noffsinger Chapter 450
Chapter 450
At the foot of Mount Mei.
A cultist shouted at the top of his lungs, "High Priest! Most of the explosives have been detonated. We only have ten packs left. Should we still blow them up?"
It turned out that these explosives were not manufactured by ordinary means, but brought by a senior expert from the past; every pack used was one pack lost forever.
Wu Xian narrowed his eyes and looked over. Amidst the rolling black fog in the mountainside, a white silhouette was diving down at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. He knew who that was, and he knew even better that once the man closed the distance, everything would be over. Gritting his teeth, he ordered, "Blow it up! Even if we exhaust our entire stockpile, we cannot let him live!"
Another deafening boom rang out!
The white silhouette's momentum slowed slightly, but only for a fraction of a second, before pouncing forward even more fiercely.
The cultist behind him was horrified. "High Priest, is that a man or a ghost? Not even explosives can stop him?!"
His confidant also chimed in, "My lord, the Regent is too formidable. Why don't we retreat for now?"
But Wu Xian remembered something and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "No! That person said that the Regent is currently alone on Mount Mei. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! As long as we eliminate him, we can bring back the Holy Maiden and use her to refine the Medicine Human Gu—"
Barely had the word "Gu" left his lips when a figure suddenly burst out from the black fog and punched him squarely in the face.
Wu Xian let out a miserable shriek as his nasal bone shattered. He hastily tried to chant a spell to control his Gu, but before he could make a sound, he received another heavy kick, sending his entire body flying sideways to crash against a tree.
The cultists were all pale with fright. They turned to flee, only to be swept off their feet by a powerful gust of wind, unable to even crawl back up.
The man, his face darkened with gloom, lifted one of them up like an eagle catching a chick. "Did you set off the explosives?"
The interrogated man turned white as a sheet and frantically shook his head. "No, no! It was him!"
He hurriedly pointed at the High Priest's confidant. In the next instant, the confidant charged over, clutching the explosives.
BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion seemingly awakened the entirety of Mount Mei.
The Princess Consort and the others rushed over, only to be greeted by the sight of scattered corpses and billowing thick smoke...
Her heart skipped a beat. Chu Ruoyan supported her and cried out, "Father, Father!"
Who could have imagined that the people of the Western Frontier possessed such devastating weapons.
If deployed on the battlefield, wouldn't they be invincible?
Yan Zheng also narrowed his eyes, carefully scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, there was movement from the southeast.
He gave a low shout to the shadow guards, and together with Yun Lang and the shadows, they formed a protective circle around the Yun family mother and daughter.
Just as they were on high alert, a person walked out of the black fog...
Covered in pitch-black soot, with his hair blown into a messy bird's nest, yet from those cold eyes and the unparalleled, intimidating aura radiating from him, one could tell that this person should be, or rather seemed to be, the Regent?
"Pfft!" Yun Lang was the first to fail at holding back his laughter.
Yan Zheng's eyelids twitched as he quickly turned his head away. Chu Ruoyan and the Princess Consort also couldn't suppress the upward curve of their lips.
The Regent was originally infuriated to death; after all, despite his lifelong brilliance, he was almost taken down by a mere lackey.
But seeing the Princess Consort's smiling eyes, that knot of frustration instantly vanished into thin air.
He walked briskly to the Princess Consort, who smiled and asked, "Is Your Highness alright?"
The Regent shook his head.
The one who wasn't alright had already been blown to ashes!
It turned out that the moment the man charged at him, he had flown backward, casually grabbing someone to use as a human shield.
However, the explosives were too powerful, and the shockwave still caught him, resulting in his current state!
Sniffing the stench on his body, his brows furrowed tightly. Unable to endure it any longer, he tossed out a sentence, "This Prince is going to bathe first."
Yun Lang called out, "Hey, you're just going to leave like that..."
"Lang'lang, let him go," the Princess Consort interrupted, her face full of smiles. "Your father is just like you, a neat freak. Even if the sky were falling, he would just prop it up with his weapon and finish bathing first."
Yun Lang choked on his words. Looking at the pristine spot he had carefully chosen to stand on, for the first time, he didn't oppose his old man. "Yeah, it really is unbearable."
Chu Ruoyan and Yan Zheng exchanged a glance, smiling as they shook their heads.
At this moment, a shadow guard dragged someone over from out of nowhere. The man's nose was bleeding profusely, and he was wearing a priest's attire.
The Princess Consort's smile immediately faded. "Wu Xian?"
The man raised his head. Seeing the Princess Consort speaking, he looked as if he had seen a ghost. "M-Master?! How are you awake?!"
The Princess Consort's expression was indifferent. "Were you hoping I wouldn't wake up?"
Wu Xian trembled all over and prostrated himself on the ground. "Wu Xian knows his wrongs. I beg for Master's forgiveness!"
Before the Princess Consort could speak, Yun Lang sneered coldly. "Great, then go down to the underworld and apologize to my eldest brother!"
As he spoke, he prepared to wave his fan. The Princess Consort called out, "Lang'lang," and her gaze fell back onto Wu Xian. "Who told you to do this?"
Wu Xian jolted, looking up in surprise.
A faint sneer surfaced on the Princess Consort's lips. "You knew I was at Mount Mei all along but didn't dare to come for so many years. Now you suddenly attack the mountain with explosives. Who gave you this idea?"
Wu Xian let out a heavy sigh. "Indeed, nothing can be hidden from Master's eyes. Someone did advise me, saying that only with Master's blood, or the blood of your children, could the Medicine Human be refined. But as to who this person exactly is, your disciple does not know."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, who would dare to lie in front of you?" Wu Xian smiled bitterly. If he had known his master was awake, even if he were given a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't have dared to try refining the Medicine Human Gu.
After all, in the Western Frontier, strength reigned supreme. As the sole Holy Maiden of the Sacred Cult, her mastery of mystical arts was peerless.
Back then, if she hadn't been betrayed and hadn't needed to protect her children, nothing would have happened to her.
The Princess Consort nodded and asked again, "What else did this person tell you?"
Wu Xian, his face deathly pale, said, "Nothing else. He only mentioned that he seemed to have some important matter to attend to, and added that it would be best if I could blow up Mount Mei..."
"Blow up Mount Mei?" The Princess Consort raised an eyebrow. Chu Ruoyan asked, "Mother, could this person be an enemy of yours?"
The Princess Consort reminisced for a moment. "I don't know. But from what I recall, all our enemies from back then should have been eradicated by the Prince..."
Just as her voice fell, Yan Zheng abruptly raised his head. "No! It's us!"
Everyone was stunned, not understanding what he meant. Only Chu Ruoyan's expression changed. "You mean that person's target isn't Father and Mother, but you and me? He knew we were at Mount Mei, so he wanted to use Wu Xian's hands to eliminate us? Who could it be?"
Yan Zheng furrowed his brows in thought for a moment. "The person who rescued Yun Zihao!"
Realization dawned on everyone. Chu Ruoyan said solemnly, "If that is truly the case, then the capital is in danger!"
With the Emperor and Empress absent, and the ambitious enemy hiding in the shadows, Cao Yang and the few others might not be able to handle it alone.
She turned to look at her brother. "Second Brother, is there any news from the Baixiao Pavilion?"
Yun Lang was leaning on his fan, deep in thought. Hearing this, he shook his head. "There is no news from the capital for the time being. However, this person you're talking about... I think I have some impression of him..."
Everyone hastily looked at him. Yun Lang waved his hand and said, "It might not necessarily be him. But back when Yun Zihao kept trying to ally with me? I pretended to agree, and I saw a mysterious person by his side. His face was always covered, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly. At the time, I thought it was someone he invited from the Western Frontier, so I didn't pay much attention. But thinking about it now, Yun Zihao was extremely polite to him..."
For someone as arrogant as Yun Zihao to lower his head, the other party's identity must be far from simple.
Yan Zheng suddenly said, "A-Yan, do you remember that time in the Cold Palace, when you mocked him for having no heir?"