Chapter 781: The Earth Immortal's Request

"It's actually this object?"

Li Yan was somewhat surprised after hearing this, and also felt much more at ease.

Ye Fashan could be said to be very famous, a high-ranking expert of the Mystic Sect during the Tang Dynasty. He was summoned into the palace during the reigns of Emperor Gao Zong, Wu Zetian, and Emperor Zhongzong, and was the Minister of the Court of Diplomatic Reception and enfeoffed as the Duke of Yue during the reign of Emperor Ruizong.

It was rumored that the Dali Bronze Bell was cast by him, leaving behind many legends. In the entire Tai Xuan Orthodox Sect, it was one of the top-level artifacts.

Zhou Yin Yao continued: "This treasure can suppress and seal. When holding the dragon-casting ceremony, the momentum will be huge, and the demon Lei Yin will inevitably use magic to obstruct it. With this treasure, we can ensure the ceremony proceeds smoothly."

"The Jin Ling Mystic Sect Dharma lineages have already agreed and will fully cooperate and send reinforcements, but the Jianmu monsters have many experts, and perhaps an Earth Immortal will come to disturb us. This old man will be busy presiding over the ceremony and unable to attend to other things, so I will have to ask Li Li Shaoxia to take action to deter them."

Li Yan understood immediately upon hearing this.

He had said that with Zhou Yin Yao's status in the Mystic Sect, even if he was afraid of him causing trouble, he could completely avoid him and find someone else to pass the message, without needing to come in person.

What he truly sought was to borrow his power as a living Yin-offender to deter Earth Immortal experts.

The invitation from the Golden Swallow Gate was just to act as a go-between.

"Can do."

Li Yan nodded: "Fatty Lin and the others..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yin Yao interrupted: "This poor Daoist does not speak empty words. Forcing them to release people is fine, but human greed is hard to stop. If the Lin family doesn't find the murderer and clear their suspicion, after the Jin Ling matter is over, they will ultimately still be a hidden danger."

"The Daoist's words are reasonable."

Li Yan said, then stood up directly: "Saving people should not be delayed. I won't eat the meal. Thank you for your hospitality. When the dragon-casting ceremony takes place, I will naturally take action."

It was all mutual utilization, so there was no need to deal with this hypocrisy.

"Hmm."

Zhou Yin Yao's expression was calm. He looked behind him and nodded.

That Monster Hunter woman, Wang Lu, immediately raised her hand, "Li Li Shaoxia, please follow me."

Murong Yan also stood up quickly, sending the two out of Qiyan Tower. After returning, she breathed a sigh of relief, smiling and arching her hands: "Congratulations, Immortal Elder. The Twelve Yuan Chen's methods are not bad. With their help, the great matter can be accomplished, and the Immortal Elder will surely be blessed by ten thousand families after the event."

Zhou Yin Yao looked at the sky outside the window and sighed slightly:

"What this poor Daoist seeks is nothing more than to save my life..."

The night was like ink, and Jin Ling City was silent in the murderous atmosphere.

Li Yan followed Wang Lu, walking through streets and alleys by the sparse starlight.

Wang Lu's footsteps were swift and silent; clearly, she knew the roads of Jin Ling like the back of her hand. She took many turns, avoiding several squads of camp soldiers carrying lanterns on night patrol, and finally arrived near Wuding Gate in the south of the city.

As for Li Yan, he silently made a gesture.

Several people hiding in the darkness on the roofs of the buildings behind continued to follow.

Although the conditions had been reached, they still had to guard against it being a trap.

Soon, a strict mansion appeared in the night.

High walls and deep courtyards, the stone lions in front of the gate were ferocious, and the plaque of "Yingtian Prefecture" on the lintel shone with cold light under the dim lanterns.

Although it was not as magnificent as the Central Six Ministries on both sides of the Imperial Way in the Imperial City, as the highest local administrative hub of Jin Ling, its majesty was self-evident. The outline of the ceremonial gate could be vaguely seen inside the front courtyard gate, and the east and west sides should be the location of the Earth God Shrine and the prison.

Wang Lu did not walk through the main gate, but went around to the side gate on the west.

The yamen runners on duty here had clearly been instructed. After verifying a token engraved with a flying swallow pattern in Wang Lu's hand, they silently pulled open the heavy wooden door.

A cold chill mixed with the smell of mold, blood, and despair rushed toward them; it was exactly the area where the yamen prison was located.

Li Yan's brow furrowed slightly, and he followed Wang Lu and the jailer quickly inside.

Passing through a narrow, dim passage with thick wooden fences on both sides, they finally stopped in front of a cell in the deepest part.

Inside the cell, Fatty Lin, Kong Shangzhao, and a pale-faced young disciple of the Lin family were curled up on a pile of grass in the corner.

The light was dim, and one could see that after just a few days of imprisonment, Fatty Lin had become significantly haggard. His originally round cheeks had collapsed, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyes were dazed.

They were all wearing special shackles, and talisman needles were still piercing several acupuncture points on their bodies.

This was a common method used by the yamen, called the "Pulse-Cutting Method," specifically to deal with people of the Mystic Sect. Once they exerted force or used magic, the meridians all over their bodies would ache and twitch.

A trace of anger rose in Li Yan's eyes, and he whispered: "Fatty Lin!"

Hearing the voice, Fatty Lin raised his head abruptly, light bursting forth from his turbid eyes, his voice hoarse: "Yan... Brother Yan!?"

He struggled to stand up, but staggered due to weakness and the shackles.

Kuai Dayou and Kong Shangzhao, who were originally sleeping, also woke up full of surprise.

The jailer quickly opened the cell door and lowered his voice: "Quick, quick! Don't make a sound. According to instructions, you can only take these three people away. The others... have to wait for the Prefect's instructions."

Hearing this, Li Yan couldn't be bothered to waste words. He stepped forward a few steps into the cell and exerted a clever force, *pa pa pa*, pressing on the shackles of the three.

*Clatter clatter~*

The shackles cracked, and the talisman needles on their bodies were all ejected.

"You..."

The jailer was anxious when he saw this; these things were not cheap.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Lu waving her hand, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

This female Monster Hunter was not a fool either; she saw the fire in Li Yan's heart. It had been hard to reach an agreement, so there could be no more twists and turns over these trifles.

Fatty Lin staggered to his feet, his gaze sweeping over the other cells, looking at the desperate, numb, or envious eyes of the other Lin family disciples. His heart sank, but he knew it was not appropriate to cause extra trouble at this time, so he didn't say much.

"Go!" Li Yan ordered decisively.

The three were brought out of the cell, passed through the gloomy passage again, and when they left the west side gate of the yamen, they couldn't help but take deep breaths of fresh air.

Along the way, everyone was silent.

Whenever they encountered patrolling soldiers coming up to investigate, they were all sent away by Wang Lu.

After escorting them to a quiet alley near the Jinzhou Chamber of Commerce, Wang Lu arched her hands: "Li Li Shaoxia, I hope you keep your promise."

After saying this, she turned and entered the street alley, disappearing.

*Swish swish swish! *

Sha Lifei and the others also jumped down from the pitch-black roof.

Lu San whispered: "Ever since you entered the yamen, quite a few people have been following you."

"I know."

Li Yan's eyes were cold, and he turned to look at the dark street alley, "Let's talk when we get back."

Returning to the back courtyard room prepared for them by the Jinzhou Chamber of Commerce, Li Yan immediately asked the waiter to bring hot water and clean clothes, while Long Yan took out the wound medicine and spirit-clearing medicine powder she carried with her.

After some washing, smearing, and taking medicine, Fatty Lin and the three others finally regained some color, and their spirits stabilized slightly. ===== CHAPTER 782 =====