Chapter 185

Shuntian Prefecture, foot of Tianshou Mountain, Imperial Mausoleum.

Li Miao wore a bronze mask, stood on the branch of an ancient tree, and looked far toward the Imperial Mausoleum.

"Heh, lure the enemy into the trap, is it."

Li Miao saw the guards at the entrance of the mountain col, which were much sparser than last night, and chuckled.

Wang Zhi's plan was an open conspiracy. It was calculated that the Ming Sect couldn't afford to drag it out, deliberately revealing flaws, just waiting for the Ming Sect to bump into it themselves.

So the matter of transferring the Imperial Mausoleum guards had no intention of being kept secret at all. The guards entered the city from the main gate of the capital openly, just to let the Ming Sect people see clearly.

Naturally, Li Miao also saw it clearly.

And Li Miao had already appeared at the Imperial Mausoleum as "Ji Tianrui" last night, but the imperial court withdrew the guards the next day; even a fool could see there was something fishy.

However, Li Miao didn't care if there was an ambush.

Anyway, wearing this mask, he was Ji Tianrui.

As long as they couldn't keep him, the account would be settled by the Ming Sect. What did it have to do with him, a law-abiding, diligent Imperial Guard Battalion Commander who still had to come and work overtime in the middle of the night?

Li Miao tapped the branch with his feet, rose several feet in mid-air, and then drifted toward the interior of the Imperial Mausoleum like a group of green smoke.

The remaining guards inside the Imperial Mausoleum were patrolling, and one of them suddenly felt the moonlight above his head darken, was shocked, looked up, but only saw a bright, clear full moon.

He looked around; there were no buildings or trees around, and nowhere to hide. Unless someone could fly, it was absolutely impossible to escape his sight.

"Cloud?"

He put down his hand on the hilt of his knife, shook his head, only feeling that he was a bit like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, and walked quickly toward his colleagues.

And Li Miao had already arrived outside the wall of the Jiajing Emperor's mausoleum.

Before getting close, Li Miao had already smelled the thick smell of blood coming from inside.

This trip, Li Miao was no longer here for Ji Tianrui.

According to Wang Hai's description, the one Wang Zhi escorted here that night was clearly a Heavenly Human. And it was a Heavenly Human who could actively cultivate two paths and fall into the Five Decays of Heavenly Humans.

And this Heavenly Human had been imprisoned by the Emperor for twenty-one years.

"Why are there no Heavenly Humans in the Jianghu?"

The Ming Sect has dug out four or five Heavenly Humans so far, so why don't Shaolin and Wudang have any?

This question might be answered tonight.

And the answer to this question, for Li Miao, was the key to truly standing firm in this world, more important than ten Ji Tianruis.

Therefore, no matter if this was a trap set by Ji Tianrui or a trap set by the imperial court, Li Miao had to come and see it clearly with his own eyes.

Li Miao stepped forward, raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, smiled mischievously, lowered his voice, and said gloomily.

"Is anyone home?"

Boom!!!

The gate exploded!

A fist the size of a bowl pierced out from the flying wood chips, stabbing straight toward Li Miao's face!

"Good thief! You really dare to come!"

"Don't even think about leaving, leave your life behind!"

Wang Zhi's shout came from the courtyard.

He was overjoyed.

To tell the truth, although he said it decisively, he didn't really have ten percent certainty whether the Ming Sect would dare to come.

He didn't expect that he would bump in on the same day!

Wang Zhi scanned the nine figures beside him, plus the one who had already attacked outside the courtyard, making ten devotees.

Ten Heavenly Humans with two paths combined!

He didn't believe he couldn't keep a mere Ming Sect!

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At the same time, the mausoleum of the founding emperor of Great Shuo.

Ji Tianrui looked far toward the direction of Li Miao, smiling sweetly.

"Lord Li is indeed heroic, actually breaking in alone."

"If only he could make peace with my Ming Sect after seeing the truth."

Behind her, an old man with an extremely tall stature and hands almost hanging to his knees snorted coldly.

"You are surnamed Ji, not Yang. My Yang family cooperating with you doesn't mean you can shamelessly act as if you are the Sect Leader."

Ji Tianrui didn't care at all, chuckled.

"Why be so heartless?"

"Ji Tianrui is the biological child of Sect Leader Yang Lixuan."

"And I am Ji Tianrui's biological daughter. Counting it up, my relationship with Sect Leader Yang is even closer than yours. Why do you have to draw a line with me?"

"After all, the one who harmed Sect Leader Yang was my vicious father, not me."

The words were light, but they were deafening!

Li Miao's investigation into Ji Tianrui's background was so easily spoken by her.

Ji Tianrui is the daughter of Ji Tianrui and the second Miao King!

The old man heard this, but didn't give any face at all, and spat on the ground.

"Pah, you two are not worthy! Stained with the dirty blood of the Miao King, giving birth to you two pieces of trash!"

The old man raised his hand and pointed at his chest with his thumb.

"Whether one is a Yang family member is not seen by whose bloodline is closer. It is seen by whether there is a straight spine!"

"You two snake cubs who only know how to bite in the dark are not worthy of the bloodline of my Yang family!"

Ji Tianrui didn't think it was wrong at all, just nodded and said with a smile.

"Yes, yes. Who can compare to you Yang family heroes? When the founding emperor of Great Shuo set the world, you Yang family members had great merit."

"It's just a pity... sigh..."

Ji Tianrui said halfway, shook her head, and sighed.

The old man suddenly flushed red, looked at Ji Tianrui, but then turned his head and stared fixedly at the mausoleum in front of him.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth and spat out a sentence.

"The debt of that year, my Yang family will collect it back immediately."

"Starting from his grave!"

His right fist raised and suddenly smashed onto the wall.

Boom!!!

Broken stones splashed out, breaking trees, and then embedded deeply into the bluestone slabs on the ground.

Ji Tianrui and the old man didn't walk in.

The old man suddenly roared.

"Get out!"

Silence.

For a long time, from within the main hall of the mausoleum, an aged sigh came.

"Sigh..."

"It is said that wealth doesn't last three generations, and poverty doesn't last five generations. After a few generations, the bloodline should change."

"Why is it that you Yang family members, after one hundred and seventy-seven years, are still the same as back then, like stones in a latrine, both smelly and hard."

A withered old man walked out slowly from the main hall tremblingly. A middle-aged man supported him and stood in the doorway.

A pair of turbid eyes looked at the Yang family old man.

The Yang family old man stared fixedly at the old man, his eyes red, and squeezed his name out from between his teeth.

"Yin, Rui, Hua!"

"You really are still alive!"

The current era name is "Shuo".

How to interpret the word "Shuo"?

The sun and moon push each other, the sun moves and the moon speeds, when they are in the same place, it is called He Shuo.

The sun and moon intersect, yin and yang complement each other, called "Shuo".

Where there is "Yang", there is "Yin". Where there is the Yang family, naturally there is the Yin family.

It's just that unlike the Yang family's inheritance, the Yin family has only one person from beginning to end.

It is this old man with turbid eyes, withered flesh, and nearing the end of his life—Yin Ruihua.

(End of chapter)