Chapter 537

"This minister was thinking that His Highness Prince Zhuangxiang, after his fate Tao Yong shattered, could still return once more."

"Is all of this within Ximen Wudi's calculations…"

Shang Yang said slowly.

"How could that be?"

Bai Qi's face was full of shock,

"Is Ximen Wudi an immortal? To have calculated to this extent?"

Hearing Ying Zheng, upon hearing this, did not immediately refute, but after pondering for a moment, asked,

"Why does Lord Shang say so?"

"This minister and Bai Qi, Ximen Wudi did not kill!"

"The four Lianhuasheng people merely had their spirit-child bodies annihilated, but their spirit bodies were preserved."

"Previously this minister found it strange, why Ximen Wudi preserved their spirit bodies."

"With his heaven-penetrating, earth-reaching strength, if he wished to annihilate these four spirit bodies, it would be but a matter of flipping his palm."

"Now hearing that His Highness Prince Zhuangxiang, whose fate Tao Yong shattered, can still return."

"This minister has only now understood, everything is entirely within Ximen Wudi's grasp!"

"Although this minister did not guess why he wished to do this."

Shang Yang reasoned for a while.

Hearing Ying Zheng, after listening, felt this reasoning was not without merit.

Only, if it truly were so, then what exactly did Ximen Wudi want?

Clearly the Qinglong Society's strength was formidable; to deal with any one of the three great dynasties would be as easy as flipping his hand.

Ximen Wudi himself moreover had the strength to single-handedly annihilate a nation.

Yet ever since the Ziqinglong Society appeared in the world and annihilated five dynasties including the Great Han.

The Qinglong Society and Ximen Wudi never made any move again.

Even the five dynasties including the Great Han could not entirely be said to have been annihilated.

Speaking thus, the purpose of the Qinglong Society and Ximen Wudi truly is hard to fathom.

"Enough! Regardless of what the Qinglong Society and Ximen Wudi are planning."

"But now, they are my Great Qin's greatest enemies."

"The Lishan Plan must be accelerated; you must do your utmost to cooperate with Zhao Gao."

"As for those who dare to flee and throw in with the Qinglong Society, such as Dongjun Yanfei and others—kill without mercy!"

Hearing Ying Zheng thought for a long time, yet could not figure out Ximen Wudi's purpose, and could only let it be.

357 A Qinglong Society bounty notice?

After Bu Yuanting left Bu Jingyun, he hurried northward all the way.

His original home was in Yunzhou.

This time, after making his way to Great Song and finding his son Bu Jingyun, he was content.

Now he only wanted to find as soon as possible the burial place of his wife Yunong, to pay his respects.

Back then, Yunong was heavy with child, yet he, for the sake of the Thousand Autumn Great Calamity spoken of by Xiao Sanxiao, hid his name and surname and traveled far to You Dongying.

Now, after a separation of more than twenty years, Bu Jingyun had grown into an adult.

Yet Bu Yuanting's wife seemed to have vanished into the vast sea of people.

To search for her, he could only go back to his original home in Yunzhou to look.

On this day, he passed through Great Song and entered the Great Tang Realm.

He arrived outside a small town called Beizhen.

At this time, for some unknown reason, several hundred Wu Lin people were besieging a swordsman.

This swordsman dodged and weaved, free and at ease.

These Wu Lin people could not tell, but Bu Yuanting could.

This man's cultivation was far above that of these Wu Lin people.

Once this man lost the notion of toying with them and exerted his full strength.

He feared a single move would be enough to utterly annihilate these Wu Lin people.

"Those who bring calamity upon themselves cannot live."

Bu Yuanting sighed and prepared to depart from the edge of the battlefield.

He did not wish to invite more trouble, only thinking of returning to his old home in Yunzhou as soon as possible to find Yunong's grave.

"Boom…"

Just then, the sky suddenly changed; after a muffled thunder, a downpour descended.

That swordsman, seeing the heavy rain begin, immediately lost the mood for toying.

The long sword in his hand thrust out abruptly; in a single move, he actually thrust out countless swords.

Each sword in turn drew upon the heaven and earth's primordial force.

Within a hundred paces around him, not the slightest breath of life remained.

"Ah…"

The Wu Lin people at the forefront were successively struck by swords and perished.

At the outer edge of the crowd, inside a thatched shed, a scholar seeking shelter from the rain happened to dash in.

Bu Yuanting saw that this man knew no Wu Gong, utterly unaware of the impending danger.

Unable to bear it in his heart, his figure moved, and he directly blocked in front of him.

Just then, the swordsman's sword pierced straight through the dozen-plus people ahead.

Sword Qi surged on without pause, stabbing toward the thatched shack.

Bu Yuanting circulated his true essence, gave a slight flick of his robe sleeve, and sent an invisible force to meet it.

"Pop—"

The air gave a faint sound; the Sword Qi and the force of Bu Yuanting's flick canceled each other out in midair.

At that very moment, the swordsman had finished off every Wu Lin person present with a single sword,

and sensing that his Sword Qi had been broken by Bu Yuanting—even though it was only the dregs of an exhausted blade—it still drew his attention.

"I am Xia Hou Lie. Who might you be?"

The swordsman bathed in the rain of blood, casually wiped the bloodstains from his face, and flashed to the side of the thatched shack.

"Uh… a murderer…"

Before Bu Yuanting could answer, the scholar finally came to his senses and let out a startled cry.

"Hmph! A scholar is good for nothing!"

Xia Hou Lie gave a cold snort. Seeing Bu Yuanting had not replied, he shouldered his sword and headed straight into the town.

"Why did he kill those people, but not me?"

The scholar waited until Xia Hou Lie had gone far away before asking Bu Yuanting.

"Scholar, in the future, don't just barge into places with too many Jianghu people."

Bu Yuanting saw that this scholar was about the same age as his own son, and kindly offered a word of warning.

Then he prepared to leave.

"Wait! Uncle, it's still raining outside—"

Before the scholar could finish, he noticed that Bu Yuanting's body seemed to have a layer of invisible qi shield.

Though the rain was heavy, not a single drop could get near Bu Yuanting's body.

He was instantly dumbstruck, realizing Bu Yuanting was also an expert.

"Uncle, uncle, wait a moment—"

The scholar suddenly, heedless of everything, dashed into the rain and blocked Bu Yuanting's path.

"Mm? Is there something you need?"

Bu Yuanting did not understand—the scholar was a dim-witted sort, so why was he blocking him?

"Uncle, I can see you're also a martial practitioner; your cultivation must be very impressive."

"It's like this! Up ahead there's a mountain, and in the mountain there's an ancient temple."

"Some of the people in this town say it's haunted, some say there are immortals there."