The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

Han Cuiyin had little contact with Qingyun, but she had met him in her previous life. He had gone back to the main courtyard to retrieve something and always had a stern face.

In this life, her relationship with Luo Jingqian was acceptable, and she also knew a bit about the people around him.

Qingyun is five years older than the Qingshan and Qinghe brothers, and he entered the sect earlier, making him their senior brother.

However, his aptitude was not good, and his cultivation level was much lower than that of the two brothers.

He and another person remained in the shadows.

We're short-handed lately, which is why we put him in the public eye.

Qingyun's cultivation level is a bit low, but he's very smart.

"You're hiding like that, could you be someone I know?"

As soon as he finished speaking, their fight froze for a moment.

"Looks like it really is someone I know! No wonder their moves are so strange." As soon as Qingyun finished speaking, the dark figure became even more agile, and the sword flashed.

Han Cuiyin, watching from the steps, couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Qingyun, use a horizontal downward slash! Capture him alive!"

This person's attack in the dead of night must have some grand scheme. If there is a mastermind behind it all, we must capture this person and follow the clues to find the source.

Qingyun realized what was happening and did as instructed, and the sword light pierced the black-clad man's abdomen.

Han Cuiyin was overjoyed and was about to use her spiritual power to form a net to catch the person when the person threw a black, round object that exploded into a large cloud of smoke.

After the smoke cleared, the man had already escaped.

Her consciousness had not recovered, so she was unable to locate the person.

"What a pity, he got away!"

And it caused such a big commotion.

The loud noise from the black ball exploding had already alerted the people on the estate.

Some villages are brightly lit, and people have already been sent to check on them.

They knew that the Yan family's former estate was special, backed by the Grand Princess, so even if the Yan family were just ordinary people, they wouldn't dare to offend them easily.

Luo Jingqian landed in the center of the courtyard, his face full of concern. "Is someone really here? Are you injured?"

Qingyun watched as his junior brother, who had been indifferent on Fuguang Mountain, walked past him with a smile and headed straight for Han Cuiyin, who hadn't made a move on the steps.

It looks so worthless, it's unbearable to look at.

Qinghe followed, only a few steps behind. "Haha, you've witnessed Junior Brother's change of expression too? If Master knew, he probably wouldn't doubt my words anymore."

Qingshan was a man of few words and never discussed these matters with the leader of Fuguang Mountain.

In other words, Qinghe is a restless person who often uses communication talismans to greet Master Chifeng and sometimes talks about things that happen in the Daye Dynasty.

However, every time he mentioned his junior brother's change of expression, his master would reprimand him through the communication talisman, leaving him helpless.

Some fellow disciples came from Fuguang Mountain this time, and they witnessed this scene at the entrance just now.

More and more fellow disciples from Fuguang Mountain arrived one after another, and Qinghe led them away directly.

As for those outside who wanted to peek, no one paid them any attention. Even if they were very curious, they didn't dare to go up and ask directly. After waiting for a while and seeing no movement, they hurried back to report to their master.

After Luo Jingqian arrived, he went straight to where Han Cuiyin was, his face full of concern. "I should have sent you a few more people. Ten more fellow disciples have come to my side. Their cultivation is quite good. Although they all entered the Dao through martial arts, it is enough for the Great Ye Dynasty."

Han Cuiyin lowered her eyes slightly, "My cultivation has recovered. I didn't make a move just now because I thought Qingyun was enough to handle it. I just didn't expect that person to be so cunning and actually hide his strength."

Especially that black ball, which was thrown so silently that it even fooled her.

“He escaped, but I wounded him. My sword tip is coated with the leaves of a certain herb; I can find him by releasing spirit butterflies.”

After Qingyun finished speaking, his voice grew softer and softer, "Why are you two looking at me like that? Although it's a bit despicable, we can't just suffer in silence like this. We have to get revenge!"

"This method is good," Han Cuiyin affirmed, then added, "Has the spirit butterfly already been released?"

“Of course, if we’re not proactive in finding him, how will we find him once he’s cleaned up? However, the smell of this liquid will take twelve hours to dissipate. I will release spirit butterflies one after another, and one of them will eventually lead us to him.”

After Qingyun finished speaking, he met Luo Jingqian's gaze. "The sect leader also knows about this. Although it's a minor skill, it's useful as long as it works."

"Okay, I understand. You may leave!" Luo Jingqian dismissed the man. "What are your thoughts on the people who attacked today?"

Luo Jingqian has always taken good care of his fellow disciples.

However, since the Great Ye Dynasty is a secular place, some etiquette should still be followed according to their customs.

If he develops this habit in private and it gives others cause for gossip, it won't be good for him or his fellow disciples.

Han Cuiyin also voiced her guess, "When Qingyun was fighting just now, he kept provoking that person. That person's movements were indeed a bit awkward, and it's very likely that it's someone you know. The possibilities are too broad to guess. However, we should be able to find out who it is when Lingdie returns."

There was one more thing she didn't mention: she suspected this person was after the Yan family.

It is highly likely that it is related to the owner of that letter.

I just don't know what they're looking for about Yan's family.

My third uncle in the capital city thankfully changed his name and didn't use his real name.

As for the person who launched the night raid, he was struck by Qingyun's sword. Although the wound was not deep, it was extremely painful. He ran for ten miles and almost fainted on the ground.

Later, he unexpectedly met an old farmer driving a donkey cart, who gave him a ride.

Seeing the smell of blood on him, the old farmer said:

"Hide under these vegetables so that no one catches up with you and I get caught up in the process."

"Aren't you afraid of me?" The man held a sword to the old farmer's neck. "How dare you order me around!"

"Heh, just a mid-level martial artist. You'd better stay put and save your life!" The old farmer flicked his wrist and broke free from his restraints.

"Who are you? Why are you pretending to be an old farmer?" The man was startled. It was strange that a high-level martial artist would dress like this and travel at night.

"Where are you going? I'll be a good Samaritan and give you a ride." The old farmer avoided answering and focused on driving the donkey cart.

The person who appeared at the Yan family's house in the middle of the night could only roll into the food, saying, "Go to the residence of Grand Preceptor Mo in the capital."

His current injury is very strange; his mind has forgotten how to think, and he directly says "Mo Changdao's residence."

The old farmer was surprised. "The residence of the Imperial Preceptor Mo? Could you introduce me? I have something to tell him that will benefit his cultivation."

Just when I was worried about how to establish connections with these important people in the capital, this opportunity came to me.

Yan Dali, you won't have an easy time from now on.

Don't think you can enjoy the benefits just because you've taken over my collateral clan's land. Even if it's destroyed, it won't benefit you.

The man dressed as an old farmer was Yan Qingping's eldest son, Yan Sui.

Yan Sui quickly fed a pill to the person in the car, saying, "Help me honestly, and I'll give you the antidote later."

The man was helpless; he had no strength left to resist, and at this point he knew something was wrong with his wound.

Several butterflies that were fluttering in the darkness suddenly stopped on the only road leading to the capital and began to flutter up and down.