SWDnovel Chapter 279 Yan Nie
Chapter 279 Yan Nie
Hu Jiaoniang and Yang Silang exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with astonishment.
Well, Gong Tianbao's surname isn't Gong, it's actually Li.
Moreover, he wasn't some eunuch from the Great Han Kingdom.
It turned out to be the Grand Eunuch of the already extinct Yan Kingdom, and he even brought out some kind of Yan Kingdom treasure trove.
Instead of hiding in the deep mountains and forests, this fellow has settled in the bustling city. Is he trying to do the opposite of what is expected, or is he a true hermit hiding in the city?
It seems his hiding skills were clearly not up to par, as the Xin Dynasty actually managed to catch up with him.
Hu Jiaoniang exclaimed "Eh!"
"You actually managed to withstand the poison of this Soul-Meditating Incense?"
The Soul-Stabilizing Incense is actually a precious incense used by Taoist immortals for supplementary cultivation, but it is unbearable for those below the Grandmaster level to even smell it.
A mere whiff of it will put you to sleep, and an ordinary person might even sleep for several days straight. If no one wakes you up in the middle of the night, you might fall into a deep sleep.
Its effect on the soul can help a true person calm down and enter a meditative state more quickly, but for ordinary people, the smell of it can cause confusion in the soul, making them unaware of their location and causing them to fall into a deep sleep without realizing it.
Yang Silang touched his nose.
"Born that way..."
Hu Jiaoniang didn't delve into it, only muttering "annoying."
She took out a silver mirror, opened her mouth and sprayed a puff of green mist onto the mirror.
At the same time, blood dripped from her finger, and she waved her hand to write several runes on the mirror.
"This is a magical artifact, obtained from Mo Xinlian. It's called the Well Mirror, a wonderful treasure for spying."
"Let's wait and see..."
"I hope their actions don't cause too much disruption. If they manage to blow down our yard wall, I won't let them get away with it."
Hu Jiaoniang clearly regarded the Yang residence as her own territory.
A ripple of water flashed across the mirror's surface.
Then a picture appears.
The entire alley was enveloped in a faint white light, like an upside-down bowl, separating the inside from the outside.
At each of the four corners of the palace stood a large banner, which together supported a faint red light curtain, enveloping it.
Inside the light curtain.
The main gate of the palace had been kicked open, and the two large doors lay broken on the left and right sides with large holes.
A group of masked men in black rushed in, wielding knives and hacking and slashing indiscriminately.
They carried swords and shields, divided into groups of three to five, advancing and retreating with a clear plan, covering each other as they went, and advancing step by step in a very organized manner.
They didn't fight like wandering martial artists; instead, they resembled elite soldiers forged in the military.
Behind this group of masked men in black stood two more people.
The leader wore a black three-peaked hat, a red robe with a python pattern, a plain jade belt around his waist, and pink-soled black boots.
This man was fair-skinned and beardless, with what appeared to be a layer of powder on his face. He was about forty or fifty years old, holding a black whisk, and stood there as immovable as a mountain.
Behind him followed a young eunuch dressed in a bullfighting outfit, about twenty years old, who stood quietly behind the senior eunuch with his head bowed and neck hunched, as still as an object.
The palace was now a scene of hell on earth.
Whether the incense was lit within the barrier or not, many servants and maids in the mansion were running around like headless flies.
However, sounds of hacking and slashing could also be heard from behind the palace.
Clearly, the men in black had surrounded the entire mansion and had no intention of leaving a single survivor.
Many servants in the courtyard had already been hacked down. These men in black were swift and decisive, piercing through the chest to make a hole, then lifting the head and slicing across the throat.
They acted with remarkable steadiness, leaving no room for future trouble.
After killing them, they dragged the bodies in a corner of the yard. They did it methodically, clearly intending to count the number of corpses afterward.
Furthermore, he was confident that he could wipe out the entire household without leaving any survivors.
There was resistance within the mansion.
The two old martial arts servants who were entertaining everyone at the mansion that day suddenly burst through the door with a bang.
The two men were clad in heavy armor, one wielding a spear and the other a broadsword, looking every bit like they were on the battlefield, their bodies radiating a powerful, surging aura.
As expected, the two masters who stood outside the door that day concealed their cultivation levels.
Unfortunately, the two lacked horses. Yang Silang saw that they were using the same unsophisticated killing techniques found on the battlefield, like two humanoid beasts rampaging through the courtyard.
Several men in black were caught off guard and scattered by the two men working together, losing their lives in the blink of an eye.
Whoosh...
Suddenly, the sound of crossbow bolts piercing the air could be heard.
There was another group of men in black behind them, each carrying a small crossbow. The white-feathered arrows they fired had black arrowheads, clearly coated with dead poison.
The two servants hurriedly dodged, protecting their faces with their swords and spears. Fortunately, they were protected by armor, and the last three or four spears stuck to them, swaying precariously.
The men in black immediately surrounded them, some holding nets, ready to restrain the two.
The two servants, each with the cultivation of a grandmaster, were locked in a stalemate against a group of highly skilled martial artists who were adept at organizing their advances and retreats.
The enemy could not kill them, and they could not break through the enemy's lines.
Behind the damaged gate.
Another group of men in black rushed in. They were slightly less skilled, probably only at the Iron Bone Realm, but they were more than capable of searching the mansion and killing the servants along the way.
In front of the main room.
Gong Tianbao and Gong Baiwan stood one in front of the other, their faces solemn.
He seemed oblivious to the fierce battle below, merely coldly watching the person opposite him who had revealed the two men's whereabouts.
"Eunuch Li?"
Gong Tianbao snorted coldly.
"Little Jinzi, I remember you used to call us godfather!"
Even your godson behind you used to call us "godfather"!
"Now that you've seen me, you won't even call me 'godfather'?"
Upon hearing this, the head eunuch Jin's face darkened, clearly angered, and he let out a cold laugh.
"We're giving you face by calling you 'Eunuch Li,' which is already a sign of remembering past favors!"
"You still dare to mention the matter of your godfather and godson?"
"You really think you're still the Grand Eunuch in charge of the Imperial Treasury, one of the Four Martial Saints of the Palace?"
"Yan Ni did not recognize the opportune moment and stubbornly resisted. He threw himself into the fire and burned himself. All 234 of his descendants, including his married daughters, unmarried princesses, and the third generation, totaling 384 people, were beheaded."
"The dragon vein of Yan has collapsed. You, the confidants of the Yan rebels, used to cultivate rapidly with the help of the dragon's energy, but now you are the ones who suffer the most from the backlash of the dragon's energy."
"I wonder if Eunuch Li still has one-tenth of his full power left?"
"Back then, I kindly advised you to submit to the new emperor, and you would offer your control of the treasury to him in order to secure your future."
"And the result?" Eunuch Jin's face twisted in a grimace. "You nearly killed me with a single blow and threw me into the Heavenly Prison!"
"If it weren't for the Emperor's army breaching the city, I fear I would already be dead in the imperial prison!"
"Since Yan has treated me unjustly, what's wrong with me following the will of Heaven and submitting to the Great Wu?"
Yang Silang looked in the mirror and heard a clear voice.
This mirror in the well is extremely sharp.
Wait a minute, could Hu Jiaoniang have seen everything clearly with her on the boat and in the river when she was rolling around in bed with Mo Xinlian?
He glanced at the person next to him with a very suspicious look.
Did Hu Jiaoniang awaken some strange attribute after getting this mirror?
The woman misunderstood him and explained softly.
When a new dynasty is established, the dragon energy of the previous dynasty collapses, and the last emperor and his sons and grandsons suffer the backlash of the dragon energy, often dying violent deaths.
However, before the dragon's energy collapses, it will have a final burst of light and burn intensely.
All the calamity energy will be distributed to the last emperor and his descendants, which is to receive the calamity; the remaining dragon energy will also be concentrated on the person with the best potential in the emperor's branch, which is to receive blessings.
This can be considered the last bit of the dragon's aura remaining.
Thus, if this person were to survive by sheer luck, their cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds. After all, this was the last gift of the nation's blessings over hundreds of years, and for it to fall upon one person was an immense stroke of good fortune.
He can enjoy the protection of the dragon's aura, which is invincible to all laws and evil, and his cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds. It is possible that he could become a martial saint or a long-lived immortal in just a few years.
Going back thousands of years.
Twice, the dragon princes who received blessings from the previous dynasty escaped, cultivated themselves into top-tier martial arts cultivators, and then led the former dynasty's followers to rise up in rebellion, turning the tide and destroying the new dynasty, thus establishing a new dynasty.
One of them was a prince, and the other was a princess.
From then on, whenever the new dynasty entered the capital, it would exterminate all the descendants of the previous emperor, as well as his married daughters and even their children.
To ensure that not a single bloodline of the last emperor remains.
This explains why all members of the last emperor's lineage, regardless of gender, had to die, while other branches of the family could live.
When the dragon's energy collapses, the calamity only falls upon the last emperor's branch of the family, and the corresponding blessings are the same; they will not be bestowed upon the collateral branches of the imperial line.
In the mirror.
Gong Tianbao sighed softly when Jin Gonggong mentioned the past and complained.
"I knew you were rebellious."
"I shouldn't have shown mercy back then; I should have killed you with one blow..."
"Eight or nine out of ten treasures have fallen into your master's hands. I'm just trying to run away with some of my own savings to enjoy my retirement, and you won't even let me go?"
The eunuch Jin on the other side sneered repeatedly.
"Who knows if you're telling the truth?"
"That's just your bad luck. You were in charge of the treasury, and then you ran away. Heaven knows how much treasure you took with you!"
"Further words are useless. Prepare to die and attack!"
He shouted.
The godson behind him darted out, a thin sword appearing in his hand. He moved like a ghost and instantly appeared in front of "Gong Tianbao," stabbing him in the chest.
After Gong Tianbao's death.
The unremarkable Gong Baiwan suddenly shuddered, his beard fluttered down, and a thin sword appeared in his hand. With a turn of his foot and a hovering motion, he blocked in front of "Gong Tianbao" and thrust his sword forward.
ding ding ding...
The two were using the same technique, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten sword strikes were heard, indicating that they had thrust out more than a dozen swords.
The two tumbled and rolled around in the yard, so fast that they left afterimages in the air.
It looked as if two eight-armed Arhats were fiercely fighting with swords, with only the shadows of long swords in the air.
Pfft, pfft.
The two used swordsmanship that emphasized offense over defense, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen flowers of blood bloomed on their bodies.
Grandpa Jin laughed loudly.
"Young Master Li, we used to call each other brothers."
"We are both Grandmasters of the Golden Marrow realm, and we are evenly matched."
"But what about now? The dragon energy collapsed and backfired, and even you were affected and lost a major realm."
"You can't even beat my adopted son, don't you regret it?"
"Given our friendship, if you surrender, I'll spare your life!"
"Pah..." Gong Baiwan, also known as Little Eunuch Li, simply turned his head and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
Grandpa Jin roared in fury.
"Kill him!"
The two then fought even more fiercely.
Suddenly, "Master Gong" moved. His body made a series of cracking sounds, and he had lost a lot of weight. His blood and qi surged wildly, and he pounced on Eunuch Jin like lightning.
He pressed down with one palm, his five fingers curled inward, and his sharp nails popped out like daggers.
He pressed down with one palm, his five fingers curled inward, and his sharp nails popped out like daggers.
"I'll kill you first, you treacherous scoundrel who seeks personal glory!"