Chapter 356: Leader of the Yin Ghost Sect? The Yin Ghost True Person?

Inside Wangdu, the winds and clouds shift unpredictably.

All the major families and powers lie low; at such a time, it's best to stay hidden, and no one dares to show themselves.

The Seventh Prince died; inside Wangdu, people were panicked; Qihuang killed many, purged the palace interior, yet failed to eliminate the true culprit—this affair reeks of strangeness everywhere.

The Sima Family.

The gate was tightly shut; Sima Da stared at the black-clad person before him, his expression grim.

The black-clad person sat down slowly, discarded the disguise, as if at home.

"Lord Sima, why be on guard against me?"

"Hmph, National Preceptor, visiting late at night—what business brings you?"

The two eyed each other warily, staring back and forth; coming at midnight, it certainly didn't look like a social visit.

The black-clad person is the National Preceptor of the Great Qi Dynasty; usually he keeps to himself, rarely goes out; this time he actually came out, and personally came to my residence—an unprecedented first—and Sima Da has been very wary of this National Preceptor before him, never letting his guard down, ready to strike at any moment.

Both are officials of the dynasty, yet meeting in private is itself a taboo.

"Lord Sima, no need to worry; this National Preceptor has come this time to discuss major matters with you, not to seek vengeance."

Sima Da's face turned grim as he stared at the National Preceptor before him and refused outright: "As an official, I recall no major matter to discuss with the National Preceptor; please return."

The order to expel guests has been issued—what will you do?

The National Preceptor didn't leave; instead, he poured himself a cup of tea, completely treating the place as his own home.

After drinking a cup of tea, the National Preceptor said slowly: "Lord Sima, the Seventh Prince's death is related to you, isn't it?"

"Even if Lord Sima hides well and stays aloof, using the Eldest Prince as a blade, this humble priest has seen it."

"Lord Sima, your methods are superb—borrowing a blade to kill, or letting the Eldest Prince act willingly; everyone has been deceived by you. If this humble priest hadn't seen it and helped you tidy up the loose ends, Lord Sima, you would have been exposed."

Sima Da's expression changed drastically; his hands formed seals, ready to kill the National Preceptor before him at any moment.

The National Preceptor showed no urgency, glanced at him, and said lightly: "Lord Sima, you are no match for this humble priest; why bother to act?"

"This National Preceptor didn't come this time to fight you, Lord Sima. The dynasty is in turmoil; the Qi Family has controlled it for years—it's time for a change. I wonder what you think, Lord Sima?"

Sima Da let out a cold snort: "I, Sima Da, am a loyal subject of the Great Qi Dynasty; my loyalty can be attested by sun and moon. National Preceptor, please don't joke like that."

"Hehehe." The National Preceptor gave a cold chuckle: "Lord Sima, you hide yourself well, but your ambition—this National Preceptor has seen it; you are unwilling to remain a mere subject, nor to be a dog forever."

"Qihuang has long suppressed your Sima Family, unwilling to let you wield any power; yet you are clever, having found the Eldest Prince and made your move through him."

"Qimingtian, that fool, naively thinks he's a wise ruler, unaware that all his actions have been calculated by you."

"Lord Sima, you've acted very covertly and kept a low profile—what a pity."

The National Preceptor rose, walked up to Sima Da, lowered his head, and locked eyes with him.

Sima Da stared coldly, killing intent condensing.

The National Preceptor didn't care in the least, smiling: "Lord Sima, can we now discuss things properly?"

Sima Da gave a cold snort and flicked his sleeve.

"Come with this official."

The National Preceptor laughed.

This person—indeed, just as he had thought.

He was not mistaken.

Night, shrouding the veil.

Night, likewise shrouding Longshe Shan.

On Longshe Shan, Chen Chuyang sat in a chair; the fruit trees beside the courtyard swayed, gentle breezes brushing; behind him, the little maid Hongxue rubbed his shoulders with just the right pressure, her massage technique improving by the day.

"Brother Chuyang, is this pressure okay?"

"Apply a bit more force."

"How about now?"

"Just right."

Hongxue constantly adjusted her pressure, striving to make Chuyang as comfortable as possible.

Looking closely, the night could not conceal the ruddy glow on Hongxue's face—a faint flush, the red of abundant blood-Qi.

It also held a touch of bashfulness and contentment; the entire courtyard held only the two of them, no one else could approach or near, the Formation-enclosed courtyard was their private space, established precisely to keep others from seeing them.

"Brother Chuyang, you keep looking outward—has someone come?"

Hongxue knew her husband all too well; she noticed every move he made, and even a slight change let her guess roughly what was happening.

"How could you tell?"

"Hehehe, it's a secret—I can't tell you."

The little maid, she knows how to read people's minds.

Chen Chuyang gave her a pat on the butt—she's put on meat, much more than before; these days she's grown plump from eating.

It's no wonder Chen Chuyang dotes on her—he feeds her every delicacy; basically everything available on the mountain she has eaten, and if she wants something, Chen Chuyang gives it to her and makes it for her.

"A special guest has arrived."

"What kind of guest?"

Chen Chuyang shook his head, unconcerned.

He had no intention of going out to meet them, nor of leaving the house.

He glanced down the mountain; outside the Formation, there was now an extra person.

A rather special person.

A person stood at the mountain's base, and Chen Chuyang could feel that ghostly Qi.

Ghostly Qi pierced the Formation, rushing straight toward Chen Chuyang—unconcealable ghostly Qi, unconcealable yin-cold.

Hongxue and the others felt nothing; they merely felt a bit chilly, guessing it was due to the night.

"Chuyang brother, aren't you going to take a look?"

"Not going, good thing the formation has been upgraded; we need to find someone to test it."

"Eh?"

Shang Hongxue understood this sentence; Chuyang brother is going to scheme someone again.

This time, I don't know who is going to be schemed.

She also wanted to know, wanted to see just what price the person being schemed would have to pay to meet them.

The formation moved; someone entered the formation.

Shang Hongxue looked down the mountain; at the lower half of the mist-shrouded mountain base, the formation activated, countless formations activated, the commotion was not small.

A silhouette was blocked by the mist, but one could see that person's movements.

Attempting to rush out of the mist, straight toward them, but each time he took off, he would be pressed back down.

After several times, that person became smarter, obediently seeking a way to break the formation.

But this search took an entire night.

Shang Hongxue and the two just watched until dawn, with no movement at all; Shang Hongxue couldn't help but complain: "Chuyang brother, the person coming might be a bit weak; they couldn't even break through a single layer of formation all night, they're really terrible."

Chen Chuyang smiled and said nothing.

These formations, after he revised them again, had their power increased several dozen times; the Flowing Water Mist Formation rose from third-rank to fourth-rank, the Illusion Formation and Killing Formation also improved; Chen Chuyang's formation knowledge increased, and the first thing was to upgrade the formations of Longshe Shan.

This is the barrier of Longshe Shan; the stronger the formation, the more it can guarantee Longshe Shan's safety.

The main base—how could it not be safe?