Plans can't keep up with changes
Tian Fen's headache flared up like a warning.
"Are you here?"
Inside the side room, Zhang Xuezhou and the new emperor did not burst out, since they did not see any suspicious individuals at the moment.
The new emperor glanced at the screaming and chaotic Xin'anju, and the physician from the Prime Minister's residence who had rushed over, but found nothing unusual in his gaze.
He asked Zhang Xuezhou, who was peeking around, clearly wanting a different answer.
"I didn't see it," Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and said, "I didn't see either the true form or the Yang Soul form!"
"So he cast Incantation Technique?"
The new emperor's heart skipped a beat.
Among all Technique Method, Incantation Technique have the longest casting range. If Daojun wanted to teach Tian Fen a lesson, the latter could use Incantation Technique to cast spells from a distance without having to come to Chang'an City, let alone the Prime Minister's residence.
Things unfolded much as they had anticipated; Daojun did indeed launch his revenge, but the difference was that Daojun did not personally come to the Prime Minister's residence.
"If he only torments Tian Fen, how will he use Tian Fen to achieve his own goals?" the new emperor asked, frowning.
"So there's still a possibility he'll appear," Zhang Xuezhou said.
If Daojun wanted to kill Tian Fen Tian Fen, he would have done so long ago, given that Daojun was capable of using Incantation Technique.
Tian Fen's cries were loud and powerful, indicating that he was currently only in the torment stage.
As for how much Tian Fen would be tortured before he stopped, that was beyond Zhang Xuezhou's ability to guess.
"Is waiting the only option?" The new emperor asked, gripping his longsword tightly and frowning.
"I can't guess Daojun's way of doing things, so I can only wait and see," Zhang Xuezhou said, shaking his head.
Do you still envy Tian Fen's life now?
Knowing that he could only calm down and wait, the new emperor took a deep breath and finally calmed his mind.
He looked at the many high-class guest rooms built around Xin'anju, from which no Confucian scholars leaped out, nor did anyone draw a bow and shoot an arrow.
Many people seemed as tense as he was, but no one pulled the bowstring, and no one stepped forward.
After surveying the surroundings, the new emperor could only point in a direction.
"Let whoever wants to be prime minister be it!"
Zhang Xuezhou made a sarcastic remark, which made the new emperor both angry and amused.
He was angry that Zhang Xuezhou didn't take his official position under the emperor of the Great Han Dynasty seriously, but at the same time he laughed at Zhang Xuezhou's honesty and the fact that there was no need for intrigue in their interactions. If he hadn't repeatedly insisted on getting Zhang Xuezhou involved, the new emperor would have thought that Zhang Xuezhou was just an idle official who spent his days lying around, taking it one day at a time.
"I wonder how long he's going to torture Tian Fen!"
The fragments of the throwing knife were still inside Tian Fen's head, and he had also taken the antidote for the throwing knife technique. The Incantation Technique medium within Tian Fen Tian Fen's body was undoubtedly as thick as it could possibly be.
With such conditions for the Incantation Technique place, all that remains is the length of the torment.
"It shouldn't be tormenting him to death; it just depends on how long the Prime Minister can endure it," Zhang Xuezhou guessed.
"True Self Realm cultivators may be able to withstand Incantation Technique for a considerable period of time!"
Even within Xin'an Residence, Tian Fen's Tian Fen screams continued, indicating that he was still full of energy.
This round of intimidation wouldn't be short, so Zhang Xuezhou had to switch to chewing on a different grass root, while the new emperor started drinking again.
Zhang Xuezhou ate eight blades of grass, while the new emperor had to fill his wine gourd with water three times.
It was well past midnight when the two finally heard Tian Fen's screams gradually subside.
Daojun's throwing knife technique has no specific cure, and the calming soup from the Imperial Medical Academy only repairs the damage and has no effect on the symptoms during an attack. Otherwise, the Empress Tian Fen would not have lost their composure so much at the Imperial Medical Academy.
Tian Fen has been howling since the court session ended, and people have been coming to visit him one after another, but no one can alleviate his symptoms. They can only watch as Tian Fen Tian Fen, jumps around, and smashes things.
The late night was also the best time to act. The longer it went on, the lower Tian Fen's voice became, and the more tense Zhang Xuezhou became.
"It looks like it's coming!"
With the Sky Shuttle Law Artifact in his hand, Zhang Xuezhou was ready to unleash his magical Law Power.
The new emperor's eyelids twitched, and he slowly drew the longsword that had been placed on the table.
Their breathing calmed down, and their gazes swept around the window.
"From heaven and earth, from all corners of the world, may your soul return!"
A cold, distant voice rang out, and Zhang Xuezhou's eyes narrowed slightly.
"It's the voice of the Venerable White Bone!"
"Didn't the Dao Lord come in person?"
Zhang Xuezhou recognized the voice, while the new emperor seemed somewhat disappointed.
Regardless, after waiting for more than two days, he finally had a clue to follow. This made him quickly perk up and even put a Qi and Blood Pill in his mouth in case of an emergency.
"Perhaps Daojun is by the side of Venerable White Bone!"
Zhang Xuezhou said uncertainly, and as he continued to search for the true location from which the Venerable White Bone had spoken, he heard An Xinju cry out in surprise, and Tian Fen's voice completely disappeared.
"The Prime Minister collapsed onto the bed, unconscious; his spirit seemed to have been forcibly summoned out!"
Tian Fen's body fell silent; he was either unconscious or being drawn by the Venerable White Bone's soul-summoning technique.
The Yang Soul incarnation at least has a physical body, but the Yang Soul itself is formless and intangible; tracking Tian Fen's Yang Soul is no easy task.
"Sima Tan, Luo Xia Hong, quickly find Prime Minister Yang Po, and follow him there once you find him!"
After quickly assessing the situation, the new emperor, disregarding the need to conceal his identity, repeatedly shouted at the imperial historians on duty.
Two low, echoing voices came from high above, accompanied by a rapid pointing.
"Tian Fen's spirit has drifted westward!"
The voices pointing out directions drifted down from the night sky, and a flurry of noises erupted from the guest rooms of the Prime Minister's residence. Many people pushed open doors and broke windows to escape, then rushed to the stables to retrieve their mounts.
Targeted arrangements are far from keeping up with changes. Daojun indeed did not play his cards as the new emperor and others had expected, and every action he took exceeded expectations.
Damn it!
The new emperor muttered a curse.
Even with all his calculations, he still found it difficult to accurately determine how to proceed.
Without others to provide cover, his success rate in assassinating Daojun was very low. Moreover, Daojun was surrounded by other great spellcasters. In a battle between experts, the slightest delay would lead to failure. Not to mention that the new emperor's cultivation was weaker, and he only had one chance to strike against Daojun.
"Walk!"
How do I get there?
Let's go ride a horse and join the fun!
Zhang Xuezhou let out a shout and also jumped out of the window.
The Imperial Shuttle, which had been prepared for a long time, was not unfolded, but instead tucked into his sleeve.
He took off running, his speed matching that of the many Confucian scholars and imperial guards, and even managed to snatch a horse and ride it in the chaos.
It was unclear who was leading the way, but Zhang Xuezhou looked up at the sky and then followed the others on horseback.
How do we fight this?
The lights were dim late at night, even in the Imperial City District; one could easily slip and fall, let alone ride a horse.
As soon as they galloped out of the Prime Minister's residence, several Confucian scholars fell to the ground on their horses outside the mansion, which triggered a series of collisions.
The new emperor felt he couldn't rely on these people anymore. After all, it was difficult to quantify the varying levels of cultivation among the Confucian scholars. Many of them had only achieved some success in cultivating the Southern Bright Fire, but hadn't managed to secretly unleash a single strike. As a result, the Confucian scholars were essentially useless.
He spurred his horse several times before finally catching up with Zhang Xuezhou. After a chaotic ride without finding any target, the new emperor couldn't help but feel more anxious.
Something's up!
When the new emperor hurriedly inquired about Zhang Xuezhou ahead, he saw Zhang Xuezhou, who was galloping on horseback, suddenly pull on the reins. The horse, which was originally running in the dark, reared up Gaogao and was forcibly pulled to a stop.
The new emperor also forcibly reined in his horse. When he stared intently ahead, he saw only darkness in the alleyway ahead, with no one running ahead and not even the sound of horses' hooves.
They continued their pursuit on horseback, seemingly reaching the very front, only to find that some monstrous beast had opened its maw and devoured all the cultivators who had been searching on horseback.