Eyes Charming - Глава 118
“Zi is right. Sect Master, why don’t you let us kill one to warn a hundred, and see if these people dare to come again? We’ve been harassed by them all the way, and we still can’t get back to Holy Immortal Mountain. And no matter where we go, they can always find us. They’ve used all sorts of despicable and shameless methods…” Sheng Lu muttered angrily. But this time, Sheng Cheng and the others didn’t find it annoying, because what Sheng Lu said was what they wanted to say.
"These martial arts figures are just minor characters. Killing them won't make a difference. The real mastermind behind the scenes hasn't made a move yet." Saint Lord's calm and collected words made Saint Green stop automatically. Looking at Saint Lord, who still didn't raise his head, they didn't understand who the mastermind behind the scenes was. But seeing the mastermind's confident eyes, they knew that everything was under the mastermind's control, and they should trust the mastermind.
"Sect Master, is the mastermind behind this a member of the Holy Immortal Sect? Otherwise, why would they be so familiar with the affairs of the Azure Pavilion, even knowing about such a secret residence?" Sheng Qing frowned and asked the question he had been wanting to ask.
After the treasure robbery at the restaurant that day, they left and stayed in a relatively secluded mansion under the Holy Immortal Sect. That very night, martial arts figures came to attack them. Almost as soon as they entered the mansion, someone leaked their whereabouts. The person who spread the news clearly knew everything about the properties under the Qingge Sect.
"Perhaps!" A smile crept across the Holy Emperor's face beneath his veil, and he mumbled indistinctly.
Saint Orange and the others exchanged glances and shook their heads, completely baffled as to what their sect leader was up to. He was perfectly capable of resolving this matter with ease.
"More people are coming." Sheng Cheng suddenly smiled and said, "So another group has arrived already? Strange, I can't sense any hostility at all."
"Sect Master, Prince Jin is here." Huang Ying ran over, a little out of breath, her face flushed, whether from running too fast or for some other reason, it was hard to tell.
"Oh, we finally found them." Sheng Cheng smiled ambiguously, glanced at the sect leader who could no longer remain calm, and gave the others a wink. Sheng Qing and the others nodded knowingly, got up, and walked out of the courtyard.
"Little Yingying, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and go invite Prince Jin!" Saint Orange's peach blossom eyes flashed, and she awkwardly smiled at Huang Ying, who was still standing there in a daze.
"Oh, oh..." Huang Ying finally came to her senses and walked out with a puzzled look on her face. Prince Jin is here, so why are Sister Shengqing and the others leaving? And the sect leader doesn't seem to have said anything yet.
A moment later, a figure in green appeared before the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord had already put down his book, sat up, and stared straight at Jin Xuan, a fleeting thought flashing in his usually calm eyes.
"Your Majesty, why did you leave without saying goodbye?" Jin Xuan questioned him directly upon arrival, his calm tone concealing his suppressed anger.
"Something's wrong." The Holy Lord lowered her eyes slightly and said calmly, not wanting Jin Xuan to see the complicated look in her eyes. He couldn't answer this question.
"What is it?" Jin Xuan sat down directly in front of the Holy Emperor and asked in a deep voice.
"Does Your Highness seem to be meddling too much?" The Holy Emperor raised his eyes and said indifferently.
"You...it seems I really have been meddling in other people's business too much." Jin Xuan was so angry at the Holy King's aloofness that he almost flew into a rage, but when he met those eyes that were just like the King's now covered with a layer of ice, a chill immediately ran from the soles of his feet to his heart, instantly sobering him up. He coldly replied, what right did he have to be angry? What was he angry about? He was not the King; they had only known each other for a few days and were not even friends.
"Did Your Highness come all this way just to question the Holy Lord about his abrupt departure?" The Holy Lord turned his head slightly and said coldly, not wanting Jin Xuan to see any fluctuation in his emotions.
"Yes... no, I came here because of the rumors that have been circulating in the martial arts world recently." Jin Xuan stopped himself from saying "yes" and made an excuse. He had only heard the rumors after he caught up with the emperor, and he couldn't help but worry. After all, the entire martial arts world was determined to get the so-called "treasure" on the Holy Emperor. Even if the Holy Emperor's martial arts were high, he couldn't fight against so many people.
"Why are you so sure it's a rumor?" The Holy King, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, asked in return, knowing it was just an excuse.
"During the trip to the Seven Temples Tower, I accompanied you, but there was no treasure map! This must have been deliberately spread by someone with ulterior motives. As for the secret manual..." Jin Xuan's deep eyes stared directly into the Holy Lord's seemingly smiling eyes as he spoke calmly. Such eyes were too alluring, just like the Holy Lord's.
"As for the secret manual, it is real, and the secret manual is the real purpose. The treasure map is just a smokescreen to lure more greedy people to come and seize the treasure." The Holy King's unfathomable eyes shone with confidence and all-knowing light as he spoke calmly.
"It seems everything is under the Holy Ruler's control. Does the Holy Ruler know who is behind this?" Jin Xuan asked calmly with a slight smile, his deep eyes filled with admiration.
"It doesn't matter who it is, what matters is who the final victor is!" The Holy King waved his white robe and said calmly, as if their conversation was just an ordinary exchange.
Jin Xuan felt that his eyes were very bright and dazzling. The Holy Emperor, who was so confident and in control of everything, was really dazzling. It was as if the whole world respected him. He stood outside the mortal world, proudly between heaven and earth, looking down on all living beings.
“That’s right, and besides, there’s a mysterious figure helping us.” Jin Xuan suddenly smiled knowingly and said calmly.
"The mysterious person," the Holy Lord raised an eyebrow and repeated.
“The other day, someone threw a dart into my room. There was a note on the dart. By the time I chased after the person, they had already disappeared. It’s clear that the person’s lightness skill was exceptional.” Jin Xuan said as he took out a note from his pocket and handed it to the Holy Emperor.
The Holy Emperor reached out and took the note. He glanced at the words on it, his usually calm eyes filled with a smile, as if he had expected it all along, and said, "Just as I predicted."
"What does Your Majesty believe this person's purpose is?" Jinxuan asked with a knowing smile.
"Didn't Your Highness just say that this person came to help? Since he is a friend and not an enemy, why be so concerned about his purpose?" the Holy Emperor replied calmly.
"Your Majesty's insight is profound." Jin Xuan bowed slightly to the Emperor, smiled, and appeared to be learning from him.
"Your Highness is too kind." Seeing Jinxuan's expression, the Holy Emperor couldn't help but chuckle. It had been a long time since he had been able to relax and joke around like this, and a long time since he had chatted and laughed with Jinxuan like this.
Jin Xuan's deep eyes suddenly darkened, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Does Your Majesty know Ling Aojun or Mojun?" Why is even their laughter so similar to Your Majesty's?
"I don't know him." The Holy Monarch's soft laughter abruptly stopped, his eyes darkening. He stood up, turned his back, and spoke with an even colder and more distant tone than before. Was he suspecting something?
"You really don't recognize me?" Jin Xuan also stood up, asking in a seemingly unconvinced tone, his voice filled with a doubt and pressure that frightened the Holy Emperor.
"Since Your Highness doesn't believe me, why bother asking?" The Holy Emperor said indifferently, his back still to Jin Xuan, though a hint of anger lingered in his voice.
Jin Xuan remained silent, his deep eyes flashing with a complex expression as he stared intently at Ru Jun's white-clad figure, his mind a jumble of thoughts: The Holy Lord was clearly running away, but what was he running away from? And why was he running away? ...Even if they were truly brothers and sisters, it was impossible for them to be so identical, wasn't it? Perhaps... but was it really possible?
In the bamboo courtyard, two figures, one in white and one in pure white, stood each lost in their own thoughts, seemingly about to stand there forever...
Inside the Imperial Study, Emperor Zhengxuan sat on the dragon throne, engrossed in reviewing memorials. He had spent the entire morning reviewing only one, as he spent most of the time lost in thought. Eunuch Li, watching from the side, sighed: "The Empress hasn't yet emerged from the grief over the Grand Tutor's passing. I doubt the Emperor can find peace even for a day. He also has to worry about Prince Jin. The Emperor is truly suffering, yet he still has to manage state affairs day and night. Who says being an emperor is all about enjoying life? That's the mark of a foolish ruler. A wise ruler like Your Majesty is truly a blessing for the Emperor!"
"Your Majesty." Suddenly, another person appeared in the Imperial Study. Chen Han, the Emperor's personal guard, bowed respectfully to Zheng Xuan, who was lost in thought.
"Chen Han, why are you back? Has Jindi already returned to the capital?" Zhengxuan was startled when he saw Chen Han and quickly stood up to ask.
As soon as Jinxuan left the capital, Zhengxuan sent Chen Han to follow him, fearing that something might happen to Jinxuan. In the past, there would have been no need to do this, as he was very confident in Jinxuan's abilities, which were in no way inferior to his own. In the martial arts world, Jinxuan was far superior to him. But now the situation was different. Jun's death had been a huge blow to Jinxuan, and this fight against the Seven Fiends Tower was more or less related to Jun. He was afraid that Jinxuan would be too caught up in the situation and unable to handle it rationally.
The news Chen Han sent a few days ago said that Jin Xuan and the new sect leader of the Holy Immortal Sect, Saint Lord, had joined forces to destroy the Seven Fiends Tower, but Jin Xuan had not returned to the capital for a long time. This made his originally excited heart increasingly uneasy. Logically speaking, once the matter was completed, Jin Xuan should have rushed back to the capital! After all, the Lord was still 'here'. What could be making him linger?
“Prince Jin has not returned to the capital. Chen Han’s incompetence has been discovered by Prince Jin. Prince Jin has ordered his subordinates to return to the capital and inform the Emperor that the Emperor need not worry any longer.” Chen Han knelt down and said sadly.
"Get up! This isn't your fault. With Jinxuan's martial arts skills, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find you." Zhengxuan waved his dragon robe sleeve weakly, then his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his voice deepened as he asked, "What has caused Prince Jin to linger instead of returning to the capital?"
“Your Majesty,” Chen Han stood up and replied.
"The new sect leader of the Holy Immortal Sect?" Zheng Xuan frowned, seemingly deep in thought as he muttered to himself. He tapped the dragon table and asked in a slightly somber voice, "What kind of person is the Holy Lord? Why is Brother Jin lingering for him?"
The Holy King, that mysterious and unpredictable figure, even with all the power of the royal family, we cannot find out where he came from. Just like the King before, perhaps only Qing'er knows where the King came from.
"Chen Han has never met the Holy Lord. She is too mysterious, surrounded by many capable and extraordinary people, making it impossible to get close to her unless he wants to. However, he never interacts with anyone, lives in the Duan residence, and does not see anyone except the Holy Immortal Sect. Even Duan Zhengfei cannot see him. But he is the only one who is willing to see the Prince, and even went with the Prince alone to wipe out the Seven Fiends Tower. According to the Prince, without the Holy Lord, no one could have truly found the location of the Seven Fiends Tower. He also killed the Seven Fiends Tower. After the Seven Fiends Tower was destroyed, the Holy Lord left without saying goodbye. When the Prince found out, he followed her..." Chen Han said as if narrating, without any emotion, but clearly, he was hiding something!
"Oh, that's all?" Zhengxuan raised an eyebrow, his anger barely contained. Chen Han had followed him for so many years; how could he not know that he had something to say, and it was the most important thing. Was the Holy Emperor really that mysterious? That powerful? Yet why was he treating Jin-di so differently? Was it a coincidence, or was it intentional? And why did Jin-xuan follow him?