Chapter 337

"Leader, that person has already left, and the people from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion are already following behind him."

After waiting for a moment, a subordinate came to Yuan Zuozong's ear and said.

Yuan Zuozong opened his eyes from the darkness.

"Keep an eye on him."

"Make sure not to startle the snake and alert the Nongjia behind him."

Yuan Zuozong said indifferently.

The Young Master's goal was not to deal with the Nongjia, but to bring the Nongjia under his own control.

In that case, he must not let the Nongjia develop feelings of resentment toward them.

Afterward, he stood up and walked out of the dungeon.

The entire dungeon returned to calm once again; in the darkness, only a few faint sounds of breathing could be clearly heard.

Donghuang Taiyi leaned against the wall, eyes closed.

Although his strength had been crippled, his senses were still present.

The outside had returned to calm.

But he had not smelled a trace of blood.

Clearly, that Nongjia youth had not suffered any torture.

It was truly a bit strange.

Among these people who had been captured, Donghuang Taiyi had also looked carefully; there were simply no people from his Yin-Yang School.

And Donghuang Taiyi also realized that he had been deceived by the Ghost.

However, he absolutely could not admit this.

This group of people was scattered across different factions.

Although there were no people from their Yin-Yang School among them, these factions also served as a very good cover for their Yin-Yang School.

"What exactly does the Ghost want to do?"

Donghuang Taiyi slowly opened his eyes; even in the darkness, a dim, gloomy light still flashed through his eyes.

Although he could not quite guess what the Ghost wanted to do, he could feel one thing.

The Ghost was clearly concerned about the Nongjia.

Could it be that the Ghost thought the Nongjia had also participated in the events of five years ago?

If that were the case, the Nongjia might be able to become a chess piece in his hands.

The fact that he was not dead yet meant that the information in his mouth was still useful to the Ghost.

To be able to disrupt the situation of the entire world before dying and preserve the Yin-Yang School,

he could consider himself to have no regrets in death.

……

Xiaomeng, in the dungeon next to Donghuang Taiyi, naturally also heard the movement outside.

She also sensed the smell in the air; there was no blood scent at all.

And in the dungeon where the youth had been held, there was likewise no movement.

"Left?"

Xiaomeng murmured softly.

At the same time, a glimmer of hope flashed through her eyes.

She was wondering when she would be able to get out of this dark, sunless dungeon.

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In the Imperial Palace of Xianyang City.

Ever since returning from the Moon Goddess's palace last time, Star Soul had been making preparations.

According to the clues provided by the Moon Goddess, his targets now were two people: one was the Nongjia's Tian Yan, and the other was the Confucianism's Zhang Liang.

These two were highly skilled in swordsmanship and were not old, fitting the person in the Moon Goddess's dream very well.

Star Soul felt that he could not easily let either of these two go.

But the whereabouts of the Nongjia were hidden too deeply; even he still had no clue at the moment.

So Star Soul could only temporarily set his sights on Zhang Liang.

And he was clear about Zhang Liang's whereabouts.

When everything was ready, watching the sky outside slowly darken,

Star Soul changed into a wide black cloak, covered his face, and then quickly swept out of the Imperial Palace.

As Fu Nian's junior brother, Zhang Liang had always lived in Fu Nian's residence.

And long before coming over,

Star Soul had already scouted out Zhang Liang's location.

His speed was extremely fast, like a ghost in the night.

Sweeping through the shadows of the trees, he left behind only a dark shadow.

The streets of Xianyang City in the dead of night were empty, deserted, and dark.

Everyone had already sunk into sleep.

Apart from the occasional sound of patrols walking by, there were only some rustling noises.

Star Soul soon found the location he was heading to.

In Zhang Liang's small courtyard.

At this moment, Zhang Liang was packing the luggage he needed to take for his departure tomorrow;

he had no sleepiness at all right now.

Calling it luggage, it was actually just two or three pieces of clothing and a few books.

After packing these things, Zhang Liang's gaze slowly shifted to the Lingxu Sword on the wall.

Taking his own sword down from the wall, Zhang Liang carefully wiped the Lingxu Sword in his hand.

This trip to the Northwest could be considered dangerous.

After all, those people behind the scenes would not let him go to the Northwest just like that to find out the truth of the matter.

But Zhang Liang did not regret any of this.

If he did not do these things, the status of Confucianism in Xianyang City would soon be shaken.

And this shaking would likely also affect him.

If it affected the status of Confucianism, or affected the power of Confucianism to support Fusu in sitting on that position,

I fear their Confucianism would face an even greater disaster.

Zhang Liang had not forgotten what task that person in black had given them.

Support Fusu to sit on that position.

If they, Confucianism, were to suffer a major blow in this incident, how would they have the strength to ensure they could support Fusu to sit on that position?

Zhang Liang did not dare to imagine what kind of situation they would face if this mission failed.

He did not want to die at all.

His previously open-minded state of mind had already undergone a sudden transformation under the torture of the toxins.

Just as Zhang Liang was lost in thought, he immediately sensed an unusual aura.

Under Zhang Liang's control, the teacup on the table suddenly flew out of the window, smashing toward a certain position.

But after waiting for a long time, he still did not hear the sound of the teacup shattering.

Zhang Liang looked up, and immediately a sword light slashed in directly from outside the window.

This sword light carried an extremely intense killing intent; everything blocking its path was destroyed.

Zhang Liang drew his Lingxu Sword without hesitation and then raised the sword to block this sword light.

He had only been a bit suspicious before, but now he was certain that some people had entered his courtyard.

"I wonder who you are, why be so cowardly, why not come out and meet me openly?"

Zhang Liang opened the door and then slowly walked out into the courtyard.

While walking, he scouted his surroundings with his attention, speaking loudly at the same time.

Given the strength of that sword light just now, the person hidden in the shadows was clearly not weak.

His courtyard had originally always had people protecting it in secret, but ever since his injuries had healed, Zhang Liang had let those people leave.