The Sword Is Nearly Complete

"It really was an illusion."

The Blind Cheng man loosened and tightened his grip on the knife.

The feeling he had just experienced, gripping the branding iron, vanished immediately after the Wild Weapon Soul dissipated.

The lingering pain in my hand still feels a bit burning.

Zheng Hui squinted his old eyes, constantly wiping away tears with his sleeve, as he looked at the corpse in the tree.

"If even a corpse has this much strength, Hai Donglai probably won't be able to get very far after he kills them all."

Zheng Hui said loudly to everyone, "Have your eyes recovered at all?"

Chu Tianshu also re-examined the battlefield.

After killing these people, Hai Donglai left no further trace.

It's impossible to tell from the scene which direction he was walking in.

Even when injured, this Commander of the Inner Guard Right Division did a better job than anyone else at erasing his tracks when it came to doing so.

Chu Tianshu chose a direction, walked two or three miles, but found no trace, so he came back.

As expected, no one else noticed either.

Zheng Hui said worriedly, "The fact that the delegation has perished here is already a huge problem. What if the commander of the Inner Guard also meets with misfortune within Nanzhao territory..."

"No, it won't."

Chu Tianshu said, "When martial arts skills reach a certain level, as long as one remains conscious and able to move, injuries can be sealed, blood and qi can be circulated, and some recovery can be achieved through self-healing."

Judging from Hai Donglai's fighting style, he is clearly very skilled in fist and foot techniques, and his strength is astonishing.

It's not about Blind Cheng —it's Comprehended Move.

It's not like Zheng Hui's approach, which overemphasizes the miraculous effects of Weapon Soul.

Zheng Hui felt a little relieved after hearing Chu Tianshu's assessment.

"That's right. The Inner Guard has many potential post stations in Nanzhao. Hai Donglai can easily find a hiding place and have someone help him find medicine to treat his injuries."

Zheng Hui regained his senses after the shock, his mind returned to normal, and he found a guard and gave him a few instructions.

"Take my badge and go to the nearest government office. Have someone come and clean up these corpses. Don't make a fuss yet. Disguise them as cargo and secretly transport them to the capital."

After the guards left, Zheng Hui stroked his beard and fell into deep thought.

Chu Tianshu glanced at the token.

[Blazing Sun Wheel: At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, one worships the sunlight, where everything is white and the Bright Light, All Flames.]

On the battlefield where the warlords fought, their bloodlust transformed into the Wild Weapon Soul.

Characteristics: Intense light transmission, scorching flames, and after becoming bloodthirsty, the ability to control corpses in combat.

The size of the "Blazing Sun Wheel" transformed into material for Evil Spirit spirits seemed to be twice that of the "Snow River Avalanche".

Unfortunately, both of the warlords were martial artists, and one of them was even a corpse that had lost its heart and greatly reduced its combat power. Even with their combined Weapon Soul, they couldn't compare to the harvest they had after fighting Old Man Nie.

However, it already exceeds the minimum standard required for a single simulation by a significant margin.

Considering the Mind Power of the Sanqi Divine Sword, it will appear as a transparent flame.

This time, Chu Tianshu didn't hesitate much and chose to focus on the characteristics of the "Blazing Sun Wheel".

[... Deduction complete.]

The Lesser Yang Blood River Chariot: Daily refinement of essence and qi brings light to the entire body; the Blood River transports yin back to yang.

Humans have the flow of Qi through the meridians, which is refined by the sun Moon Refining.

The weapons of war, nourished by blood and qi, all follow the yin path and are refined by the moon. Yet, isolated yin cannot generate anything and is scattered and not firm.

When the essence of sunlight and fire is used to refine the weapon, allowing the Yin energy to absorb the Yang energy, the tempering process becomes twice as effective with half the effort.

Chu Tianshu received a large amount of information in his mind, pondered over a thousand words, and pondered endless feelings, gradually returning to a state of clarity.

Alright, my sword, the Weapon Soul is complete!

People from the Nanzhao government office arrived with carriages and horses.

The corpses were collected, concealed, and the group set off from the mountains toward the Nanzhao Royal City.

The bright sunlight hung high in the sky.

It was mealtime in the Nanzhao Royal City.

The restaurants and taverns inside and outside the city were bustling with activity, but unfortunately, the Wen Family Restaurant, the best restaurant outside the city, had recently closed its doors to customers.

Residents passing by would glance at their homes to see if they were open that day, then shake their heads with a hint of regret and head to another house.

"Hey, isn't this Auntie Mo?"

An old peddler on the roadside bumped into a familiar face and chuckled, "You used to work as a cook at the Wen family's restaurant. Haven't seen you in a while! Are you opening for business again?"

"It'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon. We'll definitely let you know when it opens."

Auntie Mo was the same auntie who helped out in the kitchen at the restaurant. She had a round face and a slightly plump figure, and she was chatting with acquaintances on the roadside with a smile.

The brown headscarf was somewhat similar to her skin tone.

At that time, Zheng Hui said that he invited everyone from the restaurant to stay at his residence.

This was a minor matter to Qingping Official.

But the people working at the restaurant still felt a little uneasy, and longed to go home and visit their families every day.

Fortunately, they weren't the primary targets of the assassination attempt, so they were relatively safe while out and about.

Auntie Mo had no other family members, but she couldn't stop worrying about her little house and the chickens she kept. She would go back every day to collect their eggs.

When she got home today, as usual, she first went to the henhouse and took out a few eggs before opening the door.

A dark figure inside the room startled her.

"Who are you...?"

The dark figure had its back to her and stretched out one hand.

A small, jade-colored token, hanging from a red string, dangled from the man's hand.

Auntie Mo hurriedly turned around and closed the door, then knelt down and placed the eggs on the ground.

"Your subordinate greets the commander."

The man in black turned around.

He wore a large black cloth over his head, but underneath he wore a slightly tattered red robe.

That face had faint features and wasn't particularly handsome; its skin wasn't very fair either, which didn't match the red clothes.

But he looked haggard, yet he still stood there so upright, his gaudy red clothes giving him a chilling, menacing Sha Qi.

"I am Hai Donglai the Right Bureau."

Hai Donglai scrutinized the woman before him. "Just as the case file states, you truly haven't learned a single martial art."

The Inner Guard was divided into left and right divisions, but its members were spread throughout the country, and most of the lower-level members did not distinguish between the Left Bureau and Right Bureau.

Auntie Mo is one such grassroots member.

Many people's impression of the Inner Guard is that they are arrogant in monitoring officials and ruthless in espionage and assassination.

However, the kind of Inner Guard who need to stay in one place for a long time and hide their identities are probably the least likely to be discovered if they are completely ordinary people.

Furthermore, some of the Inner Guard were selected from the local population.

"Get up."

Many thoughts seemed to flash through Hai Donglai's eyes, but his tone was indifferent.

"Retailers are quite well-informed. The secret messages you sent back a few years ago all said you were working as a cook in a restaurant and were quite knowledgeable about current affairs. Has anything major happened in the capital recently?"

Auntie Mo stood up, somewhat reserved. "Something has indeed happened recently."

Her revelation of the Yuwen Lineage's assassination attempt may be part of a coordinated Duan Family to spread rumors, and a countermeasure by the emperor.

"Oh? A doctor who was mistaken for Inner Guard?"

Hai Donglai's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this. "You mean his medical skills are really that high?"

Auntie Mo asked in surprise, "Isn't Physician Chu the Inner Guard? I thought he was too, but according to regulations, I haven't contacted him."

Hai Donglai glanced at her.

Auntie Mo, realizing what was happening, quickly returned to the main topic, saying, "Physician Chu's medical skills are truly remarkable, and he's also a good person..."

Hai Donglai interrupted her, "At least he stands on the side of the Tang People. Even that old fox Zheng Hui acknowledges that, right?"

After thinking for a moment, Auntie Mo nodded affirmatively. "Yes."

Hai Donglai seemed to be lost in thought for a few moments. His gaze returned to Auntie Mo, and his expression gradually turned cold.

Only then did Auntie Mo belatedly notice the coldness in his expression, and she couldn't help but feel a little frightened. "Commander?"

"You talk too much nonsense, are slow to grasp the situation, and have poor judgment. You've become nothing more than a countrywoman, unlike Inner Guard."

Hai Donglai slowly shifted his gaze, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"In that case, you really shouldn't be Inner Guard anymore."

"Forget the past. No matter what contact or secret signals there are, no one who is no longer Inner Guard is allowed to respond!"

Auntie Mo was momentarily stunned. "But, my subordinate's files."

"Your file wasn't particularly noticeable to begin with, and I've already destroyed it."

Hai Donglai's gaze pressed down, causing Auntie Mo to lower her head involuntarily.

Just as she lowered her head, she suddenly realized that there was no space in front of her. When she looked up again, the room was empty.

The window had been raised at some point and was now swinging down.

Auntie Mo scratched her face, somewhat at a loss.

Is this no longer Inner Guard?

Is it because the secret messages I've passed down over the years are all information that ordinary people in Nanzhao could easily find out?

When Auntie Mo's family was relocated to Nanzhao, several of them died of illness on the way.

He was an old Inner Guard who took care of her, an orphan, and even left her this house.

Over the years, she has always acted in accordance with her master's teachings.

Auntie Mo felt a sense of loss, but then realized she seemed a little relieved. She stood there for a long time, her heart filled with complex emotions, and without realizing it, she walked towards the window.

Snap!

Auntie Mo heard a crisp sound coming from under her feet and looked down in a daze.

"Ouch! My egg!!"

(End of this chapter)