Night Visitors at Yang Mausoleum

"I told you I didn't see anything, but you're forcing me to surrender!"

"I don't want to know who you are, and I don't want to know what you're up to!"

"Your family is so big and powerful that you can afford to cause trouble, but we weaklings don't have the energy to do so!"

"If you're going to kill us, don't blame me for fighting you to the death!"

In mid-air, Shen Pei resembled a rooster with its neck being choked by humans.

He never expected that when he escaped from his Yang Soul to investigate the anomalies, his Yang Soul would be locked up.

The noisy sounds were accompanied by the occasional blue glow emanating from the other party.

The opponent's cultivation level was clearly weaker than his own, but Shen Peigong found that his Yang Soul was difficult to move, and he could no longer fly freely as before. In fact, he was being pulled closer and closer by the opponent, and even speaking became difficult.

There are countless mysterious arts in the world, and he has clearly encountered an attack from an unknown Technique Method.

If the other party carries the Yang Soul too far away from the body, the Yang Soul will completely detach from the body and become a wandering soul.

Shen Peigong was understandably anxious.

He didn't come to kill the Empress Dowager, nor did he come to capture a deserter and get killed.

"Let... let me go!"

Shen Peigong struggled with great effort.

He felt as if his Yang Soul was being pressed down by a heavy mountain, making it difficult to even take a few steps, let alone fly.

Locked up like this, how could he possibly target the Empress Dowager when she came to Yangling? He even lacked the possibility of returning to his own body.

Having meticulously planned everything, Shen Peigong never expected that he would stumble so easily.

He struggled desperately to break free of the enveloping Yang Soul, but found it impossible to break through the opponent's blockade.

"How can there be cultivators in this world who specialize in cultivating Yang Soul? I refuse to accept this!"

Shen Peigong harbored deep resentment.

Confucian School scholars, if not having cultivated countless skills, at least possessed vast knowledge; top-tier Confucian scholars were familiar with the strange and unusual Technique Method of various schools of thought.

Even with all his experience over the decades, Shen Peigong had never encountered a technique specifically designed to attack the yang spirit.

It's normal for one student to have diarrhea, but it's not normal for all of them to have diarrhea. Shen Peigong was just patrolling and checking when he heard the noise, so he came over to see what was going on.

He never imagined that observing the situation would reveal such a huge problem.

"You little thief, don't be so smug. Once my students arrive, all it takes is to kill your body... and you'll be dead for sure... If you let me go..."

Shen Peigong tugged at his own yang spirit. He originally wanted to say a few words to force the other party to let go quickly, but under the wave of light, he felt that he could not hold on any longer.

He felt like a lump of water, while Zhang Xuezhou was a container that held him firmly in place, unable to move, and constantly pushing him away as the more he was squeezed, the tighter he felt.

What terrified Shen Peigong even more was that the other party was enveloping him and constantly pushing him into the distance.

Even if the other party's progress was slow, Shen Peigong could still guess their intentions.

This greatly alarmed him.

"Release me, and I won't hunt you down!"

"Release me, and I will not pursue this matter further!"

"Release me, and I... I'll give you something in return!"

"Let me go... I... I didn't see anything!"

Shen Peigong cried out repeatedly.

He changed the content of his narration several times before realizing that his yang energy had relaxed slightly.

"Ah, it's so dark, I can't see anything at all!"

The voice talking to itself came over, and Shen Peigong realized that the other party had gone to great lengths to pretend to be blind.

Since the other party was unwilling to get involved and didn't even ask about the benefits he offered, Shen Peigong didn't press the matter further.

Listening to the other person's muttering, Shen Peigong could only mutter to himself, "Why can't I see anything?"

In an instant, the two yang souls went from being entangled to being separated, and Zhang Xuezhou then withdrew his yang soul into his body and quickly traversed through the mountains and forests.

Still shaken, Shen Peigong couldn't help but drive his Yang Soul to rush desperately towards his body in the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain.

The people split into two groups, each attempting to escape.

"That old man was talking strangely. He seemed to be begging for mercy after a short while. Was he using his body to check on our whereabouts? Will we be caught and taken back?"

Stumbling in the darkness, especially with the discomfort of his eyes going dark when the Golden Crow Great Emperor's feathers went out of light, Zhang Xuezhou and Shen Pei fought for nearly two minutes, and Yi Shuo was still in a daze as she fled.

Of course, she didn't crawl too far, only less than twenty meters.

"Don't ask so many questions, just keep drilling forward!"

Rong Tianding muttered a dissatisfied sigh, only to breathe a sigh of relief when Zhang Xuezhou caught up from behind.

"Cousin?"

"I can't handle him!"

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head.

His Yang Soul is at a high level, but confining and manipulating intangible things is like punching the air.

Zhang Xuezhou repeatedly tried to pull Shen Peigong away from the village, but just as he could not move the heavy body of Rong Tianding after spreading his wings, Zhang Xuezhou could not pull the yang spirit of a great cultivator like Shen Peigong away from his body.

He has some pretty good skills, but his skills are also a little lacking.

Zhang Xuezhou eventually had no choice but to give up the struggle and let Shen Peigong leave after Shen bowed his head.

Shen Peigong can be killed by others, and he can kill others, but he cannot be dragged into doing nothing by him.

If Shen Peigong fails to seize the opportunity, the other party will inevitably seek revenge in anger.

Even though he was aware of the other party's possible actions and hadn't caused them any trouble at this crucial moment, Zhang Xuezhou still felt a little heavy-hearted.

He had just thought that Shen Peigong could deal with whomever he wanted, but then he realized he needed to pay attention to the basic situation to avoid being influenced by the other party.

"If Shen Peigong wins, and the other side is magnanimous, I will still be considered somewhat useful, and might even be recruited by them. If he loses but doesn't die, he might think we were the ones tipping him off. If he loses and dies, then there's nothing to consider!"

After thinking it over, Zhang Xuezhou could only rule out the possibility that Shen Peigong would win and then die, a fate similar to that of someone researching explosives.

Of course, winning and then dying had relatively little impact on Zhang Xuezhou.

As long as Shen Peigong doesn't attempt to assassinate the current emperor, killing anyone won't affect him in the slightest.

"Who is this life-threatening technique targeting?"

He looked back at Yangling, where it was still a sea of red lanterns, the light so bright that one could almost see the figures of patrolling soldiers.

Looking towards Chang'an City, Zhang Xuezhou could only see the Chang'an City in complete darkness, with hardly a glimmer of light in sight.

"Let's go, let's spend the night at Wei Shao'er's thatched hut!"

Unable to lead his men into Chang'an City, Zhang Xuezhou could only summon his black and white horses from the hillside.

After reaching out, he carried Yi Shuo onto the back of a black horse traveling at night, while Rong Tianding rode on a white horse.

"Where did this horse come from? Horses can run on mountains!"

"That unattractive woman is ignorant; she's never even seen a mountain horse!"

If it weren't necessary, Zhang Xuezhou certainly wouldn't have pulled out these two magical horses near Chang'an City. Rong Tianding muttered to himself, feeling that he had only stirred up a lot of trouble by digging around in secret places with Yi Shuo.

He muttered something to himself, then rode his horse swiftly down the mountain path worn smooth by travelers.

"It's the Empress Dowager!"

Before the demonic horse had covered half the distance, Zhang Xuezhou quickly turned around and rode off towards the mountains.

In the distance, the endless torches formed two long lines that seemed to stretch to the horizon, illuminating the darkness.

The sounds of cavalry and wagons echoed across the earth like muffled thunder.

The red flag with white letters made a strong crackling sound in the wind, and the white letter "Dou" on the flag was extremely obvious.

Princess Dou wouldn't be so high-profile in Chang'an City; only the Empress Dowager would have such a ceremonial procession.