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Chapter 1090 Refusal to Trade
With a single breath, all the images on the light strip went out.

The reflection of the small cauldron in Zhou You's pupils also disappeared. His greatest gain from the Double Pupil Martial Saint was the peculiar perspective that had just appeared before him.

Due to his extraordinary talent, the Double-Pupil Martial Saint possesses two perspectives: a first-person perspective centered on 'self' and a third-person perspective starting from 'others'.

The world seen from these two overlapping perspectives is fascinating, far richer and more vivid than what most people see.

He later came into contact with martial arts, developed his innate abilities, and gained the unique superpower of the 'Divine Eye,' making him unparalleled in the world.

Now, this skill has been inherited by Zhou You.

After experimenting and mastering it, Zhou You showed remarkable skill in his first attempt. The next time he came into contact with the sacred artifact "Double Pupil," he was able to unleash power surpassing that of Dongfang Daqian's "Dawn."

He couldn't help but feel curious about the ownership of the sacred artifacts within the Human Race Cult, and even asked Lian Feihong about it.

Lian Feihong told him that the core of the Human Race Sect was the descendants of the Martial Saint, but the high-ranking members who maintained its operation were all the most trusted confidants of the Martial Saints of all generations, the people to whom they entrusted their belongings before their death.

In later generations, the martial saint's legacy, including sacred artifacts, was passed down by these high-ranking officials to their bloodline descendants or to selected targets.

Of course, over the long course of time, many people have also joined the Shakyamuni religion, enriching the infinite stock of secret seals in the Heavenly Palace.

"Hmm, is it possible that the Buddhist religion also possesses sacred artifacts?"

Zhou You suddenly realized that the Buddhist sect's vast repository of secret seals had obviously attracted many martial saints who entrusted their possessions to it. So what about the sacred artifacts that were no less important than the secret seals?
"Uh?"

Clearly, this question touched on a blind spot in Lian Feihong's knowledge; he didn't know much about Buddhism and shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

But he also told Zhou You that a small group of sorcerers in Dijing were secretly making connections and seemed to be making unusual moves.

These witches were originally of mixed blood. When the six northern states were in turmoil and the witch tribes invaded, many mixed-blood witches took the opportunity to enter the Central Plains. The outstanding ones settled down in the capital city.

The most dazzling among them was Wu Luoye, a mixed-blood witch who was a retainer of the Eight Gentlemen and once offered a treasure to prolong the life of the Gu Emperor.

Wu Luoye played a key role in this alliance of mixed-blood witches.

Ok?
Zhou You hasn't been paying much attention to the witches lately, mainly because the capital is far from the northern lands, and there's no basis for the witches to cause trouble.

Upon hearing Lian Feihong's revelation, I suddenly felt that something was definitely going on, and that it was related to him.

Sure enough, a few days later, a half-blooded sorcerer came to visit, introducing himself as Mu Sigui, a former subordinate of the Great Gentleman.

"Lord Nanchen, I beg you to lend me a hand!"

When Mu Sigui saw Zhou You, he knelt down and kowtowed without saying a word, as if he wanted to smash the ground through it.

His ruthlessness moved Zhou You, who realized that the other party was nine-tenths of the time coming to the capital to die.

The Great Lord was possessed by the Enchantress. Afterwards, her personal guards went to search for him several times, suffering countless deaths and injuries. Finally, they confirmed that the Great Lord had completely disappeared, and what remained in the world was none other than the Enchantress.

The fiefdoms of several southeastern states thus became unclaimed territories, and the once large number of personal guards, subjects, and advisors scattered one after another.

In less than a year, not many people still remember the Great Gentleman.

Although one of the crimes the ancient families accused the feudal lord of during this civil war was harming his own flesh and blood, no one truly wanted to seek justice for the great lord.

Besides longing for home...

After the death of the great gentleman, his colleagues sought their own paths. Some advised him to withdraw as soon as possible, either to return to the capital to seek refuge with his clan, or simply to return to the north to start a new career.

This world is cold and cruel; you can't survive without being realistic.

Moreover, Mu Sigui tamed a powerful demon into a witch beast, whose overall strength was equivalent to that of a human sect master.

A man like him, if he were to seek opportunities, would never fare too badly. However, Mu Sigui could never forget the tragic death of the great lord, nor could he forget the cruelty and ruthlessness of the feudal lord; he had to take revenge in order to survive.

He was a 'hybrid' when he was with the Wu tribe, and he was still a 'hybrid' when he returned to the human territory. Sometimes he couldn't tell whether he was a Wu person or a human from the Central Plains. He only knew that others called him a 'hybrid Wu person'.

After siding with the great gentleman, he experienced a level of trust and respect he had never seen before in his life, and he thought it would last.

After the demon race was destroyed, several states in the southeast were pacified. Mu Sigui had a well-thought-out plan for the future and assisted the Great Lord in governing the fiefdom that was in ruins.

until……

“Lord Nanchen, your aristocratic family wants to overthrow the rule of the feudal lords. I can help you and have a way to break the blockade of the sacrificial palace.”

Zhou You shook his head after hearing this, "You're not good enough. The one guarding the Sacrifice Palace is Feng Feishang, a disciple of the Tiannan Divine Sword Sect."

"Mu Sigui, put aside your hatred. You have not been deposed and are still the ruler of the fifty states under heaven."

"No one will tolerate the success of a mad plan to kill a king."

Mu Sigui's body trembled; his hidden thoughts had been seen through.

“The Great Gentleman should not die; it is that old beast, the Lord Feng, who should die. Heaven is unjust. Others may betray the Great Gentleman, but I cannot. Mu Sigui is not a member of the Central Plains. I have been eating the food of the Wu tribe since I was born.”

“That old beast is your ruler, but not mine. If I kill him, even Heaven cannot punish me.”

He became increasingly indignant as he spoke, a faint demonic aura emanating from between his brows—the aura of the cunning demon he had tamed.

Seeing this, Zhou You sighed, "How did you manage to persuade Wu Luoye to help you?"

“It’s very simple. I did a lot of research before coming to Beijing and offered him a condition that he couldn’t refuse.”

“Lord Nanchen, if you help me, Feng Feishang will be no problem.”

As Zhou You listened to his words, he suddenly realized that Mu Sigui must have attached himself to some powerful force, otherwise he would not have had the confidence to break into the sacrificial palace and assassinate the feudal lord.

Seeing that he remained silent, Mu Sigui gritted her teeth and said, "Lord Nanchen, in exchange, I can do something for you."

"I've heard that you've all been planning to deal with the Demon Soldier Lord. I can help you eliminate one of them."

Ok?
Zhou You's brow twitched. Was Mu Sigui so certain that he could kill a Demon Soldier Lord with his strength?

He grew increasingly curious about what extraordinary encounter this good-looking half-blood witch had had.

"I understand what you mean, but this is a serious matter, please allow me to consider it further!"

Jiang Sigui, still unwilling to give up, tried to persuade him, but Zhou You raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Don't say anything, I won't reveal your secret."

After seeing Mu Sigui off, Zhou You suddenly had a whim and went up to the top of the Zhou Clan's western ancestral hall, looking in the direction of the sacrificial palace.

As usual, the sacrificial palace was deathly quiet, without a sound of human activity.

Just like the scene I had seen countless times before.

But this time it's a little different.

The shadow of the small cauldron was reflected in Zhou You's pupils, and the world in his eyes instantly became clear, full, and rich in detail.

Above the sacrificial palace, the shadow of a giant sword hangs, clearly the shadowy figure of Feng Feishang guarding it.

(End of this chapter)