Yun Zhonghe said, "May I ask you, gentlemen? How can I help you?"
A warrior said, "Listen carefully. There can only be one immortal in the City of Torn Gust, and that is the Blue Immortal. We can only assume that any charlatan with ulterior motives is seeking death."
Having said that, he suddenly pulled out his sword, aimed it right at Yun Zhonghe's chest, and said coldly, "Remember to look more clearly when you are reincarnated to your next lifetime. Make sure you don't offend someone you shouldn't, even if by accident. Now, die!"
Then the warrior forcefully pierced the sword right through Yun Zhonghe's chest.
Xu Anting and his sister, as well as the few warriors of the Order of Black Dragons, could no longer hold back and rushed out to his rescue.
***
Meanwhile!
Behind a window that was not too far away, a pair of eyes watched out over all that was happening. The eyes belonged to the leader of the warriors of Black Blood Hall, those whom Lady Cold Jade had sent over.
They wanted to determine if Yun Zhonghe was a secret spy sent by another country, and whether or not he was part of a larger gang or group.
"It's very easy to determine whether this fortune-teller is a spy from another country. Just make a move to kill him. If someone comes to his rescue, it will prove that he is part of a gang, and so, the possibility of him being a spy is much greater," Lady Cold Jade had said.
"If he places his life at our mercy, it goes to show that he may not necessarily be a spy from another country."
"Let's wait. Let's have a good look and see if there's anyone who comes to his rescue! It's best if someone does come to rescue him. That way, not only would we uncover one spy, we could even apprehend a whole bunch of them and uncover another country's entire hidden spy network."
***
Yun Zhonghe saw the sharp blade of that warrior's sword move toward him and he suddenly felt very anxious.
It was not death that he was afraid of.
Though he had currently lost the efficacy of his mind-reading skills, Yun Zhonghe could still see that the other party had no murderous intent.
After all, Patient Sixteen had already possessed him several times, so Yun Zhonghe himself had also picked up a smattering of mind-reading skills.
From the depths of their eyes, he could see that the other party exuded absolutely no murderous aura.
This… was definitely just them sounding him out.
But this was, on the contrary, more dangerous for him. Xu Anting and his sister, Xu Antiing, were concerned about his safety. So, they would surely be somewhere near him right then. If they were to see that his life was in danger, they might make a move to save him.
And the moment they made a move, almost half of their group would be exposed.
Though there was no way to prove that they were secret spies from another country, why else would they be hiding here in the middle of the night? And why would they come out to save a fortune-teller who was nothing more than a charlatan?
There was no need for evidence when the City of Torn Gust captured undercover spies from other countries. As long as they had any doubts or suspicion, they would quickly make their move.
Under Jing Zhongyue's absolute will, how vicious and decisive the means deployed by those of the Black Blood Hall could be, was simply unimaginable.
As long as there was suspicion, Black Blood Hall would capture all the people of Anting Tavern. Black Blood Hall would first torture them using cruel methods, then kill them all.
There was a need to stop them from coming forward. They had to be stopped.
How to stop them?
All of a sudden, Yun Zhonghe burst out laughing. He did not beg for mercy while facing the sharp sword that was about to pierce through him. Instead, he opened his mouth and began to sing aloud.
It was a song of intense fervor, as though he did not fear death at all.
And this song, entitled 'Ambush from All Sides', was a song that did not exist in this world. Yun Zhonghe had only played it in front of the siblings, Xu Anting and Xu Antiing.
So, they were quickly able to recognize the song when they heard it.
Ambush from all sides. This was Yun Zhonghe telling them that there was an ambush here. It was dangerous!
Don't show yourself, and don't do anything at all.
Therefore, both brother, Xu Anting, and sister, Xu Antiing, immediately halted in their tracks and remained hidden in the house. They did not move an inch.
"Pllkkkcchhhh…" The warrior's sword suddenly stabbed right into Yun Zhonghe's chest.
But there was only a momentary coldness, and there was no pain.
That was because this was a retractable sword, a prop for performing tricks.
It seemed like the tip of the sword had pierced into his chest, but actually, it was being retracted into the body of the sword.
There was absolute silence in their surroundings.
The warrior was quiet and unmoving, still pretending to have stabbed Yun Zhonghe.
Behind the windows of the house at the original location, a pair of eyes watched everything in the surroundings intensely with a sharp gaze. Still, no movement was detected, nor did he see anyone else making an appearance.
"It seems like we have been oversensitive," the leader of the warriors of Black Blood Hall said.
Then, he opened his mouth to let out the cry of a nightingale.
Upon hearing the nightingale's cry, the warrior who was jabbing Yun Zhonghe with the sword immediately retracted his prop.
Yun Zhonghe's test was considered over.
"Let's go, Mr. Yun. Do follow us where we are headed!"
Yun Zhonghe lowered his head to take a look at his chest. There was still a small wound, after all.
"Where to?" Yun Zhonghe asked.
"You will know when you get there," the warrior said. "Come, carry Mr. Yun up to the carriage. We are going to take him away."
Yun Zhonghe gave a cold sneer and said, "Without eight palanquins, I'm not going, I'm not going…"
But without saying another word, the warrior of the residence of the castellan lifted him up and threw him into the carriage. The carriage then drove toward the residence of the castellan.
Yun Zhonghe laid in the carriage and let out a long breath as he lightly felt his armpits.
That special mudpill was still in there. However, to enter the residence of the castellan, he would still have to undergo a full-body search, so it was not safe for him to hide it in his armpit. He needed to hide it somewhere else.
His mind was continuously racing with thoughts along the way, as he wanted to recall the strong characteristics of this person, Jing Wubian.
Firstly, Jing Wubian really was a psychotic character. Typical reasoning would not work with him, and it was impossible to use common sense with him.
Secondly, he had two favorite methods of killing people. If he were just feeling an ordinary level of anger, then everyone would be treated similarly, then chopped into pieces.
As for those who he hated the most, he used another method of killing them, which was to feed them to the tigers.
***
When Yun Zhonghe opened his eyes again, he found himself already seated in a splendid and magnificent room.
Looking up, the first thing he saw was an extremely handsome young man dressed in exquisitely embroidered clothes, lying lazily on a large, elegant chair with legs set widely apart.
Upon first sight, only one thought appeared in Yun Zhonghe's mind.
This was a man who had no regard for kinship.
It was not literally a total disregard for kinship, but rather something similar to the excitement felt from scoring a 60% on a test and it being the first time he passed in his life. And so, on the way home, he walked like a crab with lateral vision, which caused him to totally disregard anyone along the way.
When he was on Earth, Yun Zhonghe had seen many super-rich second generations, but none could possibly be richer than the one right in front of him.
He had land that stretched across 13,000 square kilometers as his territory, hundreds of thousands of people as his subjects, and even his house was piled with mountains of gold and a sea of silver.
His domineering, arrogant, frivolous, dunderheaded, and vicious character was wholly written on that face of his, which seemed to suggest a failing kidney [1].
Undoubtedly, this had to be Jing Wubian.
And this person seemed to be more seriously ill than Yun Zhonghe had imagined. Both his eyes were red, and he even showed symptoms of running a fever. His face would twitch occasionally, and he seemed to be suffering from unimaginable pain.
For a long time to come in the future, Yun Zhonghe would probably have to follow this good-for-nothing son around.
This will be my future sovereign, really…? This is just so interesting, simply exciting.
This Jing Wubian was a lunatic. Ordinary reasoning would not work on him; remember this well. Remember this well.
And at that moment, Jing Wubian was also looking at Yun Zhonghe. In his mind, there was only one question: This person in front of him, should he first be strangled and then chopped into pieces? Or should he simply be thrown to the tiger and mauled to death?
It was only when Jing Wubian's anger had reached a certain level that he fed people to the tiger. That scene was simply too cruel. The tiger would open its bloody mouth wide and then land a ferocious bite. At that time, the person would not die immediately, and would thus be watching themselves be devoured by the tiger.
***
Yun Zhonghe's gaze stopped to inspect Jing Wubian's face for less than three seconds, as it was immediately attracted by another person.
It was a woman, a cold and sharp woman.
WOW!
She was so beautiful. The main reason was that she had such a hot figure. Her long legs would beat those of any supermodel's hands down, and she was filled with an absolute sense of strength.
The only thing was that her eyes were so fierce that it would make people afraid of her.
Who was this?
Judging from the way she dressed, she was not Jing Zhongyue. But she did hold a high position because she was standing in front of Jing Wubian and looking at him with eyes filled with disdain.
If his guess was right, this was Lady Cold Jade.
This woman was the head of Black Blood Hall, a martial arts genius in the City of Torn Gust. Many country's spies had died in her hands. The number was at least in the hundreds of thousands. That was to say, this lady was explicitly dedicated to killing people like Yun Zhonghe.
The bane of all secret spies.
It was no wonder she was promoted to the top of the City of Torn Gust's management despite her being in her twenties. Just looking at her career path, it was really astonishing.
Yun Zhonghe looked at her waist first. He lowered his gaze, then looked up higher for his third peek. His fourth look was at her face.
Finally, his entire vision focused on the vantage point.
Was his look really completely void of any guise?
My dear sister, I made up my mind the moment I laid my eyes on you.
From today onwards, you will be my second concubine in the City of Torn Gust.
Several people who were there were also completely dumbstruck.
D*mn!
Horny men were no new sight, but this was the first time she came across one who was not afraid to die.
All the men who dared to stare at Lady Cold Jade with such lecherous eyes were dead, all of them having had their eyes gouged out.
You wretched man, your eyes are about to pop out of your head and fall onto Lady Cold Jade's chest.
"Miss, how old are you? Where would the hometown of a fairy like you be? Are you married? Please, with due courtesy, let me, Yun AoTian, extend my greeting to you." Yun Zhonghe was very refined and polite as he bowed to Lady Cold Jade.
Then he pulled out an old, tattered paper fan from his arms and flicked it open. He spread his legs slightly apart and fanned himself in an unrestrained manner.
Of course, this scene should present a dashing and charming view.
But it was a pity, for Yun Zhonghe was currently wearing the guise of a forty or fifty-year-old man with hair like weeds, clothes like rags, and no shoe on one foot. Furthermore, the cloth shoe that he wore on the other had two gaping holes, exposing two stubborn toes to the outside.
A living example of a slovenly beggar.
And his old, tattered paper fan had four words written on it: Venereal Disease, Worry Not.
There was also a small line of text below: Worry-free Medical Hall, specializes in the treatment of venereal diseases, bringing happiness back to you.
It was a medical clinic in the City of Torn Gust that specialized in treatment for some unspeakably nasty diseases. This fan was specifically used for advertising, just like those advertisements of old herbalist doctors hanging on the electrical poles that were seen in later generations.
Seeing the fan that Yun Zhonghe was holding could easily raise questions on whether or not he had visited this clinic for treatment.
And this opening act of his, really… startled the crowd right to their very core.
Jing Wubian and Cold Jade had thought about this many times, but they really had not expected Mr. Yun to be someone who was such a… person who hunted for a sense of novelty.
"You're that Immortal Yun who claims to be a divine psychic and have a third eye?" Jing Wubian asked.
"That's right. That would be me," Yun Zhonghe replied. But his eyes were still staring at Lady Cold Jade. He was even flirting with his eyes.
It was just that, at that time, that dirty, old look, and that beaming countenance that showed how enraptured he was, were simply too… cheap.
"Young lady, I am good at physiognomy reading. You have a face that speaks of your compatibility with men. In the future, you will have three sons and two daughters. Of course, out of the five elements, you are short of water, so you must find a husband with the water element. The cloud is the mother of all waters and will be the best match for you. In the future, your son can take after your surname and be given the name Lengyun. This is a name that can be used for both males and females, isn't it wonderful?"
The people around were all grinning from ear to ear as they looked at this old beggar in front of them with disbelief.
This is the very first time you have met Lady Cold Jade and you have already come up with names for her future children?
Lady Cold Jade's eyes were filled with coldness as she said, "Yun AoTian, are you not afraid of death at all?"
"I am scared, scared to death," he said.
Lady Cold Jade said, "Then why are you still courting death so desperately?"
"I don't know why, but from the very first time I laid eyes on you, I got this strong impulse that almost made me lose all control and go berserk," Yun Zhonghe said.
At that time, there was still no one stepping forward to offer him support. There should have been someone taking the initiative to ask, what impulse?
No one has stepped forward to help? Then I shall do it myself.
Yun Zhonghe pinched his throat to transform himself as he mimicked Lady Cold Jade's voice and said, "What impulse?"
Then he, Yun Zhonghe, looked at Lady Cold Jade with blazing eyes and said, "It's either I die under your sword, my lady, or you, my lady, shall die under my sword."
The crowd was stunned.
Someone who sought death so desperately, really… It was the first time they had seen someone like this.
Even Jing Wubian was utterly shocked. Everyone knew that he regarded Lady Cold Jade as his exclusive property. And this beggar right in front of him was actually crazy enough to be flirting with her. He was flirting with the head of Black Blood Hall, the one person whose name could make people tremble with fear, and the one person who had killed countless people.
Could this man actually be… tired of living?
[1] The symptoms of this are low energy, a pale face, and sweating, suggesting that is how he looks.