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Chapitre 136

The generals immediately understood Ru Ying's meaning, and cold sweat poured down their backs. Huai City—at this moment, it was an empty city.

"Heh," Ru Ying sneered, "Crown Prince Yuwen is so clever that he wouldn't have allowed my forces to continue existing. Even I myself thought that once exposed, all my forces would be destroyed. However, you're in a coma because you believe you killed Qingyan, and you can't attend to state affairs at all. Mo Yu has also disappeared at the same time. With no one to manage things for you, my forces have taken the opportunity to hide completely. If you dare to make a move today, my men will act simultaneously in Huai City, and the Huai Emperor will become the late emperor."

A collective gasp filled the air.

"How dare you!!" Yuwen Ke roared in fury.

The sounds of gunfire filled the air as all the generals drew their weapons.

Chapter 312: Better Not to Meet Than to Meet

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Ru Ying said coldly, facing the angry gazes of the crowd, and smiled leisurely. "If you dare to hurt her again, I dare to kill the Emperor of Huai. Why don't you try?"

The valley is as beautiful as a fairyland. A gentle breeze blows, and the falling flowers occasionally make a deep, muffled "thud".

Yuwen Ke and Ru Ying, the rulers of two great nations, stood facing each other coldly at the entrance of the valley. Their eyes swirled with a fierce, turbulent power.

A faint sigh came from the peach grove on the left, followed by the melodious sound of a bamboo flute.

Ru Ying suddenly turned her head away and slowly walked towards the exit of the valley through the passageway. She walked very slowly, her back stiff, but she did not look back.

"Don't you want to see her again?" A voice, transmitted through a secret technique, reached straight into his heart. He didn't speak, but his steps faltered for a moment, then he paused, before slowly lifting himself up and, with difficulty but determination, continuing on his way.

Why bother seeing her? It's better not to meet at all. That's probably what she was thinking, isn't it? So, he did as she wished.

I tilted my head back slightly, and a bitter, so bitter, liquid quietly flowed into my mouth, masking all taste buds, as if there were no other flavors in the world. In my chest, something, something I thought had long since shattered, quietly exploded once more, causing pain that pierced to the bone.

It's better not to meet than to meet.

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"Master, come quickly!" Jin Ling shouted from inside the house, her voice filled with joy.

"Huh, is the last room open yet?" Qingyan excitedly ran inside. The snow-white little pine fox followed in a flash.

The four fools huddled together in front of a cabinet, their heads pressed close together, completely blocking the way. A soft white light emanated from their bodies.

"Make way! Make way!" Qingyan exclaimed excitedly, rushing forward and shoving Si Chi aside. This white light, this white light—what treasure is emitting this?

She pushed Si Chi aside, revealing a large, empty hole in the cabinet. On the other side was a room. The room was empty, without any furniture, except for a square low couch in the very center.

A person sat cross-legged on a low couch, his back to everyone, sitting motionless. He wore a long robe, wide sleeves, and a high bun; he was a Taoist priest.

That soft white light was emanating from the Taoist priest.

Chapter 313: Bamboo Pole

"Wow, who is this person?" Qingyan exclaimed in surprise, and pushed the little pine fox that had jumped to the cave entrance and was pressed against her face. What are you doing? If you want to look, just look. Don't block my view.

The little pine fox reluctantly took a few steps and then gently jumped into the inner room.

"Master, do you think this is a Taoist priest?" Jin Ling squeezed in and asked.

Qingyan gave him a light tap on the head. "You idiot! Didn't you see he was wearing a Taoist robe? What else could he be but a Taoist?"

The Taoist priest sat motionless, ignoring the incessant chatter of the five people outside the cave, without even a flicker of his robe. Little Pine Fox jumped inside, circled the priest a few times, then squatted down in front of him, tilting his head and staring at him thoughtfully.

Qingyan looked puzzled and waved to the little pine fox, "Hey, Master, what are you doing? Why isn't that person inside moving? Is he/she dead? Is he/she a mummy?"

The little pine fox ignored it.

"Make way, make way!" Yuan Yuan suddenly shouted from the side.

The four men turned around and saw him raising one arm, holding a long bamboo pole. Startled, they were about to ask him what he was doing when he thrust the bamboo pole into the cave, aimed it at the Taoist priest's back, and shoved him hard. The Taoist priest inside the cave collapsed with a thud.

"Thump!" Everyone fell to the ground. Stuttering, "Yuan, Yuan Yuan, what are you doing?"

Yuan Yuan stared at the Taoist priest lying on the low couch inside the cave, and was also startled. He hurriedly threw down the bamboo pole, awkwardly withdrew his hand, hid it behind his back, and said guiltily, "Uh, I, I didn't expect that he, he really is dead."

Qingyan was speechless. "So you stabbed him because you thought he was alive?"

"Hehehehe." Yuan Yuan scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly. Qing Yan remained silent.

All five of them climbed inside.

The Taoist priest inside was indeed dead. He lay slumped on the low couch, his eyes tightly closed, his cross-legged posture unchanged. Qingyan stared at him suspiciously, a chill creeping into her heart. Was he really dead?

That soft white light still lingered, spreading gently from his hair and clothes.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be in his forties. His eyebrows and eyes were still lively and ruddy, and his face had a slight white glow. His lips were slightly pursed, with a hint of an upward curve. His hands were clasped together and pressed against his chest. The longer you looked at him, the more you felt a peaceful and tranquil aura emanating from him.

Chapter 314: The Taoist Priest

The white light that had been focused on the Taoist priest suddenly exploded, scattering throughout the room. A gentle breeze arose, causing robes to flutter, and an old man's sigh quietly rose. Suddenly, the Taoist priest, whose eyes were tightly closed, twitched his eyelashes. Qingyan screamed in fright and fell to the ground with a thud.

The Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Qingyan's face. What a gaze it was! So weathered, so pure, so clear, so complex, so ethereal—as if it contained nothing, yet also seemed to encompass everything in the world. He seemed to be looking at Qingyan, yet also as if he had already seen far, far away through her body.

Qingyan was stunned by that gaze, sitting blankly on the ground as the Taoist slowly sat up, looking at everyone who had entered his hut, then fixing his gaze on her wrist, and then chuckled softly.

The Taoist priest, who looked no more than middle-aged, had a laugh that sounded so old and hoarse, carrying a sense of ancient history.

"Master?" the scholar asked timidly, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"Gah!" Qingyan and Sichi were instantly stunned, their eyes widening. He was actually the scholar's master?! So, he was also that dead guy Moyu's master? The group looked at each other, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Master, didn't you go traveling all over the world? When did you return?" the scholar pressed.

The Taoist priest looked at the scholar, rolled his eyes, frowned, and after a while, as if remembering who this person was, he laughed out loud, clapping his hands in amusement, "Are you a little bookworm?"