Chapter 665: Call Me Dad

The Yuan Consort was coming to Qingming for a spring outing; this was a big deal. Zhao Tong arrived in Qingming first and found Wei Yuan to discuss the reception.

Wei Yuan didn't dare to get involved in such muddy water, so he hurriedly stuffed a box of immortal silver over and said, "Manager Zhao, look, my place is in chaos, with defeated soldiers and horse bandits everywhere. If the Yuan Consort comes, her safety will be a concern!"

Zhao Tong smiled, but didn't take the immortal silver, saying, "The King also said that the Yuan Consort's safety must be well protected. That's why I came early, to give you some preparation time to get everything ready."

Seeing that Zhao Tong didn't accept the immortal silver, Wei Yuan's heart sank. Not accepting money usually meant that the matter was big.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I do need time to prepare; I can only receive her after I'm ready."

Zhao Tong looked at him with a smile and asked, "How long?"

"Half a year!"

"Half a day!" Zhao Tong said.

"What?" Wei Yuan thought he had misheard.

Zhao Tong said, "The Yuan Consort's carriage is probably only a hundred miles away from Qingming now, and will enter Qingming in half a day at most. Once she enters Qingming, this safety must be handed over to you."

Wei Yuan's heart moved, and he suddenly smelled an unusual scent on Zhao Tong. He suddenly grabbed Zhao Tong's hand.

"Ouch! What are you doing, don't be rough..."

Zhao Tong wanted to struggle, but the current Wei Yuan was no longer the small cultivator he once was; his Dharma body was powerful and strong, and he didn't allow Zhao Tong to resist, pulling his hand up.

His hand had originally been hidden in his sleeve, but now it was exposed, and he saw that the flesh behind his wrist was torn, the flesh turning cyan and difficult to heal.

Wei Yuan looked serious and said, "Attacked on the way?"

Zhao Tong sighed, "It should be said... the breakout was successful."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Wei Yuan's figure flashed and he had already disappeared.

Zhao Tong was shocked, and when he looked for Wei Yuan again, the person was already gone.

He was stunned for a moment, laughed at himself, and said, "This old servant is no longer a match for the Regional Commander... sigh!"

He shook his head and sat down in the room. Just as he picked up the tea, he suddenly froze. He saw a cultivator sitting in front of him, not knowing when he had appeared. She looked exceptionally transparent and clean, without a trace of impurity from inside to outside.

Strangely, although this cultivator's cultivation was not high, Zhao Tong felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.

Zhao Tong steadied his mind and said, "How should I address this expert? It seems I haven't seen you before."

The cultivator said lightly, "I ask you, who were the people who besieged the Yuan Consort?"

Zhao Tong said, "They shouldn't be the King's men, but they were numerous, well-trained, acted like the wind, and left no traces. In the Great Jin, only the Lu family and the Xu family have such means."

The cultivator nodded, her figure slowly disappeared, and only a remnant shadow of an immortal sword remained on the seat, which then dissipated like bubbles.

Zhao Tong suddenly broke into a cold sweat and muttered to himself, "This place of the Regional Commander is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

Wei Yuan opened all eight jets, fast as a meteor, and arrived a hundred miles outside Qingming in the blink of an eye.

On the official road, a unit of the Imperial Guard was escorting several carriages, galloping at full speed. On both sides of the road were hundreds of knights, all masked, constantly shooting arrows, shooting the guards down from their horses one by one.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the captain of the Imperial Guard flew onto the roof of the carriage, mounted a flying sword gun, stimulated his Dao power, and with a "boom," shot two masked assassins through with a flying sword.

But several masked knights rose into the air, each throwing a rope. The captain of the Imperial Guard shouted, cutting off two ropes with the blade on his gun, but was bound by the remaining two, falling off the carriage, watching as he was about to be hacked into meat paste by the masked knights chasing from behind.

The carriage window opened, and a jade hand reached out from inside, beckoning gently, and the captain of the Imperial Guard flew back. However, a crow with blood-colored feathers suddenly appeared in the air, landed on her wrist, and pecked down fiercely, instantly pecking out a blood hole!

That hand trembled, but still cut the rope on the captain of the Imperial Guard, only then withdrawing and closing the carriage window.

A masked knight shouted, "We're not far from Qingming, attack with full force!"

The knights no longer skirmished and all rushed up, and the Imperial Guard suffered heavy casualties.

A long sigh sounded from inside the carriage: "Cousin, are you just going to watch me fall into their hands? I'm afraid they... won't be polite."

Beside a large tree, a green-clothed sword-carrying swordsman appeared on the treetop, his face handsome and cold.

The swordsman snorted and said coldly, "You still know you have a cousin? Hmph, looking at the face of this 'cousin,' I will help you one more time."

He let out a long whistle, slowly drew his sword, and chanted a poem: "The frost is cold in the scabbard, long un..."

Before half the poem was finished, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded in the air: "You bastards are looking for death!"

Subsequently, a door-sized giant sword tore through the sky and fell from the sky, just happening to be inserted on the road behind the carriage team!

The giant sword landed, and the earth suddenly seemed incomparably soft. A huge wave centered on the giant sword rippled out in all directions. Wherever the wave passed, all the masked knights were blown away along with their horses.

These knights all rose into the air at this moment

The huge impact force made the giant sword sway slightly, and then Wei Yuan's figure appeared, supporting the hilt of the giant sword, and he exhaled and shouted as he slammed it outward fiercely!

With a loud bang, dozens of masked knights were all sent flying backward, spitting blood wildly from their mouths.

At this moment, the carriage convoy was also overturned, and the Imperial Guards along with the knights chasing them were thrown everywhere; only one carriage landed steadily.

Wei Yuan was filled with murderous intent, lifted the giant sword, and was about to pursue. But the moment the giant sword left the ground by three inches, he calmly inserted it back, instead taking out a slightly thinner giant sword, and headed toward the leader of the masked knights with murderous intent.

That leader was surprisingly also a Dharma Form cultivator, holding a magic treasure spear, holding a golden bead in his left hand, protecting his whole body with a golden light, and said coldly, "Wei Yuan! I advise you not to meddle in this muddy water; this game is not something you can participate in!"

Wei Yuan didn't say a word, wielded the sword with both hands in a style of the beginning of a thousand autumns, and the masked leader was forced forward against his will, and then he saw the giant sword flying from beyond the heavens, already above his head!

His soul flew beyond the heavens, he raised his spear to block, and at the same time desperately urged the golden bead, the protective golden light shining like a sun.

But the giant sword came with the momentum of mountains and seas; under the terrifying pressure, the golden light melted like snow, and the moment the leader's spear touched the blade of the giant sword, it instantly bent, turning into a hook!

After one sword strike, Wei Yuan retracted the giant sword and said coldly, "You are the first Dharma Form cultivator to dare speak to me with such a big tone!"

The leader looked at Wei Yuan, his face pale, his whole body trembling, unable to say a word.

Suddenly, with a bang, his body exploded into a blood mist in mid-air. A sword shadow flashed in the blood mist; Wei Yuan seemed to have moved, and seemed not to have moved, but the leader's Dharma Form was already gone.

Wei Yuan stood the sword in front of him again, inserted it into the ground, and flicked his finger.

The sword hummed like a bell, and within a radius of a mile, all the Imperial Guards and masked knights were swaying like they were drunk, falling to the ground one after another. At their strongest, they were only at the Dao Foundation level; how could they withstand Wei Yuan's anger-filled strike of the End of Ten Thousand Generations?

Seeing that the surroundings were quiet, Wei Yuan's anger dissipated a little, and he came to the carriage.

Before he could knock, the carriage window opened, and behind the window was the face of Consort Yuan that could topple kingdoms, smiling as she said, "Why did you come only now? A little later, and I would have fallen into the hands of those people, and I don't know what they would have done to me..."

Being spoken to like that, Wei Yuan, who was once a leader of an evil sect, felt his Dharma body heat up, his blood boiling.

He hurriedly suppressed the thoughts he shouldn't have, while secretly cursing the dream-eating for harming people, and said, "You came suddenly, and didn't even say hello in advance. Eunuch Zhao spoke unclearly, but fortunately I discovered he was injured, so I could arrive in time. Why didn't you send a message? I could have sent troops to escort you along the way."

"If I had sent a message in advance, would you still be able to stay in Azure Void? You would have long since hidden somewhere."

Then Consort Yuan held up a child, only about a year old, but already born extremely beautiful, his eyes like stars, shining amazingly. As soon as this child saw Wei Yuan, he stared left and right, looking non-stop.

Consort Yuan pinched the child's little face and said, "Call him Daddy!"

Wei Yuan was shocked, "No, no, no! This is not a joke!"

Consort Yuan rolled her eyes at Wei Yuan, gently biting the child's snow-white little face with her red lips, while saying, "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Wei Yuan's heart sank, his face turning pale and green.

Consort Yuan suddenly smiled and said, "I am joking with you!"

Wei Yuan's heart finally landed, but with such ups and downs, even his small heart couldn't bear it.

Consort Yuan gnawed on the child's little face twice, seemingly feeling it wasn't enough, pouted at Wei Yuan, and said, "Long time no see, come give me a kiss."

Wei Yuan's blood rushed up again, and he hurriedly said, "There are many people watching here!"

Consort Yuan chuckled, "If you stick your head in, won't they be unable to see?"

Wei Yuan just smiled bitterly; isn't this covering one's ears to steal a bell? If he sticks his head into the carriage window, anyone would know nothing good is happening.

"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of, get in the carriage!"

With a click, the carriage door opened slightly.

In Wei Yuan's eyes, this carriage was a dragon's den and a tiger's lair; how could he dare to enter?

Moreover, Wei Yuan had just vaguely seen a swordsman, pulling a long face, as if the whole world owed him tens of thousands of taels of immortal silver.

This swordsman was quite strong, and Wei Yuan felt that he might not be able to kill him with one sword strike. He was also of unknown origin, and now he was nowhere to be found; with this person hidden in the dark, Wei Yuan couldn't feel at ease doing anything.

Consort Yuan stretched out a hand, each of her five fingers hung with a small golden bell, and with a light shake, amidst the jingling sound, Wei Yuan felt dizzy in his head, and the others all fainted, unconscious.

Then the carriage door opened, and a slender hand reached out, scooping Wei Yuan into the carriage.

A few breaths later, several Imperial Guard captains woke up slowly, and seeing the assassins and colleagues lying on the ground, they were all startled.

Consort Yuan's voice came from the carriage, "Don't worry about the others, set off immediately, and arrive at Azure Void as soon as possible."

The Imperial Guard captain was eager to do so, so he didn't care about the life or death of his colleagues, drove the carriage, and ran.

The carriage accelerated forward, swaying all the way, and finally entered Azure Void.

(End of chapter)