Chapter 774: Heavenly Blade of the Sacred Hand, A Bump on the Head

Wei Taicang, the Governor-General of the seven provinces of Nanzhou, has served as Governor-General in the south for thirty years, controlling seven provinces with both military and civil power in his hands; the common people all call Wei Taicang the "Prince of Southern Pacification," and his influence in Nanzhou can be described as deeply rooted.

The Governor-General's mansion faces Longhu Lake, with rows of tall buildings and vermilion-painted walls covering an area of five hundred mu; at every corner of the walls, soldiers stand like nails, rotating shifts day and night, and there are squads of troops in iron armor and helmets patrolling, as tight as an iron bucket, so strict that not even a fly could fly in.

At this moment, Wei Taicang is sitting on a sandalwood chair inlaid with gold in his study, wearing a brocade robe. Although he is no longer young and his beard is silver-white, his skin is as smooth as an infant's. Especially those large hands resting on the armrests have not the slightest wrinkle, making it impossible for anyone to tell the age of their owner.

On the table in front of Wei Taicang lies a painting.

This is the "Autumn Mountain Rain Painting" by the Painting Saint Qian Daozi, sent by one of his trusted officials.

Many people know that although Wei Taicang was born a military officer, he is obsessed with the art of painting, but unfortunately, his own attainments are not high.

"Governor Wei, the two major evil sects, the Vacuum Dao and the Wusheng Dao, are pervasive in these seven southern provinces, bewitching the common people, and there is also the Daluo Sect, an evil force that abducts women and commits all kinds of atrocities; yet you, the Governor-General, are so leisurely and carefree—do you still have the face to collect your salary?" Just then, a clear and resonant voice rang out abruptly in the empty room, without the slightest warning.

"Who!?"

Wei Taicang's expression changed instantly.

He originally had a nickname, "Heavenly Blade of the Sacred Hand," and was once the captain of the Universe Dragon Guards, the secret guards under the late Emperor, having long since achieved the realm of Martial Saint. Yet the intruder had appeared and infiltrated the study without a sound, and before speaking, had not revealed the slightest trace. Does this not mean that if the intruder wanted to assassinate him, he, Wei Taicang, would have already walked through the gates of the Ghost Gate, his life and death no longer in his own hands?

At the same time, Wei Taicang's Qi soared into the air, and a faint, massive True Martial Faxiang appeared behind him, its robes fluttering, looking incredibly real.

"Governor Wei need not be so vigilant; you and I are both high-ranking officials of the Imperial Court, and this Marquis will not do you any harm."

As the words fell, a figure appeared in the study with a calm and composed manner, as if strolling in his own home.

"You are the Champion Marquis." Wei Taicang stared fixedly at Yu Liancheng, spitting out the words one by one; as the Governor-General of the seven southern provinces, he had naturally seen the portrait of the Champion Marquis.

"Correct, it is indeed this Marquis." Yu Liancheng smiled indifferently.

"I do not know why the Champion Marquis has come." Wei Taicang did not relax in the slightest, and the True Martial Faxiang became even more solid.

"The seven southern provinces are a prosperous and wealthy land, but not only are the two major evil sects, the Vacuum Dao and the Wusheng Dao, entrenched here with millions of believers, there is also the Daluo Sect, which sucks marrow and breaks bones to sell women; you, this Governor-General, are not doing your job very well." Yu Liancheng poured himself a cup of tea, blew away the steam, and took a shallow sip, looking calm and relaxed.

Wei Taicang snorted coldly: "Champion Marquis, you govern the twenty-five provinces of the east; the southern territory, I fear, has nothing to do with you."

The Daluo Sect, the Vacuum Dao, and the Wusheng Dao all have many experts.

More importantly, behind the Daluo Sect is the Wuwen Marquis Hong Xuanji, while behind the two major evil sects, the Vacuum Dao and the Wusheng Dao, is the current Crown Prince.

Laughable, he cannot afford to offend any of them.

"Although I govern the east, I am also a subject of Great Gan and a Marquis of the current dynasty, so naturally, I must share the worries of His Majesty. Of course, I also know that you have your own difficulties, so I will not make things difficult for you." Yu Liancheng chuckled and pointed to the Haotian Golden Chapter and the Moon Goddess who had also appeared in the room: "Come, let me introduce two people to you."

"This is the Haotian Golden Chapter; his martial power is extraordinary and holy. If you appoint him as a general, he can sweep away everything; the Daluo Sect, the Vacuum Dao, and the Wusheng Dao are all like earthen dogs and clay chickens, not worth mentioning."

"This is the Moon Goddess, a deity of faith. The population of the seven southern provinces is counted in the hundreds of millions, and the most prominent among them believe in the Daluo Tianzun of the Daluo Sect, while another portion believes in the Vacuum and Wusheng Daos. If these three sects are cleared out, the faith will naturally be left vacant. At that time, you can establish the deity of the Moon Goddess to stabilize the hearts of the people."

"How about it? Did I not consider things very thoroughly for you? Everything is complete."

Wei Taicang looked at the Haotian Golden Chapter with slight trepidation; for some reason, when this figure, as burly as a God or Demon, appeared, he felt a sense of heart-palpitating fear.

Immediately, he sneered; so this Champion Marquis was eyeing the Faith Power of the south. After all, the south has the largest population and is the easiest place to gather faith.

He flicked his sleeves: "This matter, this Governor-General will consider it himself. The Champion Marquis has come from afar as a guest, but now this Governor-General still has important matters to attend to, so I will not see you out."

Having said that, he shouted loudly: "Someone, see the Champion Marquis out."

However, the guards, maids, and servants outside remained motionless, having heard nothing at all.

The fact was indeed that all sound was restricted within the small room and had not spread out at all.

"Oh, so the Governor-General is so unwilling; it seems you are in league with the Daluo, the Vacuum, and the Wusheng."

Yu Liancheng's expression turned cold, and the entire study was instantly stained with a murderous aura: "Since that is the case, then do not blame this Marquis for eliminating evil for the people."

"Presumptuous! Champion Marquis, this is not your territory!" Wei Taicang roared, emitting a thunderous sound. The sound waves rolled like tides; logically speaking, the roar of a Martial Saint contains Pure Yang essence and can break all evil laws of the heavens. But the sound continued to echo in the room, unable to reach the outside at all.

This time, Wei Taicang's expression finally changed.

"Champion Marquis, you dare to attack an official of the Imperial Court; this is a crime of great disrespect, you deserve to die!!"

Watching Yu Liancheng stand up and walk toward him step by step, a long blade appeared in Wei Taicang's hand, carrying an aura that could destroy everything.

"Whether I deserve to die is another matter. Governor Wei, if you agree to my request now, then everything is still negotiable; otherwise..."

"Heaven and Earth Furnace!!"

Wei Taicang did not answer, but he gave his own reply.

The Martial Saint's aura erupted, and the blade in his hand slashed out.

The blade was pregnant with a violent, deep power, as if using the heaven and earth as a copper furnace, intending to refine all things. This was precisely the strongest move, "Heaven and Earth Furnace," from the "Thunder Prison Blade Scripture" created by the Blade Saint Gongyang Yu in the past.

It was overwhelmingly tyrannical.

Of course, Wei Taicang knew that the Champion Marquis was a Peak Martial Saint and that he could not fight the other party at all.

But as long as he could delay for a moment to gain time to escape, or make a huge noise to attract the guards and experts of the Governor-General's mansion, then he would have won.

Unfortunately.

He could not win.

"Heavenly Blade of the Sacred Hand? I think you have a bump on your head."

Yu Liancheng shook his head, a sneer on his lips, as one hand opened up like the firmament!

PS: The New Year is just for matchmaking, isn't it? Everything is piled together; passing the New Year's hurdle, it really is a New Year's hurdle.