C35 Plotting

The night of the Blue City was still so beautiful and intoxicating. This ancient city, which had stood for who knows how many years to the south of the War God Mansion, still continued to exude its enchanting and desolate aura.

Ever since a man called Empress Ye walked into this ancient city a few thousand years ago and established the Nightingale's Castle, the traces of the Ye Family were firmly imprinted onto this ancient city. Blue City belonged to the Ye Family, and Ye Family belonged to the Blue City.

Xue Wuhen was bored to death as he casually walked on the thirteenth street with Elder Mo following closely behind him. The night at Blue City was indeed beautiful, and the ladies of Thirteenth Street were a little more passionate than the night at the Snowfall City building. However, he was still bored and felt a little helpless.

He had already lived in the Blue City for more than two months, and there seemed to be a rumor in his family that he had gone out to train, but instead went to the thirteenth street in the Blue City. And there were also some rumors that were unfavorable for him within the Nightingale's Castle, which were mostly about lecherous, playboy, etc.

However, only Elder Shi and Elder Mo who were by his side knew — that there was really nothing the Young Lord could do. If they did not find something to do and put on an act, they would always live in the Nightingale's Castle. Therefore, for the past month, the three of them seemed to have explored every building on Thirteenth Street. They even seemed to be able to recite the names of the red tags in every building.

"Is there any news from the Barbarian City?"

Xue Wuhen looked at the entrance of the building, and saw those chirpy women who continuously winked at him. He smiled slightly, and nodded from time to time, gently waving his fan.

Hearing his master's question, Elder Mo took a step forward and replied respectfully: "Not yet, but I think it should be soon."

"Trash." Xue Wuhen cursed in a low voice and went into a building.

It was located in the middle of Thirteenth Avenue in the Blue City, and was in the flesh business. The old procuress of the building was called Sister Feng. Although she had reached the age of a few children, she still looked like she had just passed the age of twenty. Her pair of azure eyes were very alluring.

However, not only were her phoenix-like eyes beautiful, she was also very good at looking at people. At this moment, she was swaying as she descended the stairs. From afar, she saw Xue Wuhen and the other two who had just entered the room, and her phoenix eyes suddenly lit up, spitting out a voice that was even more pleasing to the ear than an oriole bird: "Yo, I heard the magpie chirping non-stop since a long time ago, I don't know what good things might happen to it. But now that I see Young Master Xue, I finally understand."

"Feng Niang is too polite." Xue Wuhen nodded his head lightly, he did not mind, this kind of flattery was actually quite comfortable to listen to, but once he heard it every day, it became a little boring.

"Old rules?" Sister Feng smiled sweetly.

Xue Wuhen nodded indifferently, he went upstairs and entered his own room. This room was not like the others, with large pink beds and a special smell of sandalwood. It was clean and concise, with a few sandalwood tables and chairs, and a few landscape paintings. It was as if he had entered a study rather than a brothel.

"Greetings, Young Lord."

The side door of the room suddenly opened. Feng Niang's phoenix eyes flashed with a bright light as she saluted. Her expression was solemn and devoid of any trace of dust.

"How are your preparations?" Xue Wuhen nodded his head indifferently and picked up a cup of tea.

Feng Niang hurriedly bowed, and said respectfully: "Reporting to Young Lord, this subordinate has prepared a mission five days from now, and has already made close arrangements. Unless Ye Family and the three old fellows come out, this mission is guaranteed to be completed."

"It's not that serious. I will arrange the Ye Family well. I want you to guarantee that the girl definitely won't die before we deliver her to the Snowfall City. If she dies, you die. " Xue Wuhen was feeling a little helpless. Since it was impossible for him to take the side path, he could only take the risk. He had to take that girl.

"Dong, dong, dong."

Knocking sounds came from outside the door. Xue Wuhen was a little angry and turned to look at Sister Feng. There was a trace of scolding in his eyes. Sister Feng quickly bowed and apologized. She then opened the door to her room and whispered into it.

"Creak!"

The door was pushed open once again. Sister Feng walked in with a grave expression. She said, "It seems that this mission can only be carried out in advance. It would be best if it was tonight."

"What's going on?" Xue Wuhen's brows twitched, and he had a trace of a bad premonition.

Xue Yi and the others died, but Ye Qinghan was the one who killed them. Furthermore, Ye Qinghan is currently rushing back to the Blue City, so perhaps he might be able to hurry back by tomorrow morning. Sister Feng tried her best to calm herself down as she endured the shock in her heart.

"Clang!"

The teacup in his hand quietly fell to the ground, breaking into pieces. Xue Wuhen's mouth was agape, wanting to say something, but he did not say anything. Elder Mo and Elder Shi stared at the tea-leaves scattered on the ground like dragons' tongues, silently digesting the deep meaning of this message.

"Call the person who sent the message in."

After a long while, Xue Wuhen suddenly said, his voice was cold and ice-cold.

Niu Jin and his two entourage members were called into the room. When they saw the handsome, yet calm, youngster standing at the head of the group, they immediately bowed in greeting. He then narrated everything he had seen, heard, and thought without missing a single detail. He knew that a single mistake could sometimes mean the disappearance of a life. He knew that this youth had the right and the ability.

"Alright, you three may leave. Sister Feng, arrange for them to go down for two days." Xue Wuhen had already calmed down after Ox-Gold and the others had entered the room. Although his heart was in turmoil, he could only forcefully suppress them. In front of the servants, he needed to be calm, and he had to be calm as well.

"Tonight."

After pondering for a long time, he stood up with determination and said four words. He then quickly pushed open the door and left.

...

Nightingale's Castle, West Branch, Drunken Heart Orchard.

As the young master of the Ye Family, Ye Qingkuang didn't act like those ordinary young masters right now as he wasted his youth and sperm on the thirteen great streets. There were also no silkpants from the Blue City like the others, who could explain the rich and powerful family clans and their fathers on certain occasions. Instead, he sat quietly in his own courtyard, closed his eyes and worked hard on cultivating the War Qi.

Many people did not understand, and did not know, that Ye Qingkuang had cultivated for even longer periods of time than he had to rest and play. Only Ye Qingkuang himself knew. Why work so hard? Why did he have to work so hard?

Because he was Ye Qingkuang, the young master of Ye Family, the first successor to the clan. If he didn't work hard, perhaps in a few years, he wouldn't be the young master, and he wouldn't be the successor. Because he was Ye Qingkuang, he needed to be crazy, and he also needed to have the ability to be crazy.

Many years ago, he had already known that as the father of the Blue City City Lord, even though he possessed incomparable strength and influence, he wasn't happy. He knew that his father had been suppressed by a name all his life. When the owner of that name was still alive, his father was still unable to raise his head, but after so many years, that person had still been suppressing his father like a mountain, unsurpassable, at least for now. That person had died, his grandfather had gone into seclusion, and his father had ascended to the throne. However, many people felt that the position he sat in was a bit forced and awkward.

Therefore, he had to work hard in cultivation so that his father's seat would be more secure and comfortable. And one day, he, Ye Qingkuang, would definitely surpass that person and envelop himself in the light of his Ye Family, shattering that mountain which was suppressing his father, and even causing his own name, War God Mansion, and even Flame Dragon Continent to tremble.

Xue Wuhen didn't know what Ye Qingkuang's ambitions and goals were, he only knew that he had to see tonight and persuade him to cooperate with one of his plans. Thus, he left Thirteenth Street and hurried over to Drunken Heart Orchard.

"Young Master Xue, why are you in such a hurry?"

Ye Qingkuang straightened the bun on his head and ordered the servants to prepare some tea.

"I have something to discuss with you." Xue Wuhen's expression was anxious, he stopped Ye Qingkuang and said softly.

"Oh? "Alright then!" Ye Qingkuang immediately indicated for the servants to disappear, as he smiled sweetly. The last time Xue Wuhen spoke to him like that, in the end he got ten bottles of Snow Spirit Pellets. Although the matter wasn't settled well, Xue Wuhen was still very generous and did not ask him for them. Therefore, when he saw Xue Wuhen's expression, he felt that another good thing was about to happen to him. He couldn't help but say excitedly: "Say, Young Master Xue's matters are my matters.

"These are ten bottles of high-level Snow Spirit Pills, the same grade as the last time." Xue Wuhen didn't say anything and took out ten white jade bottles from his chest and placed them on the table.

"How can I be embarrassed? I still haven't finished what I did last time." Ye Qingkuang laughed a little embarrassedly, but the fire in his eyes did not seem to be hidden from the beginning. This is good stuff! Last time, he gave four bottles to Ye Rong, and he was in pain for days.

One had to know that after the Martial Cultivator entered the general realm, they needed to accumulate a large amount of War Qi in order to step into an even higher realm. Where did the War Qi come from? That would require hard work in cultivation and a large number of Pills. Although his Ye Family had Pills s, it wasn't as good as the Snow Spirit Pellet with his Xue Family. Furthermore, unlike Xue Wuhen, who had already been appointed as young patriarch, there was still a big difference in treatment between the two.

Xue Wuhen pretended not to see Ye Qingkuang's fiery eyes, and said a bit embarrassedly: "I'm not afraid of Young Master Kuang's jokes, but that girl is actually … It looks very similar to my first love, and my first love was killed by my family when I was 16, so … Cough cough, I just received a message from the family. I must rush back to the family tomorrow morning, so let's see if I can bring that girl with me tomorrow morning. "

"This …" Ye Qingkuang frowned slightly, stared at the white jade bottle on the table and said, "I can understand Young Master Xue's feelings, but … This matter is not easy to deal with. The main reason is that the little girl has an unyielding personality.

Xue Wuhen looked at Ye Qingkuang's expression and faintly smiled. He then took out a yellow jade bottle from his bosom and said, "This is three days of drinking and it is colorless and tasteless. You don't have to worry so much about what happens three days later. I can guarantee one thing, I will definitely treat that girl nicely, but as for the matters regarding Ye Family, I will need to do more than enough. "

I'm not too worried about anything else, except that Ye Qinghan, that piece of trash, who is also Ye Qingyu's brother, has a temper as strong as a wild horse. You saw it last time at Niu Fang Street, so I'm afraid that he might cause trouble at the Elder's Hall. Ye Qingkuang sighed, showing that he was in a difficult situation.

"This is an Emperor level secret technique. However, it's incomplete, so I'll give it to Young Master Kuang as well." Xue Wuhen laughed coldly in his heart as he threw out a bronze skinned book. Of course he knew that Ye Qinghan was Ye Qingyu's brother. He also knew that Ye Qinghan's personality was not only as good as that of a wild horse, even the Combat Power was probably even fiercer than that of a wild horse. If not for Ye Qinghan, he wouldn't have been so heartless to throw out such a priceless secret fighting technique.

"Oh? "Emperor Stage secret art?" Ye Qingkuang's eyes were immediately captivated by the bronze coloured book, his heart raging with waves of emotions. The battle techniques were divided into the Human, King, Emperor and Saint levels. Although he, Ye Qingkuang, was the young master of a clan, he had not yet had the chance to learn any kind of Emperor Class secret techniques.

After quickly flipping through it, Ye Qingkuang suddenly stood up, and said to Xue Wuhen in an incomparably serious tone: "Tomorrow morning at Blue City at the northern gate."

Xue Wuhen laughed very happily, and remembered an ancient phrase — Loyalty is due to the lack of chips for betrayal. He sighed in his heart. This saying is really f * cking … That's right.

Ye Qingxie woke up very early, even earlier than the chickens raised by Outside The Blue City farmers. Although he never had the habit of waking up early, today was different, because today, it was his master who personally woke him up.

His master's name was Ye Qingkuang. Although his name and his master's name were one word apart, their statuses and strength were both worlds apart. He was just a son of a small city's City Lord, a branch family disciple, yet because his martial arts talent was not bad, he was summoned to the Core Descendant at the age of fifteen. After that, he joined Ye Qingkuang's camp, and quickly obtained Ye Qingkuang's trust. He became's right-hand man, and his position in the clan was even higher than that of the City Lord's father.

Only, he understood very clearly that his position was not because of his strength nor his little city's City Lord's father. Instead, it was because of Ye Qingkuang, which was why he had to work so hard for Ye Qingkuang.

Carrying two subordinates, he carried a yellow jade bottle and took out his Drunken Heart Orchard. His subordinates were given to him by his father, City Lord. The jade bottle was given to him by his master to take with him.

Gently arriving at this very familiar courtyard, he was very familiar with it because not long ago, he had suffered a loss here. That beautiful and seemingly weak girl had firmly rejected him, causing him to be severely scolded by his master and lose his face. This time, he didn't want to be cursed at like this, so he ordered two of his subordinates to stand outside the courtyard while he himself climbed over the wall and entered.

He took out a dagger from his chest, and with a gentle slash, he unlatched a door. He entered the room as nimbly as a cat. The room was not the girl's room, but a kitchen. He knew very well that this delicate girl had the habit of getting up early to cook porridge, so he added a few drops of the transparent liquid in the yellow jade bottle to many places, such as oil or water. He then quietly rolled out of the hospital and crouched to the side with his two subordinates to wait quietly.

The reason why he made such a simple matter more complicated was because he did not directly enter the room and knock out the girl inside, then drink a few drops of the Three Days Drunken Wine. The reason for that was because the lord had warned him carefully, or perhaps he thought that doing so was in keeping with the methods of those who walked in the dark.

"Creak."

An hour later, the sky began to brighten as dawn broke. The girl pushed open the door, walked out, and entered the kitchen.

Ye Qingxie was also a little nervous. It was not because he was afraid of others discovering him, but this place was rather remote, and there was no one here that early. He was nervous because it was his first time doing such a thing. To use such a shameless method, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

...

Ye Qingyu looked at the empty rice jar in disappointment and thought about his brother who was a thousand miles away. In the past, his brother had always bought rice by himself. Why isn't my brother back yet when I've finished eating a large bowl of rice? Didn't he know he couldn't carry such a heavy bag of rice?

He touched the knife in his pocket. Although it was a fruit knife, it had successfully caught the attention of those hateful henchmen a month ago. The knife was still there, and her heart was slightly at ease. So she began to wash herself, took a peek at the nest in the cupboard, and thought, Brother, you're not coming back today. I only have a nest to eat for the day.

Ye Qingyu picked up a cup of water and held a nest in his hands. Ye Qingyu began to sit in the yard once a day to welcome the rising sun as she looked at the sky in the south that was still not too bright.

...

"Who is it!"

The eight Sect Gods were dressed in thick armors, and had heavy eyelids, as they fought in front of the City Lord Mansion with great difficulty. Only the sound of rapid galloping horses disturbed them from their slumber, as the eight of them simultaneously sobered up and shouted.

"It's me. Open the door!"

Ye Qinghan's face turned pale white, he was exhausted after travelling continuously for the past few days, but when he thought about how he would be able to see that frail figure, he could not help but feel excited. Stepping down from the carriage, he looked at the familiar door and the eight gatekeepers. He wanted to laugh out loud and say that he, Hu Han San, had returned, but after some thought, he did not say anything.

From his bosom, he took out a small bag of purple Crystal Coin and threw it to the four guards by the side of the carriage.

"Young Master is too courteous." One of the four bodyguards, the coachman, smiled and nodded before turning around and leaving. His tone was polite and respectful.

The eight sect gods gaped at the scene before them. All these years of observation had trained them in the Fiery Eyes of Truth. They were well aware of how expensive that carriage was, and the respect in the words of these high-ranking guards. Looking at the still familiar yet unfamiliar Seventh Young Master, the few of them felt that he had changed a little, but they couldn't pinpoint the exact change. He just vaguely felt that the sky above Seventh Young Master's head seemed to be about to change.

"Good morning, Seventh Young Master." A gatekeeper was the first to speak as one of the gatekeepers quickly opened the door.

"Right." Ye Qinghan nodded his head indifferently, as though he was not adapted to the door gods' changes, his footsteps did not stop, and quickly walked to his own small courtyard.