Chapter 292

It seemed that taking down the few strongholds of Youtan and Tianxing Pavilion a few days ago didn't hurt them enough!

Meanwhile, more intelligent people were thinking: since Western Qiang and Eastern Yi had already entered the fray for the potatoes, where were Southern Yue, Nanzhao, and Northern Li hiding at this moment?

And what sort of petty tricks would the mysterious Panshan and certain factions within the Great Yan pull?

After Yue Fuguang—one person and one system—"shared" the information they grasped, she simply waved her sleeves, leaving without taking a single worry with her.

Leaving behind only the emperor, whose face was as dark as still water, and his "loyal" officials who didn't dare speak a word.

In truth, the officials all had their hands raised like Erkang (reaching out desperately) toward Yue Fuguang's fading figure, with only one thought in mind: Please take us with you!

They didn't want to face the furious emperor alone!

According to later records in the Veritable Records of Great Yan, on the thirtieth day of the fourth month in the fifth year of Yuankang, the Emperor was enraged; the officials bowed their heads and dared not speak.

That night, shocking thunder fell from the sky, and riots broke out in multiple places across the capital. In this battle, several leaders of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, one of the three great assassin organizations of the martial world, were executed.

History called it the Bloody Late Spring!

At this time, Yue Fuguang was just woken up by the system: [Host, wake up quickly, the mice are out of their holes!]

Having only just met the Sandman for a short while, Yue Fuguang groggily opened her eyes, only to see a large screen with stereo sound and a VVIP-level high-definition live broadcast.

The long-lost cinematic big-screen live video instantly woke up Yue Fuguang, who hadn't watched a live stream in over three years.

Yue Fuguang glanced out the window and said, "System, it's time to give this backward era a little bit of a shock!"

Receiving the command, the system immediately lifted the restrictions. In an instant, a massive live broadcast screen appeared in the sky above Mingyue Pavilion.

In the footage, a man with his head and face covered, his specific appearance indistinguishable, quietly leaped out from the back wall of a temple.

By the time the man reached halfway up the mountain, over a dozen similarly masked people in black clothes had gathered behind him.

At this moment, some of the people hiding in various corners near the Yu Manor, who had been concealing themselves perfectly, were suddenly attracted by something in the sky.

They all craned their necks to look, their eyes and mouths wide open in extreme astonishment!

They let out suppressed, unintelligible gasping sounds.

It was fine for the companions beside them who could see the anomaly in the sky, but those who couldn't, seeing their comrades suddenly looking dumbfounded and then making expressions as if possessed, couldn't help but feel worried and afraid.

This expression clearly meant they had seen something terrifying and were frightened!

But no matter how wide they opened their eyes, they couldn't find anything amiss in the direction of the Yu Manor.

Could it be... could it be there was some evil spirit in the sky that they couldn't see!

While feeling afraid, they couldn't help but worry about what to do with their comrades who had suddenly been scared silly. After all, it didn't matter if they lived or died, but they absolutely couldn't delay the upcoming mission!

The comrades: Having you around is truly my blessing!

Just ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‍as some people were hesitating about whether to report to their superiors, these people suddenly returned to normal!

However, their occasional cautious glances up at the sky indicated that they were fine, but not completely fine.

How could those who couldn't see know just how huge of a psychological impact the sudden live broadcast in the sky had on them?

It was no exaggeration to say that their worldviews had been completely reshaped. If the environment hadn't forbidden it, they would have immediately burned incense, bowed, and knelt for a long time.

Especially the guards left behind at Mingyue Pavilion; after the initial shock, they simply marveled at the extraordinary and mighty power of their Lord.

They became even more aware that the golden thigh they were clinging to seemed much thicker than they had imagined.

With hearts full of infinite awe, everyone focused intently on the scenes and moving people in the broadcast from afar.

They still couldn't help but sigh in admiration, as it felt like it was truly happening right before their eyes.

Shen Chunying whispered to Liu Wei, "Weiwei, look, is that the Giant Buddha Temple?"

"Sister Chunying, it is the Giant Buddha Temple. I even went there with my mother to offer incense last year."

Xu Xiaoman said in a low voice, "Sister Chunying, is that person the old geezer Feng Yang?"

Her eyes flashed with hatred. Her good friend's father, an upright man of the martial world, had died at the hands of the assassins of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

Now, these people wanted to harm the Lord they had sworn to follow to the death. The newly sixteen-year-old Xu Xiaoman's hatred for Feng Yang's group was maxed out at this moment.

She wished she could go out right now and kill him with her own hands.

Shen Chunying nodded affirmatively, saying with a serious face, "It's him! Tonight, even if we have to risk our lives, we must eliminate this hidden danger for the Lord!"

Dai Yuxing, who had appeared behind them at some unknown time, interjected, "With me and Zhang Fang here, it's not your turn to risk your lives."

Dai Yuxing raised the sword in his hand and said, "It will properly greet those little thieves. You just need to protect the Lord so she isn't disturbed by these random cats and dogs outside."

He originally wanted to say not to disturb the Lord's sweet dreams, but the screen overhead made it impossible for him to say that the Lord was still sleeping.

This showed that Dai Yuxing was an honest person who hadn't yet developed superb acting skills, which was also one of the reasons he didn't dare to easily approach Yue Fuguang.

At this time, Feng Yang in the broadcast had already led his people to the foot of the mountain, where over ten more people emerged from the shadows.

The two sides simply made silent hand gestures upon meeting and merged into one group.

"Little Zhu, didn't they say the imperial court had already wiped out the people of the Wind and Rain Pavilion in the capital?

Where did these thirty-plus people come from? If they slipped through the net, isn't the mesh of this net a bit too large?"

Hearing the Junior Preceptor's complaint about the large mesh of the net, Wei Ping and Cai Xian, who were leading this matter, both looked embarrassed.

Shen Kang, who was responsible for the arrests, wasn't faring much better. Blushing slightly, he turned to look at his subordinates behind him and lowered his voice, "Later, keep your eyes peeled. Do not let a single person slip away, or you will be dealt with under military law!"

After a moment's thought, he added, "For every person captured, I will personally reward an additional one hundred taels!"

"Yes, sir!"

"General, just watch us!"

Hearing the heavy reward, the eyes of Shen Kang's subordinates gleamed with the light of money.

Everyone rubbed their fists and wiped their palms, ready for a fight at any moment.

[Master, Feng Yang brought fifteen people this time, and there are eighteen more left in the villages and towns near the capital. These eighteen are Feng Yang's own people.

Luo Feng, as the Young Pavilion Master, is unaware of this.]

"Feng Yang doesn't even trust his own son-in-law and heir?" As expected of an old veteran of the martial world, he had many schemes and always kept a card up his sleeve.

[Ultimately, Luo Feng is also a person of Great Yan, so Feng Yang naturally holds reservations about him. Originally, these people were the safeguard he left for his daughter and grandson.]

The crowd watched as Feng Yang led the thirty-something people along the way, unexpectedly meeting up with two more groups of people en route.

Although these two groups were also dressed in black and masked, observant people would notice that their clothing styles were different from Feng Yang's group. While all were in black, the styles of their night-walking suits were incredibly varied and not unified at all.

Yue Fuguang even spotted two people among them wearing dark blue night-walking suits.

Don't ask how she could see clearly in the dark night. If you must ask, it was because she had passively absorbed quite a bit of incense recently, and she had already transcended the realm of ordinary people with low-level tastes.

"Little Zhu, are these two groups also Feng Yang's people?"