Chapter 195: Leaving the Coffin

In the mausoleums of the Jiajing Emperor and the founding Emperor, nearly twenty Heaven-Man experts were fighting tonight, and the constant loud noises had awakened all the guards of the entire imperial mausoleum.

When the Great Ming was founded, tens of thousands of elite soldiers were drawn from armies across the country to form the Twelve Guards, stationed in the capital to guard the city gates and palace gates. Among them, the Embroidered Uniform Guard was the leader.

But few knew that what was established back then was not the Twelve Guards, but the Thirteen Guards.

This extra guard was named the Xiaolingwei.

At this moment, the Xiaolingwei Commander, Zhu Shoujing, was pacing back and forth in his room, his brows tightly locked.

The mission of the Xiaolingwei was only one: to guard the imperial mausoleum. This was a duty personally set by the founding Emperor, to remain unchanged for ten thousand generations.

But the order Wang Zhi brought today was to keep them from approaching the mausoleum. So he could only listen to the loud noises coming from afar, caught in a dilemma.

Suddenly, his feet stopped.

"Cannot wait any longer!"

"Eunuch Wang brought ten experts; even if the Ming Sect came out in full force, it would be like crushing dry weeds. The noises over there haven't stopped, which means something has happened. Eunuch Wang is not a Heaven-Man expert; he has likely met with misfortune."

"Someone come!"

The Battalion Commander at the door pushed the door and entered: "Commander."

"Rush to the capital at full speed and report to His Majesty that something has gone wrong at the imperial mausoleum. We, the Xiaolingwei, are responsible for guarding the mausoleum, a duty assigned by the founding Emperor. In an emergency, we must act; we can no longer stand by and watch!"

"Yes!"

The Battalion Commander took the order and left.

Zhu Shoujing then called for all the Battalion Commanders, assembled the troops, and headed toward the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

At the same time, Li Miao also appeared outside the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

He was not in a hurry to get close, but jumped onto a building, shaded his eyes with his hand, and looked toward the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

At this look, Li Miao immediately raised his eyebrows.

"Whoa~ quite a scene."

Outside the Xiaoling Mausoleum, eight Heaven-Man experts were fighting in a group. Five were the experts brought by Wang Zhi, and the other three were using Ming Sect martial arts, desperately blocking the experts from rushing into the Xiaoling Mausoleum. At this moment, they were covered in wounds and stretched thin; it was feared that they would be killed within the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.

But Li Miao only glanced at that side and then shifted his gaze to the square outside the main hall of the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

There, a battle, the likes of which Li Miao had only seen since coming to the Great Ming, was taking place.

Yin Ruihua.

Yang Lizhang.

Li Miao saw at a glance that Yin Ruihua, like himself, was at the realm of three paths combined and two paths perfected!

And Yang Lizhang was even more special.

He was also at the realm of three paths combined, with only one path perfected, yet he could entangle with Yin Ruihua. Although he was at a disadvantage, relying on a stance of trading injury for injury and life for life, he was actually pressing Yin Ruihua!

Because his "Jin Gang" was the Shaolin Jin Gang. It was the "Jin Gang" that Xing Chi had achieved with the help of Shaolin secret techniques, far exceeding the perfection realm!

It was likely that when the Ming Sect attacked Shaolin back then, they took the secret treasure, intending to use it here.

Both of these people had the qualifications to compete with Li Miao.

Li Miao was not in a hurry to go over.

He was happy to watch others fight to the death, and besides, he didn't want to help either side.

He was seeing Yang Lizhang and Yin Ruihua for the first time and didn't know them. But the physical characteristics of the Yang family were too obvious; Li Miao saw Yang Lizhang's identity at a glance.

And who else could be fighting the Yang family at the Xiaoling Mausoleum besides the court's Heaven-Man experts?

Not to mention the Yang family. Li Miao would definitely not let the Ming Sect go.

As for Yin Ruihua... Li Miao had killed so many of the court's Heaven-Man experts tonight, even Wang Zhi had been slaughtered, so how could he still be called a loyal minister? It was already good that he hadn't gone over to kick them while they were down.

Watching the show and reaping the benefits as a third party was quite good.

Li Miao yawned.

Tired, weary.

Sleepy.

The Five Mountains Sword Sect affair had dragged on until now; he really regretted taking the assignment to leave the capital.

"I originally thought I'd play my way out and play my way back, just like a vacation, and see the Jianghu along the way. Now it's good, I've stirred up a hornet's nest, and all sorts of old things have been stirred up."

"After this trip, I won't take any more assignments. Even if Old Zhu Tou talks until the sky falls, I have to rest for a year or half a year."

Li Miao thought to himself.

And during this time, the battle between Yang Lizhang and Yin Ruihua gradually reached its end.

Yang Lizhang could no longer hold on.

He had broken through the realm relying on Shaolin secret techniques and could only fight Yin Ruihua by risking his life. But with the accumulation of injuries, his moves began to slow down.

At their realm, revealing a single flaw meant the difference between life and death.

Yang Lizhang struck Yin Ruihua with a "Great Nine Heavens Palm," exerting force suddenly, which pulled at a hideous wound on his abdomen. In pain, his movements slowed by a fraction.

"Finished."

Yang Lizhang sighed inwardly.

He knew Yin Ruihua would absolutely not let go of this flaw.

Sure enough, Yin Ruihua's gaze condensed, he stepped forward, and taking advantage of the moment his move slowed, he struck his palm with a punch!

Boom!

Yang Lizhang's right arm was raised high, his defenses wide open.

Yin Ruihua did not hesitate and struck his heart with a punch.

Boom!!!

Yang Lizhang flew backward and smashed into the main hall of the mausoleum.

Boom! —

The magnificent main hall of the Xiaoling Mausoleum collapsed with a roar. Dust rose, but Yang Lizhang never appeared again.

Yin Ruihua lowered his hand and did not pursue.

That strike had shattered Yang Lizhang's heart meridians; even if he were still alive, he could not possibly climb up again and could only be crushed to death in the ruins.

He shifted his gaze to the tomb, his expression uncertain.

"Should I leave now?" he thought.

He dared not go in to check.

He was afraid... that he would see that person and die.

Because he was originally the "jailer" guarding that person here. Given that person's violent nature, he feared that the first moment he saw him, he would kill him.

His temperament was by no means as gentle as some scholars said; back then, he had almost wiped out all of his father's brothers. He was naturally even more ruthless to others.

After hesitating for a long time, Yin Ruihua let out a long sigh.

He turned around and walked toward the outside of the imperial mausoleum.

He dared not gamble; it was better to leave now.

The time that person could move was limited. At worst, he could come back after a while when the situation became clear.

As for the Emperor... if he died, he died. The Zhu family killing each other was nothing new.

It was just a transaction; staying until now was already doing his best.

His footsteps were very fast; in the blink of an eye, he had reached the end of the square of the Xiaoling Mausoleum's main hall.

Yin Ruihua had not stepped out of the imperial mausoleum for over a hundred years; walking to the entrance and seeing the dense forest in front of him, he suddenly felt as if he were in another world.

"Forget it, go west first, go to Guanxi to hide."

Yin Ruihua lifted his foot, intending to cross the main gate.

Suddenly, a soft sound came from behind him.

Slap.

It seemed as if someone had taken a step behind him.

And then, there was the sound of long breathing.

A hoarse, strained voice sounded.

"Yin, beloved, minister."

"Where, are, you, going?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 196 =====