White Jade City in the Heavens

My goodness, this twist after twist after twist...

The world is achieved where only Lu Lingfeng is injured!

Su Haoming couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Beside him, Lin Yu's eyes grew brighter as he spoke, seeming quite interested in this kind of drama.

At the same time, the man in white gazed deeply at Su Wuming and slowly said:

"As expected of Duke Di's disciple, you truly have skillful methods!"

"..."

Hearing the man in white's voice, Su Wuming was stunned for a moment, then his brow furrowed tightly.

He possessed naturally astonishing hearing, especially when it came to judging human voices, which was incredibly accurate.

Therefore, as soon as the man in white spoke, he recognized his identity...

It's him!

Su Wuming snapped back to reality, glanced at the man in white with a complex expression, then tidied his robes and cupped his hands:

"Su Wuming, County Lieutenant of Chang'an, greets Magistrate Yuan!"

"What?!"

As soon as he said this, the Chang'an constables disguised as archers all looked shocked.

Lu Lingfeng and the three Jinwu Guards were also startled, looking at the man in white in disbelief.

The man in white remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand, removed the ghost mask, revealing his aged face.

"Indeed, it is me."

Yuan Lai asked calmly, "How did you figure it out?"

"It really is the Magistrate!"

The Chang'an constables exclaimed one after another.

Lu Lingfeng's expression turned cold, he waved his long saber, pointing it at Yuan Lai, and shouted sternly, "Yuan Lai, as the Magistrate of Chang'an, a local official, you secretly murdered twelve innocent brides and caused chaos in Chang'an with demonic tea! How can you face the court and the people for such evil deeds?!"

"Heh!"

"The court?" Yuan Lai chuckled disdainfully, staring at Lu Lingfeng, "You keep talking about facing the court, why don't you ask if the court has ever faced me?!"

"..."

Both Lu Lingfeng and Su Wuming were stunned by his words.

Yuan Lai stood up from the iron seat, sneering, "Lu Lingfeng, you are a Jinwu Guard General of the Guards at the fourth-rank lower, at such a young age. I, however, am past my prime and still just a petty Magistrate of Chang'an."

"Do you know why?"

"It's because you come from the Fan Yang Lu Clan, a prestigious family. My Yuan clan is no more, the aristocratic families are declining, and I had to study diligently for ten years to pass the imperial examination!"

Lu Lingfeng stared at him blankly, seemingly not expecting this murderer to say such a thing.

Yuan Lai's gaze swept over everyone, and he said coldly, "All these years, as the Magistrate of Chang'an, I worked diligently from dawn till dusk, managing the area west of Zhuque Street with perfect order. But what about those above?"

"They kept me in Chang'an County for years, using my crippled leg as an excuse!"

"And they used my achievements to gain favor with the court, treating me as a stepping stone for their promotions!"

At this point, Yuan Lai's eyes were filled with such rage that they seemed about to spew fire.

Lu Lingfeng came back to his senses and frowned, "If the imperial court is unfair, why must you harm the common people?"

"Because the Chang'an Black Tea he made uses the extremely yin blood of new brides as its ingredient!"

Su Wuming finally spoke, looking at Yuan Lai with a complex expression, "No matter what, you have taken twelve innocent lives. As the County Lieutenant of Chang'an, I cannot stand idly by!"

"Hmph!" Yuan Lai flicked his sleeve and said coldly, "No one can stop my plan!"

"Kill them!"

With that, he quickly walked towards a dead end below the high platform. The dozens of black-clothed men surrounding him gripped their long sabers and charged fearlessly towards Lu Lingfeng and the others.

They were actually death warriors!

Su Wuming was shocked by this.

When they had attacked stealthily before, it had been too easy, and he had thought these people were just thugs recruited by Yuan Lai!

"Kill!"

Amidst the shouts of battle, Lu Lingfeng and the other three began fighting the black-clothed death warriors, but there was no movement around Su Wuming.

He sensed something was wrong, turned his head, and found that the Chang'an constables on the stone platform beside him were indeed looking at each other in dismay.

Yuan Lai was, after all, their superior for many years, and his influence still remained. Without Su Wuming's orders, they wouldn't easily release their arrows.

Sensing this, Su Wuming quickly shouted, "Three squad leaders, all my brothers, Yuan Lai is called Magistrate, but he is the ringleader! Capture him, and the General of the Guards and I will surely reward you!"

As soon as he said this, the constables exchanged glances and finally loosened their bowstrings.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--"

More than ten arrows rained down from the sky, piercing the backs of the black-clad men, greatly reducing the pressure on Lu Lingfeng and the others who were surrounded.

At the same time, Yuan Lai, who was hiding beneath the high platform, reached into his robes and pulled out a bone flute, blowing into it forcefully.

"Woo--"

Instantly, a long, drawn-out flute melody echoed through the cave. The four Heavenly King statues standing in the corners of the high platform began to tremble.

At this moment, Lu Lingfeng and the others were locked in combat with the black-clad men and didn't notice this. However, Su Wuming, standing on the stone platform along the cave wall, felt a sense of foreboding.

As expected, with the tremors intensifying, cracks began to spread across the Heavenly King statues.

The next second, all four Heavenly King statues shattered, and four burly men with strange appearances leaped out.

These four men varied in height and carried a motley assortment of weapons. The only similarity was the bizarre patterns painted on their exposed skin, clearly indicating they were not from the Great Tang.

"The Four Fiends of Youli!"

Su Wuming recognized them and immediately shouted in a mixture of shock and anger, "How dare you, Yuan Lai! Years ago, the Four Fiends of Youli came to the capital to assassinate the Saint. After being captured and imprisoned in Chang'an County Jail, they vanished without a trace. So it was you who secretly spirited them away!"

"Heh heh!"

Yuan Lai walked onto the high platform with a relieved expression, chuckling, "To achieve great things, one must plan ahead..."

Before he could finish, Jia Bantou, standing beside Su Wuming, seized the opportunity to release the bowstring, firing an arrow at Yuan Lai.

But unfortunately, a member of the Youli Clan standing beside Yuan Lai merely raised his great axe, easily blocking the arrow.

"Hahaha!"

Yuan Lai burst into laughter, "The Four Fiends of Youli are incredibly skilled. It took all the experts in Chang'an back then just to subdue them. Now, with you lot, mere trash, do you think you're worthy of fighting them?"

With that, his expression turned cold, and he waved his hand, commanding, "Kill!"

"Yes, Immortal Master!"

Three of the Four Fiends of Youli cupped their fists and accepted the order, while the remaining one stayed to guard Yuan Lai.

The Chang'an constables, armed with bows and arrows, were startled and hastily loosed arrows at the four fiends. However, the fiends possessed a formidable body-hardening technique, making them impervious to blades and arrows. The arrows simply bounced off their skin.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Arrows rained down, only to be deflected by their tough skin.

One of the Youli warriors, wielding a golden gourd hammer, roared and raised the hammer before his eyes, leaping forward through the hail of arrows towards the stone platform on the cave wall.

Su Wuming was instantly alarmed and quickly retreated.

Just then, a strong gust of wind swept past his side.

The rapidly rotating airflow, like a chainsaw, directly struck the chest of the golden gourd hammer warrior.

"Pfft--"

In an instant, the warrior with the golden gourd hammer bled profusely into the air.

His body, which should have been impervious to weapons, cracked under the cutting force of the airflow, splitting open into a bloody gash across his chest.

Intense pain surged through his mind, and the golden gourd hammer warrior let out a piercing scream as his body plummeted to the ground.

Seeing this, the other three of the Four Fiends of Youli were filled with rage.

Yuan Lai was also shocked and angered, glaring at the cave entrance behind Su Wuming, demanding, "Who's there?!"

"Tap... tap..."

Unhurried footsteps echoed from behind.

Su Wuming and Jia Bantou turned their heads in stunned silence. Two figures emerged from a hidden passage and approached them.

These two were dressed in black and wore masks. Their attire resembled that of Yuan Lai's death warriors, but their masks were not grotesque ghost masks, but exquisitely carved white jade masks.

Seeing Su Wuming and Jia Bantou staring at them, the leading black-clad figure glanced at them before continuing past them, standing at the edge of the stone platform.

"What a grand performance!"

A faint voice emanated from beneath the pure white jade mask, reaching the ears of everyone present.

The sudden voice startled both groups, causing them to scatter to the sides, looking at these mysterious, uninvited guests.

"Who are you, and why are you interfering in this matter?!"

Yuan Lai glared furiously at the two black-clad figures on the stone platform.

However, the other party seemed indifferent to Yuan Lai and instead turned their gaze towards the Four Fiends of Youli.

"White Jade City in the sky, twelve towers and five cities."

"Immortals caress my head, binding my hair to receive longevity..."

The leading black-clad figure lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Four Fiends of Youli, you stole our Immortal Arts and practiced them in secret. Now that you have nowhere to run, why don't you surrender quickly?!"