noffsinger Chapter 170 The end of the road
Chapter 170 The end of the road
With the rapid flight of the flying spirit beasts, Kongming and his companions arrived in the territory of the Great Yuan Dynasty in just one month.
“Brother, the elders of our pavilion just sent word that they have arranged a place for us to stay.”
On the flying spirit beast, Duanmu Qing stepped forward, pointed to the mountain valley below, and spoke to Kongming. His tone still held a hint of resentment, but even more so, a sense of awe.
Kongming nodded slightly, his expression calm. This former "good elder brother" had no choice but to submit to him under the pressure from Eunuch Jiang.
"Brother Duanmu, does your esteemed residence have any news of An Lushan? This man is a thorn in my side; he must be killed!"
"Brother, don't worry. I've already sent a message back. As long as he's still within the territory of the Three States, he absolutely cannot escape the pursuit of my Blood Drop Pavilion!"
Duanmu Qing patted his chest and assured him.
The flying spirit beast swooped down and landed in the mountain hollow that Duanmu Qing pointed out.
A secluded manor was hidden among lush trees, surrounded by an ingenious concealment array. Unless one knew the way well, it would be extremely difficult for an ordinary person to find it, resembling a paradise on earth.
Stepping into the manor, one finds it spacious and well-organized, with all kinds of living facilities readily available.
However, Kongming didn't care. Since the Blood Drop Pavilion had arranged for him to be here, they would naturally attract the Crown Prince of the Great Yuan. As for what methods they would use, Kongming didn't care at all.
"Brother, what's so great about this godforsaken place? It's not as good as our Wolong Manor." Zhu Ganglie muttered as he reluctantly packed his bags.
Kongming gently waved his feather fan, a faint smile appearing on his lips: "Ganglie, do not underestimate this place. This is the perfect place for us to rise to prominence in the world."
"Uh... He's been chased by the ancient clans to the point that he doesn't dare show his true face, yet he still talks big." Zhu Ganglie couldn't help but roll his eyes, his chubby face full of doubt.
Kongming shook his feather fan and said, "Ganglie, the more dangerous the situation, the more opportunities it holds. By lying in wait here, we may appear to be in dire straits, but in reality, we can avoid open and covert attacks from all sides and secretly make our plans."
"You...you're just bragging! All I know is that you're not only afraid of the ancient aristocratic families, but you're also being manipulated by the Blood Drop Pavilion. You're not much better than me, Old Pig!" Pigsy curled his lip and said gloatingly.
Zhao Yun glared at Zhu Ganglie from the side and scolded him in a low voice, "Ganglie, stop talking nonsense. The Prime Minister has his own thoughts and plans. How can we presume to know them?"
Zhu Bajie shrank back when Zhao Yun glared at him, muttering under his breath, "We've been made to look like a stray dog, and they won't even let us say anything..."
"Zilong, lock this pig in a secret room and beat him every night. If he doesn't break through to the Foundation Establishment stage within a year, he's not coming out!"
Kongming's voice was icy as he instructed Zhao Yun.
When Zhuge Liang realized that Kongming wasn't joking, he panicked instantly, plopped down on the ground, and howled, "You little brat Zhuge, you...you're taking revenge for personal reasons! You just wanted the gold notes on your person, did you have to be so ruthless!"
"Prime Minister, this..." Zhao Yun hesitated, looking at Kongming, thinking that Kongming's move was just to scare Zhu Bajie.
Kongming's face remained ashen, showing no sign of changing his mind: "Zilong, carry out the order and do not say another word. Now that we are in the Great Yuan, you and this pig have both shown your faces. You will stay in the secret room and are not allowed to come out without permission!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun immediately understood Kongming's meaning, but he was also somewhat worried. After all, Kongming was alone, and the various forces were intertwined, making the situation dangerous. He couldn't afford to be without someone to look after him.
He was about to say something more, but was stopped by a look from Kongming, a look that exuded unquestionable authority.
Zhao Yun knew that Kongming was always thoughtful and had his reasons for making this decision, so he swallowed back the words he was about to say.
"Prime Minister, this humble general obeys your command." Zhao Yun clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone firm, and then pulled Zhu Bajie, who was still muttering complaints, toward the secret chamber.
As he was dragged along, Zhu Bajie yelled at the top of his lungs, "You little brat Zhuge, you wicked Zhuge! You go out and enjoy the good life, visiting brothels... You... you're trying to kill me, old Zhu Bajie!"
Zhao Yun said helplessly, "Gang Lie, stop making a fuss. The Prime Minister has his own arrangements. Let's go in and cultivate properly."
After Zhao Yun's persistent persuasion, the valley gradually calmed down...
At the same time, the three prefectures of the An clan were completely controlled by the Jade Cauldron and Heavenly Thunder sects.
Li Guangling naturally became the new representative of the mortals, in charge of the troops of three states, and was essentially a powerful warlord.
As the military governor, Du Ruhui had never dared to meet Li Guangling, fearing that he would be killed on the spot by this man.
Seeing Li Guangling's growing power, they dared not enter the lion's den. Realizing the situation was unfavorable, they led 100,000 elite troops back to the Tang Dynasty...
"Young master, our situation is hopeless. If we stay here any longer, we may be in danger!"
Inside a tavern, two people wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats were talking quietly.
The person speaking kept glancing around at the surroundings.
These two men were An Lushan and his confidant An Yong.
"Zhuge Kongming, though you are dead, you cannot ease even a fraction of the hatred in my heart!"
An Lushan clenched his fists, and although his face was covered by a bamboo hat, one could still feel the hatred on his face.
I wish I could grind Zhuge Liang to dust.
An Lushan devoted himself to these three prefectures, and it could be said that he had no other pleasures in his life.
All I want to do is one day lead the three states to compete with other nations and experience what it's like to be a king.
However, now everything has been destroyed, and the root of all this lies with Zhuge Liang.
He was initially full of confidence and wanted to unite with Leizhou to gradually erode the Tang Dynasty from the south and the north, but Kongming intercepted his plan.
If he had truly won over Leizhou back then, he would now possess at least half of the Tang Dynasty's territory.
Just as An Lushan was lost in thought, a person sat down silently opposite him.
An Yong was shocked to see this and hurriedly tried to draw his sword, only to find that he was completely unable to move.
In contrast, An Lushan, though already at his wit's end, remained much calmer.
The other party was clearly a cultivator, and one with considerable cultivation.
"Since you are able to sit down, you are probably not here to take my life!"
An Lushan gently lifted his straw hat with his hand, stared at the other person, and said in a low voice.
"Your Highness is indeed perceptive; you could even see that!" The man took a sip of wine and said indifferently.
Seeing that the other party did not explain his purpose and that this person knew his background perfectly well, An Lushan said, "May I ask your name?"
"Young Master An, just come with me! You'll understand everything once we get there!"
An Lushan knew that some mysterious forces would never reveal their true identities before achieving success, in order to prevent being targeted by those with ulterior motives and avoid unnecessary trouble...