Return of the Pearl

After receiving the order, An Yi rushed towards Chuxiu Palace at an astonishing speed, like an arrow shot from a bow. His figure was as swift as the wind, and he rushed through the air, bringing up a gust of sharp wind. His clothes fluttered, and his hair flown in the wind. He was like a bright meteor, streaking across the sky, and rushing towards the direction of Chuxiu Palace. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared in the distance, leaving only a vague afterimage, showing his eagerness and determination.

However, what no one could have expected was that this Zhang Da Ying was actually a remarkable woman with unique skills. Her martial arts were so strong and her skills were so extraordinary that it was truly astonishing. She was as agile and light as a nimble flying swallow, and she moved nimbly in the palace, starting a thrilling and blood-boiling fierce fight with An Yi.

In battle, her moves were as swift as thunder and as fast as lightning. Every move and every style carried a fierce momentum that was enough to overwhelm mountains and seas, as if she wanted to destroy everything in the world.

Her punches and kicks were as swift as a torrential downpour, leaving An Yi unable to resist and forcing him to fight with all his might. Although An Yi was a master of martial arts, he gradually lost his strength in the fierce battle with Zhang Da Ying and fell into a disadvantage. He was covered in wounds, and his clothes were stained with blood.

The entire Chuxiu Palace was filled with an extremely tense atmosphere. Amidst the flashes of swords and the shadows of knives, the figures of the two intertwined, forming a thrilling and terrifying picture. The picture was full of shock and tragedy, as if one could hear the clanging sound of swords clashing and feel the thrill of the fierce battle.

However, An Yi did not retreat. He pursed his lips tightly, clenched his teeth, and showed a determined expression on his face. His eyes flashed with determination, and his arms were bulging with veins. He used all his strength to resist Zhang Da Ying's attack.

In this fierce contest, An Yi repeatedly resolved Zhang Da Ying's fierce moves. He moved flexibly and dodged, cleverly avoiding Zhang Da Ying's edge. Sometimes he launched a counterattack with swift momentum, and sometimes he resolved the crisis with clever defense.

Finally, after a long and fierce fight, An Yi, with his tenacious will and unfathomable martial arts, was able to subdue and capture Zhang Da Ying.

The whole process was full of dangers, and every moment was filled with tension and thrills. An Yi had wounds all over his body, and blood kept oozing out of his wounds, staining his clothes red. Zhang Da Ying also exhausted his strength in this desperate fight and was ultimately unable to resist.

An Yi's movements were as swift as lightning. He flashed like a ghost and appeared beside Zhang Da Ying in an instant. With lightning speed, he stretched out his powerful arms and grabbed Zhang Da Ying tightly. The force seemed to be able to crush steel, making it impossible for Zhang Da Ying to break free.

Then, An Yi effortlessly dragged Zhang Da Ying, like a chicken, towards the dungeon reserved for secret guards. During this process, Zhang Da Ying's body swayed in the air like a fallen leaf.

As for the other ministers, An Yi had already made plans and arranged other people to carry out the capture mission. Those people were like hunters in the shadows, acting silently and quickly bringing the targets to justice. The whole process was like a carefully choreographed drama, proceeding in an orderly manner.

In the eerie and dark dungeon, An Yi stood in front of Zhang Da Ying and interrogated her personally. However, Zhang Da Ying kept her lips tightly closed, like a rock, saying nothing, with no expression on her face, as if she had completely closed her heart.

An Yi knew this very well. He knew that conventional punishment methods would have no effect on people like Zhang Da Ying. So, An Yi thought calmly and decided to use psychological tactics to break through her defenses. Her sharp eyes stared at Zhang Da Ying, as if she could see through her soul, trying to find a flaw.

An Yi's voice, as gentle as the spring breeze, yet extremely clear, rang out slowly in the dungeon: "Aren't you curious about why you were captured?" The voice seemed to carry a mysterious magic, which passed into Zhang Da Ying's ears, causing ripples in her originally calm heart.

Zhang Da Ying's heartstrings trembled slightly when she heard this, just like a stone was thrown into the calm lake, causing ripples to appear. A trace of doubt and touch flashed in her eyes, and she slowly opened her lips and responded: "I want to know, so are you willing to tell me?"

An Yi was in a leisurely and unhurried manner, talking to Zhang Da Ying slowly. His tone was soothing and fluent, as pleasant to the ears as the gurgling stream. "Of course someone betrayed your whereabouts, otherwise how could I catch you so accurately?" These words were like strands of silk thread, gently entwining around Zhang Da Ying's heart, making her fall into deep thought.

An Yi's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in Zhang Da Ying's heart that took a long time to calm down.

When Zhang Da Ying heard this, a look of suspicion appeared on her face, and her beautiful face was full of disbelief. "Impossible, all of our Tongtian Sect believers are open-minded and chivalrous. There will never be such a thing as a traitor." There was a hint of firmness and stubbornness in her voice, as if she was trying her best to defend the dignity of Tongtian Sect.

An Yi's lips curled up slightly, that smile carrying a subtle hint of cunning and pride. "How is it impossible? You know, some people are afraid of death after all. To save their own lives, they will naturally say anything, such as your identity, the Holy Envoy."

Those two words resonated like thunder in Zhang's ears. Her pupils suddenly widened, filled with a mixture of confusion and surprise. Had someone really betrayed her? Had someone really confessed?

An Yi continued to apply pressure slowly, "They also said that you ordered them to die in an attempt to force the emperor to deal with Concubine Xian in the court. They have enjoyed high positions for many years and naturally do not want to commit suicide. So, they chose another way, which is to surrender to the emperor and confess everything." These words were like sharp blades, piercing Zhang Da Ying's heart, making her heart, which was already full of doubts and surprise, even more panicked and uneasy.

Zhang Da Ying blurted out without thinking: "These are useless guys! I should have gotten rid of them earlier! No wonder they were always dragging their feet when we asked them to carry out tasks over the years. It turns out they still have such thoughts. How dare you use such people who betray their master!" Her words were full of regret and resentment. Her beautiful eyes were filled with rage at this moment, as if they wanted to burn everything in front of her to ashes.