Chapter 494: Who exactly is he?

Consort Cao, are you intending to make a move before the Emperor's tomb?

Just as several guards surrounded Eunuch Xi, Fang Zi Lun drew his longsword and shielded Eunuch Xi.

Fang Zi Lun, defying the Empress Dowager's order, seize him for me.

Consort Cao stared hatefully at Fang Zi Lun; if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have waited until today.

That person...

That taste...

Hasn't arrived yet.

Emperor Ning closed his eyes and didn't move.

Yun chu's medicine is truly effective, making his condition indistinguishable from feigned death.

Just now Consort Cao came to check, but she didn't notice any abnormality.

It's precisely because they made it foolproof that Consort Cao could inspect and let the people over there lower all their guard.

Consort Cao, you're wanting to see blood.

Every emperor's ascension is accompanied by rivers of blood; Fang Zi Lun, blame yourself for following the wrong person and joining the wrong side. Consort Cao snorted coldly.

At that moment, the Imperial City Army surrounded the Grand Hall, leaving no gaps.

Empress Dowager, your subject has arrived late.

Upon hearing the sound, Fang Zi Lun abruptly raised his head—it wasn't him.

Really...

What a surprise!

Emperor Ning showed no expression, but his heart grew heavier—just how many people are hidden in the court of Da Ning?

Fang Zi Lun, I apologize.

Originally Fang Zi Lun had the upper hand, but with a few people joining, he gradually fell to the disadvantage.

The entire Grand Hall descended into chaos—clashing weapons, cries of anguish, splashing blood.

For a moment, people's hearts were unfathomable, impossible to read.

"Quick sword cuts through tangled hemp." At that moment, a voice spoke.

The voice sounded young, like that of a scholar.

But...

Consort Cao wrinkled her nose; it was that foul smell again.

And just then, a red firework exploded from the courtyard, shooting straight into the sky, then bursting into red fireworks.

"Your people?" the scholar stared at Consort Cao, his expression grave.

Consort Cao shook her head. "My people—you already know them, don't you?"

The scholar suddenly grabbed Consort Cao's neck, his eyes fierce, utterly uncaring—this woman was merely his plaything for pleasure.

"Stupid people deserve to die."

Then he seized Consort Cao and hurled her toward the coffin, then quickly tried to fly outward.

Alas...

"You only want to run now? Don't you think it's too late?" At that moment, two figures flanked left and right, directly seizing control of the evil Daoist's domain.

Jiang Ze Yang's wood core had been released, the deadly poison continuously emanating.

And Jiang Wen Fu cooperated with Jiang Ze Yang, controlling the evil Daoist's retreat route.

At that moment, Jiang Yunchu and Ning Chengyan saw the fireworks in the courtyard; they exchanged a glance, and Ning Chengyan directly drew his longsword and leapt into the air.

By the time the Third Prince tried to flee, it was already too late.

Jiang Yunchu gave a cold smile. "You coward, how dare you even covet the throne?"

The Third Prince stared blankly; his mother consort had ordered him to guard the palace gates, but now...

"Mother consort, save me!"

That loud cry for help carried far away.

Jiang Yunchu shook her head; how pitiful.

"Stop shouting, conserve your strength." She found it annoying.

Now she urgently wanted to know what happened back then, and where her mother was.

Never before had she been so close to the truth.

"You..."

Several guards moved quickly, but this time Jiang Yunchu and Ning Chengyan showed no mercy—one act of disloyalty warrants no second chance.

But...

To Jiang Yunchu, such a traitor should be killed outright to prevent future retaliation.

"Let's go."

Jiang Yunchu held a red soft sword, her red gauze robe and the splattered blood on the ground seeming to merge as one.

"Go."

Ning Chengyan seized the Third Prince and attacked from the side.

But Jiang Yunchu pressed forward relentlessly; anyone who tried to block her left with only their life.

"Seize it for me." Jiang Ze Yang's voice carried a hint of a roar.

Jiang Wen Fu's face turned pale; after bare‑blocking the evil Daoist's strike, he was already injured.

But the evil Daoist didn't fare well either—his shoulders were cleanly cut off.

And from his shoulders flowed not fresh blood, but strands of worms...

Jiang Zeyang showed no surprise, his attack gave no quarter.

"Yun chu, protect your great-uncle!" Jiang Wen Fu saw the two people coming and shouted urgently.

"Good."

Jiang Yunchu had fought her way here; not only her clothes, but her face, her hands, everywhere was stained with blood.

At that moment, the demonic Daoist trapped between the two attacked Jiang Yunchu directly.

Originally Ning Chengyan was behind her, sensing the tremendous killing intent from behind, he directly threw the Third Prince he held over.

The demonic Daoist, as if he couldn't see, struck the Third Prince's back with a palm.

Cao Fei, who had just crawled out, immediately saw this scene.

"Don't—"

But everything was already too late.

Aside from the Third Prince's initial wail, he turned into a blood mist; not only was there no aura left, his very person could not be found.

Apart from the remaining shredded limbs and rotting flesh, the Third Prince no longer existed in the world.

"Ah—"

Cao Fei crawled over on her knees, then slowly picked up the Third Prince's shredded limbs and rotting flesh, her whole person seeming to have gone mad.

Before the words could be spoken, it was already over.

The demonic Daoist's attack was drawing ever closer.

Jiang Zeyang shouted loudly, "Yun chu, be careful!"

Jiang Wen Fu also widened his eyes at this moment, the two of them quickly converging there.

But…

Ning Chengyan hesitated not at all, drew his Junzi sword, and stood before Jiang Yunchu.

"Ning Chengyan!" Jiang Yunchu shouted.

Ning Chengyan did not turn back, his pupils contracted rapidly, his entire aura seeming to sink.

"Junior, since you seek death, I'll start by cutting you."

The demonic Daoist, with only one hand left, sent a black force striking at Ning Chengyan.

"Ning Chengyan."

Everyone gasped.

But when the black mist cleared, Ning Chengyan stepped forward slowly, then looked at the person whose Daoist robe was in disarray: "One who always cares about his appearance, today the demonic Daoist looks rather miserable."

The demonic Daoist looked at Ning Chengyan, his steps slowing, his immense aura making his eyes widen: "How is this possible? How can you block my spirit worm? Who exactly are you?"

In all of Zhongzhou, those who can block his natal spirit worm can be counted on one hand, yet the brat before him—how old is he?

He—who exactly is he?

Ning Chengyan smiled, his complexion pallid, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

His whole body trembled, yet his eyes remained as resolute as ever.

"It doesn't matter."

Yeah, it doesn't matter.

As long as he is here, no one dare think of getting past him to harm Yun chu.

No one can.