Chapter 322

"But for the Qinglong Society, this is not only not a bad thing, but actually has quite a few benefits."

"One could say it's all gain and no loss."

"Does the Grand Dragon Leader agree?"

Seeing Ximen Wudi see through his plan at a glance.

While secretly shocked, Ni Pusa (Mud Bodhisattva) explained with a smile.

His voice was full of confidence.

He didn't buy it.

A top-tier master of the Dao of Sorcery like himself coming to surrender voluntarily — would the other party really turn him away?!

Unless their brain had short-circuited!!

"Be that as it may, what makes you think this seat would agree to you?!"

Ximen Wudi nodded noncommittally.

And countered offhandedly.

At some unknown moment, the corner of his mouth curved into a faint arc.

"I think the Grand Dragon Leader won't refuse!"

Ni Pusa (Mud Bodhisattva) smiled slightly.

His face full of certainty.

"Interesting."

"I hope you can stay this confident."

He gave him a deep look.

Ximen Wudi spoke lightly.

The story splits into two threads.

Dali.

Since appearing on the list twice.

Duan Zhengchun's great name could be said to be known to everyone.

And after the assassination warrant from the Sun-Moon Divine Sect was issued.

The number of martial artists who had already formed groups to come cause Duan Zhengchun trouble increased sharply.

As time went on.

Groups of martial artists from all corners of the realm had already arrived in Dali.

In an instant.

It was plainly visible.

Every inn and tavern in Dali was packed to the rafters.

On the streets, martial artists carrying blades and swords came in an endless stream.

It looked quite lively.

The Zhennan Wang Fu (Zhen Nan Prince's Mansion).

Listening to the reports from the household generals before him, who all wore grim faces.

Duan Zhengchun's previously rock-steady expression.

Instantly turned flustered.

Beads of cold sweat even seeped out on his forehead.

He truly hadn't expected.

That after his deeds were exposed, it would cause such a huge commotion.

Are these martial artists all bored out of their minds?!

It was clearly something mutually consensual.

This prince never forced any of them!!

He cursed inwardly a few times.

Duan Zhengchun's heart was utterly depressed.

Just as he was thinking about how to handle it.

Outside the door.

A burst of hurried footsteps sounded.

Not long after.

A figure hurried in.

The visitor was none other than.

Duan Yu.

Gangyijin Sect the door, he said with an anxious expression.

"Father!"

"Uncle wants you to go to Tianlong Temple first to lie low."

No sooner had the words fallen.

Duan Zhengchun's whole body shook.

Then came a burst of joy.

He slapped his head and said in self-reproach.

"Look at my brain."

"I actually forgot about the Tianlong Temple!"

"There's no time to lose, let's hurry over."

As a member of the Dali royal family.

As for Tianlong Temple, he knew it inside and out.

One could say that.

The martial arts masters of Dali Kingdom were basically all at Tianlong Temple.

As long as they went there.

Would they still need to worry about those martial artists' threats?

Thinking of this.

Duan Zhengchun, who had finished speaking.

Didn't wait for them to answer.

Hurriedly rushed toward the rear hall.

He clearly remembered.

When the residence was built back then, just in case, a secret tunnel had been left behind.

Over all these years.

He had thought it would never be used.

He had almost forgotten about it.

Who would have thought.

Now it had come in handy.

Watching Duan Zhengchun slip away so decisively.

Duan Yu was momentarily stunned.

A faint, unfamiliar feeling welled up in his heart.

Was this still his own gentle and kind father?

"Young Master, don't space out, let's catch up quickly."

The Four Great Generals, seeing this.

Quickly shook him a couple of times.

Their tone seemed somewhat urgent.

"Huh? Oh, right, let's leave quickly."