Chapter 229: Awakening the Dao

Three days later, Zhao Ti changed into a simple, elegant robe, had Tong Guan prepare the carriage, took the A Zhu Orchid Sword, and summoned Bai Zhan and Su Da, heading straight for the Shenxiao Temple.

The Shenxiao Temple, funded by Zhao Ji, stood within the inner city of Dongjing, on Junyi Bridge Street in the southwest, very close to the Yuqing Temple, separated only by a single road.

The Yuqing Temple was a subsidiary branch of the former Yuqing Zhaoying Palace; construction of the Yuqing Zhaoying Palace began in the second year of Emperor Zhenzong's Dazhong Xiangfu era, took eight years to complete, and at the time was not only Dongjing's

Ye Linbian wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself: though he felt fairly confident about the effect of his efforts, he still had a slight unease.

Under that spear thrust, the Saint of Love's waist snapped clean—sharp "crack!" and searing pain surged from his body to his brain, all screaming bad news, yet he could do nothing.

During their casual inspections of the coffins, each corpse's skull had been pinned down by the dark sorcerer with branches of Yin Kui trees.

A black crescent shot forth from the Fighting Dou, slashing straight toward the metal cage ahead.

Having finished speaking, he departed the banquet in grand style; indeed, everyone invited had been fooled.

Chen Hao's people were actually decent enough, but he was far too arrogant—he always believed himself unbeatable, yet never understood that beyond heaven there is higher heaven, beyond people there are greater people.

Take that Big Eye—he's one of Wang Fengming's Four Red Sticks, walks slow normally, but when it comes to fighting, he's no slouch.

The zombies were no exaggeration; he began recounting to Zhou Rui the deeds of Zhu Que and the Rose, centering especially on openly eliminating the American official and blowing up the Yamaguchi-gumi's top brass—Zhou Rui listened, stunned, wondering if he himself could have pulled it off.

After about a quarter-hour, fragrance filled the air around the stone cauldron, radiant light blazed forth; Shen Yi ceased pouring spiritual energy, formed a hand seal, and unleashed the final spiritual incantation—"Hum~"—the stone cauldron trembled slightly, all strange phenomena vanished, leaving only a faint, elusive medicinal scent as if whispering something.

With the auctioneer's final words, the auction ended completely; all that remained was settling payment and delivery.

Hearing the crowd's murmurs, Yongchang Marquis's mouth twisted—he'd been forced into a corner before he'd even spoken; if he denied it now, wouldn't he be slapping his own face?

He'd originally planned to draw them inside to explain and preserve both families' faces, but when Qiao Hongyuan also showed such shamelessness, Xiangyang Marquis's eyes flared and his anger surged.

Gradually, he felt her warmth return, her shivering lessening; only then did he dare loosen his arms slightly.

Yun Luo orchestrated this solely to lure them into the trap. Yet she ignored even the fact that the death-soldiers had been lured away—clearly a warning she'd already given—but all three still walked precisely into the trap she had designed.

"I should've told you sooner!" Ye Xuanling's gaze toward her held even more excitement.

Wen Rou lowered her eyes, thinking: this form of address—Xiao Jingtang's relationship with the Third Imperial Prince must indeed be extraordinary.

Watching her perform so convincingly, even Yan Wushuang wanted to give her a thumbs-up—how good she was at acting.

Wen Rou had anticipated being exposed by Shu Fang—after all, her differences from Du Wenrou's personality were too great; disguise couldn't last, and Shu Fang knew Du Wenrou far too well.

At that moment, Qiao Hongyuan unconsciously aligned himself with Ye Xuanling's group, his expression taking on a faint air of dependence.

Bai Wutong nodded—these people had repeatedly tried to kill them; they must uncover who sent them.