"Yu Ji?! Yu Ji is the son of the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect? Then the gu in your body isn't..."
Yuchi Feng looked in astonishment and recalled the remnants of insect wings in the medicinal soup he had drunk. He immediately understood and shuddered.
"Although the gu in my body was also placed by someone from the Ten Thousand Gu Sect, the method to remove the gu can only be done by the person who placed it. Yu Ji can only suppress it, not eliminate it." Feng Tingliu shook his head and said.
"Then does he know the truth about the death of the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect?"
"Yu Ji doesn't know. He only knows that the Sect Master called him to the room that night. But when he arrived, he found the Sect Master lying in a pool of blood, without a breath. Moreover... Yu Ji has been at odds with him for many years, and naturally became the target of everyone's accusation."
Yuchi Feng didn't expect that someone as unrestrained as Yu Ji also had such a past.
Although he didn't ask why Yu Ji had been at odds with his father for many years, he could vaguely sense that he was also a person who had been "abandoned", just like Xia Yi and Ruo Lan.
Yuchi Feng didn't know how many such abandoned people there were in Li Du City.
But he was certain that everyone in Li Du City had an unknown past.
In the blink of an eye, the two had returned to the residence.
Although the group didn't engage in debauchery at Zui Hua Lou, Feng Tingliu still felt exhausted and lay down on the bed early.
"Can I stay with the young master?" Yuchi Feng squatted by the bed, holding onto the edge of the bed with one hand, looking at him with eager eyes like a puppy and asked softly.
"You go and rest well. We don't know when the prefect will make a move. Be ready at any time."
As Feng Tingliu spoke, he raised his hand, and his slender fingers lightly tapped on Yuchi Feng's forehead.
The touch was slightly cool, causing Yuchi Feng's heartstrings to tremble.
"Yes." He lowered his head in response. After tucking in the corner of the blanket for Feng Tingliu, he quietly withdrew.
Feng Tingliu sent someone to monitor the prefect. Whenever there was the slightest sign of trouble, someone would come to report.
Since the meeting at Zui Hong Lou, Feng Tingliu and Bai Yichen haven't been able to contact the Censor again.
Presumably, the prefect's spies are closely watching him, or he is busy investigating corruption and has no time to contact them.
The people of the Feng residence often saw the Censor at the prefect's entrance, but often before the Censor could be alone for half an incense stick's time, someone from the prefect would approach.
It seemed like a reception, but in reality, it was surveillance.
Feng Tingliu waited for three days for news, but there was still no movement. Instead, another piece of information arrived.
Xia Yi stood in the courtyard, holding a young man who was tied up with ropes and still struggling. He threw the person in front of Feng Tingliu with a grin.
The young man looked up in terror, and the strange black demonic mark on his left eye was immediately exposed.
"Oh?" Feng Tingliu sat in the main seat, looking at the rather familiar face, and raised an eyebrow.
This person was the member of the Evil Cult who was causing trouble in the street and was caught by Jiang Teng on the day the group first arrived in Liu Du City.
Logically, Jiang Teng vowed to eliminate the Evil Cult, but how could the person in his hands appear here unharmed - without even a scratch?
When the Evil Cult saw Feng Tingliu, he immediately panicked and squirmed like a worm, attempting to escape.
Xia Yi immediately stepped on his back to stop his struggles.
"Brother Feng, I caught this person near the stronghold of the Zhu Xie Society. I saw him acting suspiciously. I didn't expect it to be the guy who was caught once before!"
"Interesting, did you escape from the Zhu Xie Society?" Feng Tingliu supported his head with one hand and sized him up.
The Evil Cult's eyes rolled around, and he quickly put on an ingratiating smile, lying on the ground and saying, "Yes, yes."
"I heard that the person who made you cause trouble in Bei Ji City is me? How come I'm hearing this for the first time?" Feng Tingliu narrowed his eyes, and his crimson eyes were filled with unmasked anger.
"Hehe, I just do things for money... Someone asked me to say so. Your Excellency, please be magnanimous and let me go."
"Oh? Who gave you the money, and where is the money? Tell me."
"This..."
The Evil Cult stammered and couldn't answer. His eyes turned left and right, trying to find a loophole. But there were too many people in the courtyard, leaving him no chance to escape.
"A member of the old Evil Cult, hired by someone, when captured by the people of the Zhu Xie Society, framed Liu Du City for the crime, and then escaped from the Zhu Xie Society unharmed. Do you know the meaning of what you said?"
Feng Tingliu's fingertips tapped on the armrest of the wooden chair. The sounds made the Evil Cult's back turn cold, and he broke out in a sweat.
"What, what does it mean?"
"It means that the Zhu Xie Society is colluding with the old Evil Cult to frame Liu Du City!"
Feng Tingliu was furious and slapped the armrest with one hand. The mahogany armrest shattered with a loud crash, and the broken wood scattered.
Yuchi Feng was shocked. But he also thought that the more important thing was Feng Tingliu's hand, which had such strength with this slap.
He hurriedly stepped forward to check Feng Tingliu's palm to make sure it wasn't injured by the wood, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't be angry, young master."
"Get out of the way." Feng Tingliu waved Yuchi Feng's hand away and continued to stare at the trembling Evil Cult.
Yuchi Feng sighed and quietly stood behind him.
"No! I'm not! I wouldn't want to be with the Zhu Xie Society!" The Evil Cult stretched his neck and resisted.
"No? You're still stubborn when you're on the verge of death. Come! Lock him in the basement and interrogate him carefully!"
"Yes!"
The servants stepped forward and dragged the still struggling and attempting to escape Evil Cult down. The Evil Cult was too thin and weak, and for a moment, he really had no ability to resist.
Feng Tingliu glanced at the shattered armrest and stood up.
When Yuchi Feng saw this, he quickly moved the chair away and brought a new one and placed it.
Feng Tingliu didn't even turn to look. Just by hearing the sound of him moving the chair, he sat down smoothly.
Thetacit agreement was remarkable.
Yuchi Feng rubbed his nose. At this moment, he almost thought that he had been serving Feng Tingliu for many years, rather than just a few months after losing his memory.
"Don't be angry, young master." Yuchi Feng stepped forward, placed his hand on Feng Tingliu's shoulder, and gently massaged it.
Feng Tingliu pinched the space between his eyebrows and said, "I don't know why the Zhu Xie Society has come to this point, joining forces with the old Evil Cult. Are they worthy of their name?!"
Yuchi Feng was also surprised by this, but upon careful thought, he could find something even more terrifying:
"If the Second Prince is joining forces with the old Evil Cult, wouldn't the Zhu Xie Society also be in their camp?"
Feng Tingliu naturally realized this point and sneered, "What a bunch of scoundrels."
The orthodox martial arts sects, the old Evil Cult, and the Second Prince. If these three factions join forces, it will surely cause a great turmoil.
"Young master, don't worry. Our Liu Du City, the Evil Cult, and the Fifth Prince are joining forces. How could we lose to them?" While helping him massage his shoulders, Yuchi Feng said.
After hearing this, Feng Tingliu raised an eyebrow.
"That's right. Tit for tat."
In his tone, there was even a hint of self-mockery.
Just as Feng Tingliu stood up and was about to return to his room to rest. A person rushed inhurry and, upon seeing Feng Tingliu, immediately knelt down to report:
"Young master! The prefect of Bei Ji has left the residence by carriage!"
Feng Tingliu stopped in his tracks and turned to look, with a strange smile on his face.
"Ha, just as I expected."
Night fell.
People in the residence were hurrying around, and the clashing of knives and weapons made a clanging sound.
Feng Tingliu changed into a new set of black tight-fitting clothing. The close-fitting clothes and trousers accentuated his long legs and slender waist, making him extremely attractive.
The Feng Liu Sword was drawn from its sheath, and the blade glowed coldly in the moonlight, a prelude to bloodshed.
The long sword was sheathed and carried on his back, adding a more fierce aura to Feng Tingliu.
Yuchi Feng was dressed in the same manner, but the tight-fitting clothing made him appear tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, giving off a sense of oppression.
Feng Tingliu glanced at Yuchi Feng, sized him up from top to bottom, until Yuchi Feng's face turned red, then he withdrew his gaze.
"Not bad, let's go."
"Yes!"
The two walked out.
Feng Tingliu had already sent a message to Bai Yichen. At this moment, the disciples of the Huashan Sect on the other side of Bei Ji City were also taking action.
But they didn't dare to expose themselves too much, but were waiting for an opportunity.
Under the cover of night, several people dressed in blackNight Clothes were sneaking around the prefect.
They were vigilant and cautious, communicating with gestures. After confirming with each other, they jumped into the prefect's residence one after another.
The disciples of the Huashan Sect wore white and stood in the distance, watching the sounds from this side.
A young disciple turned to look at Bai Yichen, who had a serious expression, and asked cautiously, "Elder, why don't we make a move now? If it's too late, people will die."
"Wait. If we make a move without permission, it will expose our relationship with the Censor." Bai Yichen said in a cold voice.
The disciple nodded upon hearing this, "I understand. We have to pretend to beAct bravely and not show that we are specifically here to help the Censor!"
Bai Yichen nodded, "Yes."
After receiving Bai Yichen's affirmation, the disciple's face showed a delighted expression.
It has to be said that Bai Yichen is quite popular among the younger disciples. Because he is handsome and unrestrained. Although he seems cold, he is actually a very gentle person, completely different from the other elders.
"Will the people of Liu Du City help us? Why don't they enter the residence with us?"
"The people of Liu Du City can't show themselves. They will be clearing the Evil Cult around. We just need to protect the Censor."
Although Bai Yichen's expression was calm when he spoke, his fist in his sleeve tightened slightly.
While they were talking, the old Evil Cult on the other side had already made their move.
Inside the prefect's residence, a scream suddenly rang out.
"Move!"
Upon Bai Yichen's order, more than ten disciples of the Huashan Sect used their lightness skills and rushed towards the prefect's residence.
The prefect's residence was in chaos. The Evil Cult was burning, killing, looting, and causing chaos in the midst of the flames and the chaos of battle.
The concubines and servants left in the residence were all affected. They cried and shouted for help and ran, but were blocked by the Evil Cult at the entrance, watching helplessly as others were killed.
And the next one would be themselves.
The concubine didn't even know who the attackers were. Just seeing the demonic marks on their faces, she felt extremely strange and her legs turned weak.
"Hehe, little lady, blame your husband who left you behind." The Evil Cult member showed an evil smile, drew his knife and approached, grabbing the woman's arm.
"No! Save me - Help - "
While she was pleading for help, a white-robed Taoist landed gracefully, as if an immortal had come to save the people in the mortal world. The long sword danced, and before the Evil Cult member could react, the sword light pierced through his heart.
The Evil Cult member fell to the ground, leaving the terrified woman and the already numerous corpses.
Bai Yichen looked at the innocent people on the ground, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth as he rushed towards the place with more people.
What kind of salvation is this? Unable to come earlier to save these innocent people who have been implicated by the struggle for the throne, he is also a sinner.
Inevitable sacrifices are unavoidable.
No matter how powerful and influential he, Bai Yichen, is, he can't save everyone.