I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Meng Dalang's words made everyone sitting at the table laugh uncontrollably.

Mingchuan let go of his hand and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Hehe... I thought it was..."

Mingchuan rolled his eyes, speechless.

"Yan Caijun, although this poison is somewhat different from the Gu poison, it also has no antidote except me. If you dare to use my token to do anything, be careful that your life is in danger."

Yan Caijun felt even more depressed. All his plans were extinguished at this moment and he could only nod and agree.

"I understand."

Mingchuan nodded with satisfaction.

Yan Caijun left the villa not long after.

Meng Dalang watched his receding figure and whispered to Mingchuan, "Brother, will he be killed by those people when he returns?"

Mingchuan shook his head: "I don't know. Life or death has nothing to do with me. Don't worry about it."

"alright."

Meng Dalang shrugged.

……

Hongmeng Pavilion.

The atmosphere in the cabinet was oppressive and dead silent.

The smell here was similar to when they were in the mountains before, unlike the villa where Mingchuan and the others were, where there was laughter and a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

Yan Caijun, who originally just planned to stay with Mingchuan and cooperate with him simply so that he could gain more power, now actually missed the feeling of being with Mingchuan.

The Hongmeng Pavilion in front of him made him feel afraid. He hesitated and stopped at the door, and did not move forward for a long time.

A voice came from not far ahead.

"Yan Caijun, what are you waiting for? Have you forgotten your identity after staying with Mingchuan for so long?"

A sinister and loud voice was heard, and the tremendous pressure instantly made Yan Caijun unable to straighten his back. He was so frightened that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His pupils trembled and he looked up. There was no one around, but the voice came again.

"What? Can't I order you around anymore?"

Once again, the feeling of oppression seemed to shatter Yan Caijun's internal organs.

Yan Caijun was pressed to the ground, his body twitching, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No... I... I'll come right away..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure on him disappeared a little.

Yan Caijun struggled to get up from the ground and staggered towards the master's room upstairs.

All his men along the way lowered their heads and stood by blankly. No one opened their eyes to look at him, as if they didn't notice that Yan Caijun was staggering and looked like he might fall at any time.

It was not until Yan Caijun climbed to the fifth floor in a panic that he managed to steady himself by holding onto the door frame beside him, somewhat unable to control himself.

But his trembling legs betrayed his current state of exhaustion.

After taking a deep breath, he straightened up and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in."

Yan Caijun pushed the door open and walked in. The overwhelming sense of oppression he had just felt came over him again.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and as he entered the room, he fell to his knees with a thud.

This time, he couldn't even lift his head. It felt like there was a huge stone pressing on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to breathe.

There was that judging look again.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Yan Caijun's mouth. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to look up and forward.

"Dad... I... I didn't hang out with them... I... I was..."

His hands were trembling, and he used all his strength to take out the token that Mingchuan had given him that could summon the remaining factions of Hongmeng Pavilion.

The token is carved from a piece of white jade. There is a layer of glory on the surface of the jade, as if spiritual energy is enveloping the token.

Yan Caijun's hands were stained with blood, but not a drop of it was left on the token.

With this quality, even if it is put up for auction in the market, it will probably be priceless!

When the head of the Yan family saw the token, he suddenly stood up, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Hongmeng Pavilion Token!!!"

He took two excited steps forward and was about to snatch the token from Yan Caijun's hand, but Yan Caijun suddenly snatched it back, held it tightly in his palm, and placed it on his chest.

He raised his eyes to look at Patriarch Yan.

The two black pupils rolled upwards, leaving a large area of ​​white, looking extremely eerie.

"Master, I went to steal the token these days. I'm not on the same page with Mingchuan and the others, but I can't give you the token now. Sorry."

The head of the Yan family's heart suddenly sank, and he lowered his head to look at Yan Caijun's face.

Without saying a word, "Pah!"

A loud slap sent Yan Caijun flying backwards, and he hit the wall heavily, causing his back bones to ache as if all of them were broken.

He stared with his eyes wide open and spat out blood again, his lips trembling as he looked at the head of the Yan family.

His eyes were full of determination and courage.

"Even if you kill me today, I will never hand this thing over."

The head of the Yan family narrowed his eyes slightly, looked the boy up and down, snorted coldly, and then actually stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help him up from the ground.

Yan Caijun was flattered, his heart beating like a drum. For a moment, he was a little confused about what the head of the Yan family was thinking.

When the head of the Yan family saw him stand up straight, he slowly spoke.

"Alright, if you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me. I can see that you worked really hard to get this thing, so I won't make it difficult for you."

"Even if you can get by with me this time."

"But how are you going to explain to them what happened at Zhentian Tower and Fengxue Gate?"

The people from the two major sects behind him stood up together.

Yan Caijun swallowed his saliva, feeling guilty.

I didn't expect them to show up at this time. I clearly didn't detect their presence when they came in...

The two men looked at him with extremely ferocious eyes.

Even if Yan Caijun didn't look back, he could feel that they wanted to eat him till every bone was gone, just like those disciples he had fought with in the martial arts field before.

Yan Caijun took a deep breath, turned around and kowtowed to the two elders sent by the sect.

"Two elders, what happened this time was not my intention. You two have seen it. I did put in a lot of effort this time. I have already led them into your territory. I did nothing else."

"They were cunning enough to slip away from your hands."

"It really has nothing to do with me."

Yan Caijun's head hit the ground heavily, leaving a layer of bright red blood.

The two elders sneered, full of displeasure, raised their hands and suddenly grabbed his neck.

The feeling of suffocation came over me.

"Your biggest problem is that you didn't do anything! How could you just stand by and watch? If you weren't so useless, would they have escaped from the Sky-Shaking Tower so easily?"

They couldn't find any words to blame.

After all, Yan Caijun had no idea about the internal structure of the Zhentian Tower, so it would be extremely difficult for him to escape from the scene with his men.