Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

Beique, the devil's cave beyond the sky.

"Your Excellency, Miss Yueyao...she went to Tianqi City without permission. The person before was Yueqing in disguise!"

The white-haired Wuxiang Envoy in the wheelchair suddenly turned around when he heard the sound, and his eyes like an eagle and a wolf scared the Envoy.

Looking at the trembling messenger in front of him, Wuxiang used his inner force to drive the wheelchair to turn around and leaned back:

"As expected, you couldn't help but go. Did you send someone to follow you?"

The messenger bowed his head:

"We have already sent someone... Your Excellency, the two guardians, Marquis Purple-Robed and White-Faced Immortal, have returned and are waiting outside!"

Wu Xiang Shi was somewhat surprised to hear that he only mentioned the two Dharma protectors, Zi Bai, and did not mention Wu Fa Wu Tian:

"Are they the only two?"

"Your Excellency, there are indeed only two Dharma protectors."

"This is strange. Tell them to come and see me. Go down!"

The wheelchair made a creaking sound, and Wuxiangshi mobilized his internal energy to straighten his body.

A moment later, Zi Yuji and Mo Qixuan entered the cave where Wuxiangshi was in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

"I am incompetent and failed to bring back the natural martial veins. Please punish me!"

The two men half-knelt on the ground, with their heads bowed so low that they dared not look up at Wuxiangshi's face.

"Where are the two lawless envoys? Why are only the two of you back?"

Wuxiang used the wrinkles between his brows to form the word "Chuan" and asked the two people kneeling in front of him.

Zi Yuji and Mo Qixuan looked at each other, feeling a little timid, but still spoke with difficulty:

"Report to the Honorable Envoy, the two Honorable Lawless have passed away... We two... We were lucky enough to escape with our lives and returned to the northern border!"

"And... the prince of the Xiao family is also in the Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion. He should be the Langya King Xiao Ruofeng..."

After listening to Zi Yuji's report, Wuxiang's face became terrifyingly quiet.

His breathing was a little heavy, and after a long time he sighed heavily, staring at the two kneeling people with burning eyes and asked:

"Looking at the entire martial arts world, there are not many people who can rival these two! What on earth is going on?"

Zibai and the others looked at each other again, and then Mo Qixuan's eyes moved and he responded in a low voice:

"The Wu Tian envoy fought against Wen Yanzhao and Ye Dingzhi alone. When we went to investigate the Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion, we did not see how Wen Yanzhao killed the Wu Tian envoy..."

"When we arrived, Envoy Wu Tian had already become a corpse. It seemed that he was poisoned by Wen Yanzhao..."

"Then the Confucian Immortal suddenly appeared and chopped off the head of the Unworthy One with one sword!"

"But when he saw that Yu Ji and I were poisoned by Wen Yanzhao, he released us without threatening us."

The candlelight in the cave was dancing, and sporadic flames were reflected in Wuxiang's pupils.

When Mo Qixuan mentioned "Confucian Immortal", his pupils suddenly shrank into needle shapes, and then changed from surprise to fanaticism!

Wuxiang released his internal energy, and the wheelchair instantly flashed to a place less than half a foot away from Zibai and the others.

Zi Yuji and Mo Qixuan were both startled, and then Wu Xiangshi leaned over and stared at the two of them and asked:

"Are you saying that it is impossible to kill Gu Chen, the Confucian Immortal, one of the Sword and Confucian Immortals in Lausanne City?"

Zibai and the others nodded at the same time. Seeing Wuxiang's expression, they were somewhat horrified but they did not dare to say much.

"He is not dead? That's great... If we can find a way to obtain his medicine man-making technique, we will have a chance to restore the Beique Kingdom!"

"There is hope for the restoration of the country! Hahahaha..."

Wuxiangshi burst into an ear-piercing laughter, and the candles and utensils in the entire cave were shaking because of his laughter!

Zi and Bai endured the discomfort in their ears, lowered their heads and dared not say anything.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Wu Xiangshi regained his usual maturity and sinister demeanor, and ordered:

"The young lady went to Tianqi City. I have a feeling that she might be looking for that person named Baili who has a natural martial vein."

"But now, compared to the Confucian Immortal's art of healing people, the innate martial veins are no longer important!"

"Since the Confucian Immortal is still alive, then I, Beique, must obtain the art of medicine man! This is the key to restoring the country. Qiandong City, Baili Luochen?"

"Go down, and let me figure out how to seize this medicine man technique!"

Zibai and the others felt as if they had been pardoned after hearing this. They saluted the fanatical Wuxiang Envoy and hurriedly left the cave.

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The next morning, Qiandong City, Zhenxi Marquis Mansion.

"Grandpa, I must go to Tianqi City! It doesn't matter whether I can be Mr. Li's disciple or not!"

"I promised Master that I would brew the best wine in the world, hang it in the highest place in Tianqi City, and make it famous in Tianqi City, the largest city!"

Baili Dongjun spoke with certainty, standing in the main hall of the Marquis's mansion with his hands on his hips.

Baili Luochen, who was sitting in the middle of the main hall, listened to him and admired his grandson's lofty ambitions in his heart.

But as someone who has seen through the world, he knows everything about it very clearly.

He didn't want his only grandson to go to Tianqi, as he might be involved in court disputes in the future and end up in a bad ending.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Wen Luoyu, who was sitting below Baili Luochen, suddenly stood up:

"Dongjun, go back and sit down!"

Then he bowed to Baili Luo Chen and said:

"Dad, the young master and his friends didn't just invite Dongjun this time. Their target should be Zhaoer!"

"Zhao'er has now acquired the cultivation level of the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen, and has reached the same level as my brother Wen Hujiu!"

"Besides, Zhao'er's talent in swordsmanship is outstanding among his peers. There is no reason for them not to accept Zhao'er as their last disciple."

"According to my daughter-in-law, Dongjun and Zhao'er will probably be considered by Mr. Li when going to Tianqi City. If you let his cousin go with him, you can rest assured!"

After listening to his daughter-in-law Wen Luoyu's words, Baili Luochen held his head with one hand, and his gray beard trembled with his breathing.

After thinking for a while, he turned his gaze to the warm pot of wine sitting next to Baili Chengfeng:

"Uncle Dongjun, what do you think?"

When Wenhujiu heard the old marquis asking for his opinion, he hurriedly sat up straight:

"The old marquis loves Dongjun the most, but... in our Wen family, I listen to my nephew first and my sister second!"

After finishing speaking, he gave Wen Luoyu a look:

"Right, Luoyu!"

Wen Luoyu nodded shyly, and Baili Luochen saw that his daughter-in-law and uncle had the same opinion.

He did not ask his son Baili Chengfeng any further, although he saw that Baili Chengfeng seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Finally, Baili Luochen fixed his gaze on Wen Yanzhao who was sitting next to Wen Luoyu:

"Zhao'er, if Dongjun goes to Tianqi with you, what do you think?"

Wen Hujiu had already told the old marquis and Wen Luoyu about the Confucian immortal Gu Chen saving Wen Yanzhao and passing on his skills to him.

The fact that Wen Yanzhao killed Wutan, one of the four great envoys of the Demon Cult, was also made public.

From then on, Wen Yanzhao's status and position in the Wen family and the Baili family rose to a higher level.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yanzhao immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to Baili Luochen:

"My uncle asked Zhao'er what he thought, and Zhao'er's thought was - Dongjun and I are brothers, and we don't care about Jixia Academy either!"

"Although Dongjun doesn't have much kung fu, Zhao'er boasts that his current cultivation level can keep his cousin safe!"

"If those lawless and thieves come again, I will chop off their heads and hang them in front of the Marquis's mansion!"

"Also, Uncle, I think you should ask my uncle as well. I think my uncle has been wanting to talk for a long time!"

Baili Luochen listened to Wen Yanzhao's words with approval. The last sentence made the old marquis unable to help but glance at his son who was blushing beside him.

Sitting aside, he stuffed cashews into his mouth while drinking a warm bottle of wine, and glared viciously at Wen Yanzhao opposite him, as if scolding him for being inappropriate.

"Okay, Zhao'er and Dongjun are both ambitious men! Feng'er, since your nephew has said so, you can also tell us your opinion!"

Baili Chengfeng was nearly forty years old, and this was the first time he felt so embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said:

"Ahem... Feng'er is just worried. After the young master returns to Tianqi, he will naturally report the matter of the Confucian Immortal to the Emperor."

"Dad knows the current emperor's temperament best. Aren't you afraid that they will take Dongjun as a hostage and put him under house arrest in Tianqi City?"

As soon as these words came out, Baili Luochen immediately waved his hands, his long eyebrows suddenly stood up and roared:

"Bullshit! The Confucian Immortal is dead and has nothing to do with our Marquisate! Dongjun was just a child back then, how could he recognize any Confucian Immortal or Sword Immortal!"

"If the emperor thinks that I, the Marquis of Zhenxi, am colluding with foreign enemies, he can take this head if he wants it!"

These words were like the roar of a huge bell, echoing loudly in the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion.

Naturally, Xiao Ruofeng, who was playing chess with Lei Mengsha in the guest room at this moment, also heard it clearly.