"The Dao Master wishes for your safety."

These words seemed very sincere.

But... in truth, they were mocking.

Xie Xuanyi never believed in the kindness that Lu Yuzhen showed.

"You should know, I have little patience."

Xie Xuanyi did not intend to delve deep into the conversation any longer; the self-destruction of the Yin God Middle Realm had already attracted considerable attention, and soon someone from Lingqu City would come to investigate.

"Fine, the Dao Master has instructed not to become enemies with Lord Xie."

Chu Man felt somewhat helpless.

She smiled and stopped beating around the bush: "The Da Chu Dynasty's deployment has already been thoroughly understood by the Dao Master. Three fronts, advancing in three groups, to attack 'Pure White Mountain'. Lingqu City, where Lord Xie is located, is the southwestern front's stronghold. Once they enter the South Border, Hehuan Sect's 'Daoist Qian Yuan' will be responsible for guiding them... Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"..."

Xie Xuanyi frowned.

He knew the intelligence capabilities of the Paperman Sect were extremely strong.

But he didn't expect that as soon as the Da Chu treasure ship set out, Lu Yuzhen had already fully grasped their distribution.

"With the war imminent, Lingqu City is still filled with song and dance..."

Chu Man looked towards the distant sky, her tone filled with contempt: "It won't be long before these people learn the methods of the Paperman Sect. Lord Xie, with your status, why associate with these petty lowlifes?"

"How I conduct myself is not your place to teach."

Xie Xuanyi's face was expressionless: "If I were here in person, you would already be a corpse by now."

Chu Man smiled again, not minding at all.

"Now that Pure White Mountain faces enemies on three fronts, this battle will be larger than the North Sea battle ten years ago..."

"But for the Dao Master, achieving victory is as easy as a hand's turn."

The distant sky began to fill with the sound of flowing light.

Chu Man squinted her eyes, slowly retreating.

She did not forget to bow, leaving her final warm and gentle warning: "Lord Xie, you should stay away from this battle... There is still time."

With that said.

The white paper fluttered and turned to ashes.

Xie Xuanyi stared deeply in the direction Chu Man left, sensing something wasn't quite right.

The cultivators of Lingqu City had already arrived nearby.

He shook his head and immediately departed using Sword Control.

...

...

City Lord Mansion.

The banquet ended, the clamor dispersed, only cold silence remained.

Zong Bi, dressed in a wide cloud robe, sat in a wicker chair in the pavilion, his expression heavy. He stared across the railing, observing the streaks of sword light in the distant sky.

The banquet should have lasted longer, but it seemed some "accident" had occurred on the outskirts of the city.

Ye Qinglian had left the banquet using Sword Control.

The others had also followed suit one after another.

Zong Bi dispatched two trusted subordinates to go, while he stayed at the City Lord Mansion.

The cold wind swept through.

The alcohol's effects were completely blown away.

With no one around, Zong Bi took out a rosy token, and sent out a Divine Thought.

"Was it done by your people?"

The token did not respond.

But the cold wind suddenly became swift, and a pair of young and strong hands reached out from the darkness, gently placing themselves on his shoulders.

"...?"

Zong Bi's pupils contracted.

This was his residence, the most heavily guarded place within Lingqu City's formations. Before taking out the token, his Divine Thought had enveloped the entire pavilion.

"Lord Zong."

The young man's voice behind him sounded very light.

Yet it made Zong Bi's hair stand on end.

"Who are you?"

Zong Bi's Divine Thought enveloped the entire pavilion, concentrating it in one area, yet he could not see through the shadows behind him. The young man standing behind his wicker chair seemed to be one with the darkness.

"Not important."

Xie Xuanyi pushed the wicker chair, slowly taking two steps forward.

The recent assassination attempt was very sudden.

And very coincidental.

Now, all the strong cultivators in Lingqu City were drawn by the "Yin God" self-destruction outside the city. Zong Bi happened to stay at the City Lord Mansion, providing a rare opportunity. As soon as Xie Xuanyi returned to Lingqu City, he came directly here.

Everything went smoother than expected.

"Boom!"

As they talked, fireworks soared above Lingqu City.

In an instant, the pavilion was illuminated by the glow of the fire.

But this wave of cascading, surging fireworks, ultimately stopped just before the wicker chair, casting a bright light on Zong Bi's face.

The countless brilliant glows did not illuminate Xie Xuanyi's face.

They only highlighted a pair of white as jade hands pressing on the wicker chair.

"No need to worry, you will not die just yet."

Xie Xuanyi glanced down at Zong Bi's right sleeve, slowly saying: "If you are willing to cooperate, you can live much longer..."

Zong Bi's cheek twitched slightly.

It was as if he felt the gaze from the person behind.

He silently put away the dagger that had slipped out of his sleeve.

"What do you need me to do?"

Zong Bi took a deep breath, trying to calm his voice.

"I am going to use the 'Soul Stationing Technique' next."

Xie Xuanyi said gently: "Don't resist, open your Purple Mansion."

Soul Stationing Technique.

Like Soul Searching Technique.

It was a notorious cultivation technique of the Demon Sect!

Once the Soul Stationing Technique is activated, the Divine Sea of the subject will be destroyed... from then on, whether they live or die, it all depends on the will of the caster!

"What?!"

Zong Bi's rage was like thunder: "You might as well kill me!"

Instantly, he gripped the dagger and thrust it out.

The young man in the dark seemed to have anticipated this move.

Xie Xuanyi acted faster than Zong Bi, slightly tilting his head to dodge this burst of killing intent, then crossing his hands, instantly disarming the dagger, and then using it to stab Zong Bi in the shoulder.

It all happened so fast!

From assault to counterassault... it happened in an instant!

In the next moment, they returned to their previous positions.

Xie Xuanyi remained relaxed and leisurely, still pressing and pushing the wicker chair.

Meanwhile, Zong Bi was slumped in the chair, but now with a silver dagger stuck in his shoulder, his face pale, and his breathing heavy.

"If you really want to die, I can grant you that."

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