had a change of expression, because the situation the other party described was actually much the same as what Mei Yan had reported.

Everyone looked at Lady Murong Xiaoya; her figure was petite and delicate, her whole body wrapped in a wide black robe, yet she possessed a unique, clear, and otherworldly temperament.

Although a terrifying aura still vaguely wreathed around the other party, at this moment, the feeling she gave everyone seemed to be the Lady Murong Xiaoya they were familiar with before.

"Miss Lady Murong has been thoughtful; the matter of the Shengzhou Tianjin Guard has basically been resolved."

Li Musheng waved his hand, his gaze then examining the Lady Murong Xiaoya before him.

"That is good then."

Lady Murong Xiaoya nodded slightly; however, her glance shifted, looking at a jade pendant beside Wu Xiang Lao Ren's corpse.

"Han Manor? Han Chuiyuan."

Lady Murong Xiaoya spoke softly.

In an instant, her gaze narrowed slightly, yet the blood flames in her eyes could no longer be suppressed, suddenly rising up uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)