Ten Thousand Swords Break One Method

Inside the Zhang residence, Li Shaojun held the ancient bamboo slips in his hand, and he and Zhang Xuezhou looked at each other in bewilderment.

"How powerful is your apricot-yellow flag baby?"

Zhang Xuezhou inquired cautiously.

What Li Shaojun could understand, Zhang Xuezhou could also understand.

The new emperor wouldn't use people to test his treasure so quickly; it's highly likely he encountered some risk.

Logically speaking, they should be rescuing their master.

However, Zhang Xuezhou and Li Shaojun didn't have that much outdated loyalty in their minds. They could save the emperor, but they didn't want to die in vain.

The power of the ancient treasure, the Apricot Yellow Banner, and the extent of its power, were important criteria for them in judging their opponents.

"How would I know the power of the Apricot Yellow Banner?" Li Shaojun said sullenly. "Anyway, I didn't dare to risk my life to test it. Later, after I obtained the technique of resurrection, that treasure always judged my body to be normal and never activated its power."

"Could it have been triggered by the carriage bumping?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"If it's in such a dilapidated state, then there's nothing I can do," Li Shaojun said. "If the effect is poor, there's no risk in going over to take a look. It's just that our alchemy business in Chang'an City will have to wait until this emperor falls from power!"

"It's better if the effect is better!"

Zhang Xuezhou's face twitched; the consequence of the apricot-yellow flag's ineffectiveness was that everyone suffered.

The positive outcome of the apricot-yellow flag was that the new emperor was now facing a powerful opponent. Going to his rescue would be extremely risky, and if the emperor were to lose his life in such a situation, their schemes would also come to naught.

Regardless of the effectiveness of the apricot-yellow flag, it's a frustrating situation.

Having thought things through, the two had no choice but to leave.

Li Shaojun donned his Daoist robe and used a spell to restore his aged appearance.

He pointed, and a gust of wind rose from beneath his feet, his body floating and soaring into the night sky, guided by the bamboo slips.

Zhang Xuezhou followed closely behind, holding the Qingyan Staff in his left hand and a wooden staff spirit object in his right hand that was sometimes effective and sometimes not, used for intimidation and suppression. He was carrying almost all his most precious treasures.

The two floated up into the air and flew one after the other in the indicated direction.

Flying is prohibited in the royal palace area, and patrols are extremely strict. Even birds have to take a detour to avoid being shot by archers. However, the wealthy area is not so strict. As long as you don't flaunt your presence by flying around in this area, you will normally not encounter patrols or attacks.

Especially since it was late at night, there were very few bystanders, even though many people in the Zhang residence were already asleep.

Zhang Xuezhou and Li Shaojun then displayed their skills, flying directly over the residence.

Even Wei Qing, who was skilled at driving horse-drawn carriages, could hardly match their speed in traveling in a straight line.

"That's it!"

The wind and waves in mid-air stopped, and Li Shaojun pointed to the ground not far below.

The closer he got, the more the bamboo slip in his hand seemed about to fly away, which allowed Li Shaojun to accurately determine his location.

"It's definitely there!"

Before Zhang Xuezhou could even jump down to investigate, he could already hear the sound of a galloping carriage.

The road was pitch black, and he could only hear the sound of the carriage but not see anyone.

However, there wouldn't be many people driving horse-drawn carriages to raid in the middle of the night, so it's highly likely that the people below are the new emperor and his entourage.

"Shi Wudao is dead. Who is so skilled at night raids that they managed to chase His Majesty and the others into such a sorry state?"

Zhang Xuezhou considered landing at a suitable location to snipe his opponent, but the carriages on the ground were moving very fast, and he needed to calculate the location and timing in advance to successfully intercept them.

A rapid thought flashed through Zhang Xuezhou's mind. Just as he was about to leap down onto a street, he heard the mournful wail of a Yin Soul.

"Oops, I grabbed the wrong item!"

Holding a staff in his left hand and a staff in his right, Zhang Xuezhou never expected that the new emperor and his entourage would be attacked by something sinister.

Of his many treasures, the Marquis of Sui's Pearl has some potential for dealing with situations, while the two canes in his hands are of little use.

"Use your treasure to take them down!"

Lacking the ability himself, Zhang Xuezhou could only urge Li Shaojun on.

"I didn't even see who it was, what the hell am I supposed to do!"

Li Shaojun cursed under his breath and quickly threw the bamboo slip in his hand down.

He hoped his luck wouldn't be too bad today, otherwise his casual intervention might lead to losing a treasure and even his life.

Of course, Li Shaojun had no confidence in his baby.

He had never tested the power of the apricot-yellow banner, nor had he ever seen the bamboo slips that came with it, so he had no idea what function the treasure could possibly have.

But at this moment, he infused the treasure with a wisp of Law Power and threw it out to activate it.

The bamboo slips fell in the darkness like a stone crashing down.

When the dull, crisp sound of the plane landing reached him, Li Shaojun couldn't help but peek out.

"What junk!"

Zhang Xuezhou grumbled in dissatisfaction, feeling that Li Shaojun would be better off just throwing a stone down.

He leaped forward, preparing to intercept the chaotic, speeding carriage and see who the new emperor's opponent really was.

"This is an ancient treasure. I don't know how to use it, but it's a very valuable treasure passed down from our ancestors!"

Li Shaojun retorted from behind, and then drifted forward with Zhang Xuezhou.

He had no idea what treasures the Daoist School ancestors had left behind. Everyone thought the ancestors' treasures were good, so he thought so too. Little did he know that even the ancestors could be unreliable at times.

Our ancestors were quite famous...

He muttered to himself, preparing to retrieve the bamboo slips and continue collecting them later. If they didn't prove useful then, he would wait until they did, or perhaps he could trick the heirs in the same way, making them suffer the consequences of their ancestors' unreliability.

Before he could finish processing the poignant thoughts in his mind, he heard a cracking sound on the ground where the bamboo slips had been thrown earlier, followed by the whistling of swords echoing through the darkness.

Several points of swirling purple light rose from the ground, then multiplied into ten, then into a hundred, and then into thousands upon thousands.

In just a brief moment, Zhang Xuezhou and Li Shaojun felt as if their eyes were filled with purple light.

Purple light swirled around their bodies, as if a single command would send it crashing down.

"Oh no, it seems like Li Shaojun has his eye on us?"

Zhang Xuezhou believed that toys that were not understood should not be played with carelessly, much less used as trump cards.

He even glanced at the Green Wood Lingbao he was holding in his right hand.

Uncontrollable treasures mean that you may not be able to use them well when you want to, and they may even backfire on you.

"Don't resist, don't use Technique Method!"

Upon hearing Li Shaojun's cry, Zhang Xuezhou's heart tightened, and he immediately withdrew the Technique Method.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xuezhou saw the countless purple lights surrounding him recede into the distance, transforming into countless streams of light that fell in one direction.

"What kind of fellow Daoist is obstructing us... You deserve to die!"

A low, cursing voice came from behind, and under the purple light, a white silk ribbon swept across the room like a rainbow, forming an arc, with a series of soft, sizzling sounds.

"The treasure is indeed useful! It contains the Ancestor's 'Ten Thousand Swords Break One' technique!"

As Zhang Xuezhou stumbled and fell, Li Shaojun muttered something smugly.

But Li Shaojun's voice quickly turned into a painful cry as he fell to the ground from mid-air.

"Help... help... I'm dying, I'm dying!"

Li Shaojun muttered something, and then the sound of a carriage quickly approached.

His eyes widened in shock before he was trampled by a galloping horse.

Before he could catch his breath, the wheel ran over Li Shaojun's body again, causing him to die in extreme resentment and fall to the ground.