Bloody Kyoto

Zhao Rongyuan received Elder Yun and preemptively explained the laws of the Great Shang Dynasty to him.

I thought that Ancestor Yun would have some reservations, but...

"Hmph, Zhao family brat, don't try to talk nonsense with this old man."

Ancestor Yun said with disdain, "These laws of the Great Shang Dynasty can only be used to restrain the common people and officials, but they are useless to our reclusive family."

He stared at Zhao Rongyuan with a sinister smile, "Using you as a bargaining chip should be able to put pressure on Zhao Moyan."

Zhao Rongyuan instinctively took a step back, but his body moved forward uncontrollably, and Old Ancestor Yun grabbed his neck.

Hearing the commotion, Wang Xiangyang, who was waiting outside, rushed in and drew his sword, pointing it directly at Elder Yun.

"Let go of us adults!"

Old Ancestor Yun didn't take Wang Xiangyang seriously at all. With a wave of his sleeve, he smashed the window and flew out.

"Go tell Zhao Moyan that if he wants Zhao Rongyuan dead, he must immediately lift the curse on Yunze."

"Otherwise, I, your old ancestor, will take Zhao Rongyuan's head with me."

Wang Xiangyang got up from the ground with a pained expression. Hearing this, he knew he couldn't delay. He clutched his stomach and stumbled out. Behind him, he heard the voice of Old Ancestor Yun again.

"Remember, I will not release Yunze until I see him in perfect condition."

Zhao Rongyuan felt extremely guilty as his neck was being choked, knowing he was about to implicate the young master.

Although he knew from the beginning that this might be the outcome, he did not regret it.

Those beggars are human too. He couldn't pretend not to see them even though he knew they were being taken away as sacrifices.

At this moment, he put the identity given to him by his family behind him and put the identity of Lord Zhao of the Jingzhao Prefecture first.

Looking at Zhao Rongyuan's hateful gaze, Ancestor Yun snorted coldly, "If I remember correctly, the Emperor ordered you to find out the identity of the otherworldly people."

"But young master Zhao, if the emperor finds out that your Zhao family is helping people from another world, do you think you can still hold this official position?"

He pushed Zhao Rongyuan forward, and Zhao Rongyuan fell heavily to the ground. He coughed a few times and struggled to get up.

“Old Ancestor Yun, you’re getting on in years, you shouldn’t be spouting nonsense.”

"Our Zhao family has never helped people from other worlds."

As the old ancestor sat upright in his chair, looking at his evasive face, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

"If you didn't help the otherworldly beings, why did you curse Aze?"

Zhao Rongyuan breathed a sigh of relief. So that's how he deduced it. He thought he had some solid evidence.

"Ancestor Yun, do you really not know why my Zhao family is targeting Patriarch Yun?"

When Elder Yun heard this, his heart sank. The Zhao family still knew about that matter.

However, so what? Since Yunze had already taken action, there was no intention to hide it.

He chuckled darkly, "So what if you know? Can your Zhao family take it back?"

"A bunch of stinking rats who only dare to curse behind people's backs are not worthy of having that kind of divine power."

Zhao Rongyuan was so angry he laughed, and actually said that the Zhao family were just stinking rats who dared to curse behind people's backs.

Zhu You Shu is a type of medical art, and it is common knowledge that it does not possess the power to confront people head-on.

Now that they're using these words to insult the Zhao family, isn't the Yun family's divination technique just a covert operation?

By deducing changes in the world, one can make decisions that benefit the family.

And these advantageous decisions are often accompanied by plunder.

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"The force is still not enough!"

"This will only torture him, it won't kill him at all."

"Damn it, if only we had his birth date, hair and blood."

"Don't even dream about it. We're lucky if we even know his name and the courtesy name he was given at his coming-of-age ceremony."

Even a reclusive family like the Xiang family, which doesn't practice any mystical arts, knows to conceal their hair, blood, and birth dates; the Yun family would certainly be even more discreet.

"Why don't we have Mo Yan go and pluck a few strands of hair?" suggested one of the uncles.

Another immediately rebuked, "What kind of idea is this? Mo Yan might have a fighting chance against that old man from the Yun family, but he has no chance against Yun Ze."

"That was before. Weren't we putting a curse on Yunze? As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot."

After he said that, the room fell silent.

Zhao Renlou, the patriarch, stood up thoughtfully and nodded finally. "That's right. Strike while the iron is hot. There's no need to take his hair or blood. Just have Mo Yan chop off his head."

As he was about to go out and talk to his great-grandson, he was stopped by another great-uncle.

"Brother, wait a minute, don't forget that Old Man Yun is still by Yun Ze's side."

"Although Mo Yan's martial arts are comparable to Old Man Yun's, Yun Ze is only sick, not dead. If Mo Yan has to deal with both of them at the same time, his chances of winning are not high."

Zhao Renlou sat down again. "Then we need to find a way to distract Old Man Yun first?"

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

When Wang Xiangyang found Zhao Moyan, he was leaning on a sword, solemnly guarding the door of a room.

Upon seeing Wang Xiangyang, he maintained the same posture, showing no sign of relaxation.

He looked Wang Xiangyang up and down; he was injured, so something must have happened.

Despite the discomfort from his internal injuries, Wang Xiangyang knelt down on one knee before Zhao Moyan, pleading, "Young Master Zhao, please save our master."

"What happened to Rongyuan?"

"He was captured by Ancestor Yun. Ancestor Yun demanded that the curse be lifted, or he would take our heads."

Wang Xiangyang spoke calmly, but Zhao Moyan could immediately see the anxiety in his eyes.

"Where!"

"The Prefectural Office of the Capital Region."

Zhao Moyan glanced at the room out of the corner of his eye. The ancestors had just been thinking of diverting Ancestor Yun's attention when this opportunity arose.

"I understand. Go back and tell Ancestor Yun that the curse can be lifted, but he must not harm your adults in the slightest. Otherwise, if the curse can be lifted, it can also be lifted."

Joy immediately appeared in Wang Xiangyang's eyes. "This humble servant thanks you, young master."

"By the way, Ancestor Yun also said that he would not release Yun Ze unless he saw him in good condition."

Zhao Moyan nodded, indicating that he understood.

After Wang Xiangyang left, Zhao Moyan raised his hand and knocked on the door. The door opened, and a barrage of curses came out.

"What are you banging on? Your ancestors are trying to come up with a solution, and your banging has interrupted their thoughts."

The one who opened the door was Zhao Renlou, the ancestor of Zhao Moyan's lineage.

"How insensible! Get out of here, we still need to think about this," an uncle said, puffing out his beard and glaring.

The other uncles also waved their hands impatiently at him.

Zhao Moyan chuckled, "The ancestors are all in good spirits."

"Ancestors, you don't need to think about how to distract Old Man Yun anymore. He has already left the Yun family and is holding Rong Yuan hostage to force you to lift the curse."

"What!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Rongyuan's great-uncle immediately jumped up. "They've taken Rongyuan hostage?"

"Let's go, hurry and save them."

He pushed Zhao Moyan hard, but Zhao Moyan didn't budge. Seeing this, the great-uncle was so angry that his beard twitched. He pointed at Zhao Moyan and said, "You brat, are you bullying your great-uncle because he doesn't know martial arts?"

Zhao Moyan smiled and pushed him back into the house to sit down. "Third Uncle, don't be angry. Let your grand-nephew tell you about the next plan."

Even the ancestors who didn't want to be quiet eventually fell silent.

After a short while, Zhao Moyan finished speaking, and the ancestors' eyes brightened considerably.

They all smiled.