Chapter 212

Seeing that Gu Xiu was not threatened by their words at all, Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao looked fearful and looked at each other, seemingly discussing something.

Their small movements were all seen by Gu Xiu.

"I originally gave you a way to live, but you chose a dead end. You want to discuss using the Treasure-Falling Money to deal with me, right?"

Xiao Sheng's body trembled. He didn't know how Gu Xiu knew their thoughts, so he tried to pretend to be calm: "Brother Daoist, there are many fellow Daoists here on Mount Wuyi who have opened cave dwellings. They will definitely spread this matter. You are robbing by force; are you not afraid of being punished by Heaven?"

Gu Xiu shook his head. He even wanted to save the Jie Sect from the Heavenly Dao and protect the three Xiao sisters; talking to him about Heavenly punishment was simply ridiculous.

A powerful pressure erupted from his body, making Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao almost unable to breathe.

"Treasures belong to those who are capable. Today, I am determined to have this Treasure-Falling Money! By the way, I'll send you on your way. Die!"

Just because the two might frame Zhao Gongming in the future, even without the system mission, Gu Xiu could not let them go.

Even if he didn't kill them, he would cripple them. Now that there was a system mission, there was no reason to keep them; he could only start killing again.

A nail appeared in his hand and shot out towards Xiao Sheng, like a meteor streaking across the void.

Seeing this, Xiao Sheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Thinking that this must be a magic treasure of unparalleled power, he dared not be the slightest bit negligent and immediately sacrificed his own trump card, the Treasure-Falling Money, attempting to knock it down in one fell swoop.

However, the moment the Treasure-Falling Money touched the nail, Xiao Sheng's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He discovered with horror that this nail was not affected by the Treasure-Falling Money at all. Before he could react, the flying nail pierced Xiao Sheng's brow with lightning speed.

"Puff!"

With a muffled sound, the nail pierced in from Xiao Sheng's brow. The powerful impact carried his body flying backward. The nail brought blood out from the back of his head, bringing out a mist of blood.

Xiao Sheng fell to the ground, his eyes full of disbelief. His vitality dissipated rapidly, and he soon became a cold corpse. He never expected that he would die under an ordinary nail because of a misjudgment.

Seeing Xiao Sheng killed by Gu Xiu so easily.

Cao Bao was now so frightened that he sat paralyzed on the ground, losing his soul: "The Treasure-Falling Money can knock down all treasures below innate supreme treasures. Why didn't it work?"

Gu Xiu said indifferently: "Because that was just an ordinary nail."

"What!" Cao Bao was shocked. The Treasure-Falling Money can knock down treasures, but it cannot knock down weapons. Who would have thought that a disciple of a Saint would not be holding a magic treasure, but an ordinary nail.

Following that, Cao Bao's voice carried a sobbing tone: "Brother Daoist, Xiao Sheng has already been killed by you. You can take the Treasure-Falling Money. Can you spare me?"

Gu Xiu looked down at the other party, his expression indifferent.

"Too late!"

Hearing this, Cao Bao immediately glared with anger: "Since you won't give me a way to live, then even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

Cao Bao brandished the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Gu Xiu.

Gu Xiu's expression was calm, his eyes unruffled: "A mayfly shaking a tree, overestimating its own strength!"

While speaking, golden light flowed in his eyes, and then two divine lights sprayed out from his eyes. That light contained endless power and majesty, as if it could penetrate all illusions in the world.

It penetrated Cao Bao's body. Immediately after, in disbelief, Cao Bao's body began to disintegrate, turning into countless fragments and dissipating in the wind, without even leaving a trace.

"Ding!"

"Mission completed. Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the Phantom Color Treasure Chariot!"

Having received the reward, Gu Xiu was very satisfied with the Phantom Color Treasure Chariot.

"Finally, I have my own treasure chariot."

Then, he took away the Treasure-Falling Money beside Xiao Sheng's corpse and left Mount Wuyi.

This trip could be considered a full harvest.

At this time.

Zhaoge.

Wen Zhong had already returned to the outskirts of Zhaoge City as scheduled.

With banners blocking the sun and military horns blaring, Wen Zhong led the victorious army and marched towards Zhaoge City in a grand manner.

Riding on the Ink Qilin, Wen Zhong looked majestic, his armor shining brightly under the sunlight, looking imposing.

The soldiers behind him were all high-spirited, with flags fluttering and rustling to the rhythm of the horse's hooves.

At the city gate, the common people had long been looking forward to it.

Drums and music played together, flowers flew all over the sky, and the people cheered and jumped for joy.

Ever since he heard what Gu Xiu told him, and then being plotted against by the Chan Sect on the way back, Wen Zhong had been very anxious on the way back.

Seeing the situation in Zhaoge, it looked normal, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The situation didn't seem too bad yet.

Arriving at the Noon Gate, the ministers and officials welcomed them, their faces filled with joy.

"Congratulations to the Grand Preceptor for his triumphant return!"

"The Grand Preceptor has worked hard. It is truly the blessing of the Cheng Tang that our Cheng Tang has the Grand Preceptor!"

Seeing that Bi Gan and Huang Feihu were both there, Wen Zhong dismounted and walked up.

"My lords, Zhong has fortunately not failed his mission and has returned triumphantly. But the expedition to the North Sea lasted for more than three years. I wonder if the situation in Zhaoge is well?"

Bi Gan hurriedly greeted him and bowed, saying: "The Grand Preceptor has worked hard in suppressing the rebellion. Although many things have happened in Zhaoge in these three years, Zhaoge is generally stable."

Huang Feihu also walked up: "In these three years, Grand Preceptor, although there have been treacherous people occasionally making small moves, fortunately, we have tried our best to maintain the court, so there is no major trouble."

"That's good." Hearing the words of Bi Gan and Huang Feihu, the heart that Wen Zhong had been hanging finally settled down. Although there were twists and turns, it had not yet damaged the foundation of the Yin Shang.

Huang Feihu let out a sigh: "The Grand Preceptor may not know that during the years you went to the North Sea to suppress the rebellion, princes from all over the country raised troops to rebel."

Wen Zhong's expression tightened slightly. He had always kept Gu Xiu's warning in mind, wondering if this was related to the Great Calamity of the world.

"How is the King?"

Both Bi Gan and Huang Feihu shook their heads.

"The King now has no heart for state affairs. Rumors outside say that Beauty Su is a demon, and it is she who bewitched the King, leading to the King being like this. Grand Preceptor Du dared to remonstrate, asking the King to execute Beauty Su, but the King killed Grand Preceptor Du, and the old Prime Minister Shang Rong resigned."

Wen Zhong's expression was solemn: "My lords, rest assured. Zhong will naturally supervise the King and help the King stabilize the court and the situation."

As soon as these words came out, the officials were overjoyed.

Di Xin was not afraid of them, but Wen Zhong was a veteran of three generations, a trusted minister entrusted with the orphan, holding the King-Beating Whip, beating the foolish king above and the treacherous officials below. Di Xin would have some scruples.

Wen Zhong asked: "Where is the King now?"

"Grand Preceptor, the King should be at the Holy Mother Temple now, repenting to the Holy Mother."

Wen Zhong also knew from the letters he received about Di Xin offering incense and writing poems at the Nuwa Temple, which angered Nuwa.

He immediately went to the Nuwa Temple to see Di Xin.

He saw that beside Di Xin, Su Daji was smiling brightly.

Wen Zhong looked up, and Su Daji was indeed as the rumors said, beautiful and charming.

Every smile and every frown radiated endless charm, as if it could hook a person's soul away.

Her beauty was too bewitching and too seductive; it didn't look like the appearance a mortal woman should have at all.

Moving his gaze away, Wen Zhong cupped his hands and saluted: "Your Majesty, your old minister Wen Zhong has returned to report."

Di Xin nodded: "The Grand Preceptor has been on an expedition to the North Sea and has worked hard. Now that you have returned triumphantly, I am very comforted."

"Your Majesty, I was able to return so quickly thanks to the help of my fellow sect junior brother."

"Fellow sect? It seems that someone claiming to be the Grand Preceptor's fellow sect came to Zhaoge before. I wonder if the Grand Preceptor knows him."

After the description by Di Xin and Daji, Wen Zhong was very sure that the person was Gu Xiu.

"Your Majesty, the person who came to Zhaoge before is indeed my fellow sect junior brother."

Di Xin nodded: "In that case, that Daoist really didn't lie to me."

"Your Majesty, are you asking for the Holy Mother's forgiveness?"

Di Xin sighed: "I didn't know what possessed me at the time to write that poem. This matter started because of me. I don't ask for the Holy Mother's forgiveness; I just want peace of mind. If I don't come here for a day, it always makes me restless, and I always have nightmares seeing the Cheng Tang destroyed because of me."