The government was sending out wives, and I ended up with a princess from the previous dynasty!

Hu Yanzhuo and Hu Yanyou, brothers, sat on the steps and took out their dried meat and mare's milk wine.

The two men in black cloaks who had been following the Hu Yan brothers sat down beside them, took off their cloaks, and revealed two familiar faces.

It was Huo Yaojin, the younger brother of the Grand General of the Longwu Dynasty.

The other slender woman was Murong Nishang, the Holy Maiden of Longwu, who was supposed to have already gone into seclusion.

Besides them, there was another figure shrouded in a black robe, holding a sword in his arms, silent, seemingly trying to blend his body into the shadows beside him.

"Gentlemen, let's analyze this first."

Huyan Zhuo waved his hand, instructing his soldiers to distribute mare's milk wine, and then began distributing dried meat. He lit a pipe and began puffing away.

Huyan Zhuo had a habit of taking a couple of puffs of a cigarette when he was thinking about a problem.

Then, we can talk about serious business.

“We should be able to make a general assessment of this place now.” Hu Yanzhuo exhaled a puff of smoke while stuffing a piece of dried meat into his mouth. “I believe this place should be one of the signature techniques of the Kumu Sect, the Six Paths Thousand Machine Tower.”

“This place is not a hidden treasure, but a trap set for us.”

Murong Nishang nodded. She had already discovered this. Moreover, this time, their purpose in infiltrating the Kushan Empire's ranks was not for any secret treasure, but to kill Zhenbei King Shen Li.

Murong Nishang didn't care at all about the secret treasures.

"The key point now is, what are the murals we see trying to tell us?" Although Huo Yaojin was a rough man, he was quite perceptive and he also noticed the unusual nature of the murals.

The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose.

“My opinion is that they were emperors of some dynasty who were suppressed by the people inside a sect after joining it,” Murong Nishang said after thinking for a moment.

Based on this information, she could only draw this conclusion.

“That’s our ancestor, the Xiongnu King. I recognize that crown. As for that pavilion, it should be the legendary Liyue Pavilion,” Huyan Zhuo said leisurely, exhaling a smoke ring.

“Liyue Tower? That tower in Liyue City in the Southern Frontier stood for over a thousand years, but unfortunately, it was destroyed by a celestial meteor. You're saying this pavilion is the destroyed Liyue Tower?” Murong Nishang asked in surprise.

“That’s right. With the fall of Liyue, the winds of change have risen. The Southern Region is truly a place to yearn for.” Hu Yanzhuo’s eyes were burning with desire.

"By the way, you said that the person in the carriage was the founding emperor of your Kushan Empire, the King of the Xiongnu himself? That's a figure from a very long time ago." Huo Yaojin only then realized, "What was he doing at this Liyue Tower? And why was he chained up in the end?"

“I remember a legend from our grasslands: in the southern region of the continent, strange phenomena appeared, attracting several great emperors to investigate. As a result, all of those emperors never returned,” Huyan Zhuo said after thinking for a moment.

"So, does that mean the other emperors were all chained to death, just like your Xiongnu king?" Murong Nishang frowned. "Therefore, we need to consider three questions: First, why did they go to the Southern Region's Liyue Tower? Second, what's inside the Southern Region's Liyue Tower, and who killed them? Third, why did the person who created this Six Paths Thousand Machine Tower leave this information here, and what was he trying to express?"

These questions have indeed touched upon the essence of the matter.

"Maybe, or perhaps there are more than just these three questions." Huyan Zhuo stuffed the last piece of jerky into his mouth.

“Brother, it seems pointless for us to say all this. These murals were probably left behind by the person who built the Thousand Machine Tower on a whim. I have a feeling this place is strange and eerie. Let’s find Shen Li quickly, kill this woman, and then leave,” Hu Yanyou said.

“No, this should be our biggest gain this time.” Huyan Zhuo shook his head. “I will report this news to the King when we get back.”

"Alright, these are just empty legends. Let's get down to business first." Murong Nishang clearly didn't care much about this.

She only cares about her nemesis, Shen Li.

The defeat at Sifang City became a thorn in her heart.

……

In the underground palace.

As their numbers dwindled, these江湖人士 (jianghu figures) endured pain and despair before finally navigating the most dangerous and convoluted passage to reach the core area.

The feeling here is like the Zuma Pavilion in the Legend of Mir, with one large hall after another.

The absence of narrow and complicated passageways brought a sigh of relief to everyone.

Even the air seemed to smell sweeter.

Of course, this is an illusion.

However, relatively speaking, there are no traps or mechanisms here.

Some wandering knights even ran around inside several times, shouting wildly, but they didn't trigger any traps, which made them extremely happy!

"Hahaha! I finally beat the game! Treasure! Treasure! Let's go!"

"Hahaha! I can become a peerless master! I'll soon obtain unparalleled martial arts techniques!"

"Number one in the world! I want to be number one in the world!"

Several seasoned wandering swordsmen with weak mental fortitude went completely insane.

You can't blame them, because it hasn't been easy for them along the way.

Just like Fan Jin passing the imperial examination.

Now, finally, we see the light at the end of the tunnel!

Can you not be excited?

But not everyone is like these wandering knights.

Those knowledgeable and experienced sects, as well as renowned figures in the martial arts world, remained extremely calm and unmoved at this moment!

Among them are the Seven Heroes of Southern Xinjiang from Xiawang Valley, and also Mr. Poison.

Furthermore, major sects like the Xuanhua Sect did not send anyone because of Yi Qianxiao.

At this moment, the three heroes of Southern Xinjiang, who had always been at odds, and Mr. Poison, unexpectedly gathered together.

"Black Bear, you've really made a mess of things this time. You even lost your cane."

Mr. Poison chuckled.

"You little poisoner, you're not much better." Black Bear was a little annoyed at being humiliated.

"Brother, I think this place is too eerie. It doesn't seem like a place with treasure at all. Let's leave quickly." Yang Tiesheng lent his big iron spear to his older brother, Hei Xiazi, as he was a little panicked without a weapon.

The crisis they've encountered is so great that these two arch-rivals have temporarily begun to cooperate.

"Hmph! We've come all this way, and paid so much, how can we leave empty-handed!" Black Bear sneered.

“That’s right, that’s right, I also think this place is great, it’s really fun.” Mr. Poison continued to chuckle.

"You poisonous dog, I advise you to speak like a human being, or get lost!" Yang Tiesheng was furious when he saw this poisonous man.

"Alright, alright, there are more of you, we'll listen to you." Mr. Poison hesitated for a moment, then immediately compromised, "I was just joking with you."

Yang Tiesheng sneered. This Mr. Poison was treacherous and cunning, trying to trick the seven-person group into becoming cannon fodder for him!

Want to eat fart!

"If you want to join forces, then show some sincerity. We're all seasoned foxes, what kind of ghost story are you trying to pull with me!" Yang Tiesheng said irritably.

The Great Jing Dynasty had storybooks like Liaozhai.

"Okay, okay! Sincerity! Sincerity!"

Mr. Poison was also very cunning. Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, he could only sincerely start whispering to the Seven Heroes of Southern Xinjiang.