【The Song of the Six Dynasties】(Episode 18, Chapter 3)

Chapter Three

Yun Cangfeng left quickly, leaving Cheng Zongyang to wait in the hall. He waited for two whole hours, his tea becoming tasteless, but Yun Cangfeng still hadn't returned. Cheng Zongyang hadn't even eaten lunch and was starving, but he was more anxious about Yun Ruyao. Ruyao had suffered a miscarriage out of wedlock, and even her brothers, who doted on her, hadn't escaped a scolding. Her health was already weak, and the threat of the cold poison had only exacerbated the situation; he wondered how she had endured all this time.

Thinking of her being inside the fortress, so close, Cheng Zongyang couldn't sit still any longer and got up to walk around. Eight guards outside, sixteen eyes fixed on him. Cheng Zongyang dared not openly approach Yun Ruyao; that wouldn't be an apology, but a humiliation of the Yun family lords. No matter how anxious he was, Cheng Zongyang could only wait, not daring to complain. He could only pace around the door, hoping that his brother Yun would show mercy and summon him.

The fortified village had only one main road, with rows of houses neatly arranged on both sides, large enough to accommodate over a thousand households. Near the walls were vegetable gardens, fishponds, and sheds for raising poultry, livestock, and horses, making it comparable to a small city. In case of any trouble, the fortified gates could be closed, allowing it to be completely self-sufficient; it could even withstand a siege for a year or two.

Night had fallen. Ao Run had come twice, but besides staring at each other helplessly, no one could come up with a solution. Cheng Zongyang asked quietly, "Old Ao, did you deliver the letter I asked you to give to Third Master Yun?"

"I was chased out like a dog as soon as I arrived. I didn't even see Third Master Yun. Boss Cheng, you said that only Third Master Yun could open it himself. I dare not have anyone deliver it on my behalf."

Cheng Zongyang also knew that Yun Cangfeng had not seen the letter, otherwise he wouldn't still be in the dark. He sighed, "You reap what you sow! Alright, you can go back now. Let Old Zhu stay."

Ao Run said worriedly, "Is he okay? What if... we can still break out."

"Break out my ass! Look how high this wall is. Once the door is closed, not even a fly can get out." Cheng Zongyang said, "Don't worry, at worst I'll get a scolding, maybe a beating, but they won't drag me out and behead me." Wouldn't that make Yao a widow?

The Yun family didn't make him wait until dawn. As soon as Ao Run left, someone came to invite Cheng Zongyang in.

Several tree-shaped oil lamps were lit in the hall, and a newly cast Boshan incense burner beside them emitted wisps of fragrance. Yun Xiufeng sat leaning against a low table, his expression cold and aloof; Yun Cangfeng's face was as dark as if it were about to rain, he glared at him fiercely a few times, then rolled his eyes helplessly.

Cheng Zongyang knew perfectly well that the two Yun family members had been discussing for so long, they had probably guessed the truth from his words.

He hesitated whether to kneel down to his brother-in-law to show his sincerity, but Yun Xiufeng spoke first, saying indifferently, "I heard that Young Master Cheng has acquired some good things?"

"Indeed." Cheng Zongyang perked up and put on a smile, "The first thing is a lamp."

He opened his backpack and took out a slender object, twirled it slightly from below, and a clear silver light shone from the top, making all the oil lamps in the hall pale in comparison.

Cheng Zongyang held the lamp in his hand and said, "This lamp is smokeless and odorless, yet radiates brilliant light. It requires no lamp oil and is very durable. With

this lamp in hand, writing documents and reading books at night will be much more convenient."

Yun Xiufeng smiled dismissively and said, "Bring the luminous pearls."

A short while later, a group of servants filed in, each carrying a brocade box. A dozen servants lined up and opened the boxes one by one. In an instant, more than a dozen different pearls shone brightly, bathing the entire hall in a clear, luminous glow.

Each of these luminous pearls was worth a fortune; the fact that a dozen or so were casually produced at the banquet truly demonstrated the Yun family's immense wealth. However, compared to light bulbs, the luminous pearls were still somewhat dim. Cheng Zongyang remained silent, slowly turning the knob.

The lamp in his hand grew brighter and brighter until the entire hall was as bright as day, completely overshadowing the luminous pearls.

Cheng Zongyang showed no smugness, simply placing the lamp obediently on the corner of the table before saying, "The second item is a house."

He took out an egg-shaped object, gently twisted it, and the shell snapped open with a click. Before everyone's eyes, a gray house instantly appeared in the hall.

Whether Yun Xiufeng and Yun Cangfeng were genuine or not, their eyes, originally as cold and sharp as knives, were moved by the sight of a house appearing out of thin air in his hand.

This was the effect Cheng Zongyang wanted. He placed the enormous egg-shaped house over an oil lamp; the wick dipped slightly but did not extinguish. Although the egg-shaped house's outer shell was made of metal, its density was clearly less than air; the house, occupying half the hall, felt weightless, floating simply above the lamp flame.

Cheng Zongyang released his grip, cupped his hands, and said, "Sixth Master, Third Master, please look. This house is not only as light as a feather, but it is also impervious to wind, water, and fire. Even ordinary swords and knives won't damage it. Inside, there's a hall and two rooms, each with tables and chairs, enough to accommodate more than ten people."

Cheng Zongyang opened the door, revealing the interior structure. "Moreover, outside light can penetrate, but inside light won't escape." As he spoke, Cheng Zongyang shook the house, and the flame of an oil lamp could be faintly seen below. Then he placed the lamp inside, but no light could be seen from the outside.

"The mechanism is inside; it can be easily retracted with a gentle touch." Cheng Zongyang placed the light house on the ground, found the eggshell inside, and gently twisted it. The house, stronger than steel, flowed into the shell like water, then clicked shut, restoring itself to an inconspicuous egg-shaped object.

Yun Xiufeng and Yun Cangfeng leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the egg-shaped house in his hand. Cheng Zongyang respectfully placed the egg-shaped house on the table in front of Yun Cangfeng, saying, "Brother Yun enjoys traveling, and having this egg-shaped house by your side should provide some convenience."

Yun Cangfeng coughed and was about to speak when Yun Xiufeng coldly said, "What an eye-opener! Is there anything else?"

Cheng Zongyang remained silent, then took out a pen-shaped object. "This is a self-defense item. Which brother... never mind, let's use livestock! Please bring my horse."

"No need," Yun Xiufeng said coldly. "Lei Qi."

A man emerged from behind the screen. He was not tall, but his physique was extremely solid, and his aura was restrained and deep. His cultivation level was clearly no less than the sixth level of the Tongyou realm. The sixth level of cultivation was extremely rare in the Six Dynasties, but with the Yun family's wealth, hiring one was not difficult.

"My name is Lei Qi, and I practice external martial arts." He tore open his shirt, revealing a scar on his chest. "Someone once tried to assassinate the patriarch with a short sword made of coral iron, but I blocked it with my body."

What kind of monster is this? Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but ask, "It couldn't even penetrate coral iron?"

"A short sword made of coral iron can pierce even three layers of iron armor. No matter how strong my bones are, I naturally couldn't withstand it, but the short sword penetrated only an inch before I clamped it down with my muscles." Lei Qi said indifferently, "That assassin never managed to pull the short sword out before he died."

Cheng Zongyang understood. This meant that what he held was less than a palm's length, so there was no need to show off any divine weapon.

"This defensive item is different from other weapons; it has no blade," Cheng Zongyang said with a troubled expression. "Even if you possess martial arts skills, it's best not to touch it. This thing... is far too dangerous."

Lei Qi smiled arrogantly, raised his palm, and patted his chest, producing a metallic clanging sound. "Please!" "

No," Cheng Zongyang shook his head. "It's too close to the heart; I'm afraid it could be fatal."

Lei Qi gave a thumbs up. "If Young Master can kill me with one strike, I will only praise you: Young Master Cheng is a hero!"

Cheng Zongyang looked at his fingers and suddenly said, "Please, Brother Eleven, raise your hand."

"Does Young Master think my weakness is under my armpit?" Lei Qi said with a mocking expression, raising his arm nonchalantly. "Young Master Cheng, please feel free to test me."

"And please, Brother Lei, extend your little finger."

Although Lei Qi was puzzled, he still extended his little finger as instructed. Cheng Zongyang picked up the small object and extended it towards his fingertip. Several low laughs came from inside the hall, all thinking that this Young Master Cheng was being somewhat pretentious.

Lei Qi laughed loudly, "Does Young Master want to test the depth of my cultivation first?" Before his laughter had even faded, the object lightly touched his fingertip like a dragonfly skimming the water, and the laughter stopped abruptly. Lei Qi's smile froze on his face, and then he fell straight backward.

The guards beside him rushed over, looking at Lei Qi in surprise, and then someone shouted, "Hair! Look at his hair!"

Lei Qi's hair, which had been tied up on top of his head, had come loose, and the strands of hair stood up, emitting a burnt smell. He was foaming at the mouth, his limbs twitching slightly, and his crotch was visibly wet, looking utterly miserable.

A sharp-eyed person immediately exclaimed, "It's lightning magic! This thing contains sealed lightning magic!"

Everyone looked at the slender object in Cheng Zongyang's hand with a hint of awe. Even with Lei Qi's cultivation level, a mere touch of that thing to his little finger had knocked him unconscious; even if it contained sealed lightning magic, it wasn't ordinary lightning magic.

Cheng Zongyang raised the small stun gun above his head, bowed to Yun Xiufeng, and then respectfully placed it on the table in front of him.

Yun Xiufeng remained expressionless, saying calmly, "Indeed, a fine item."

"These were specially found by my younger brother and delivered to your residence," Cheng Zongyang secretly took a breath, "as a betrothal gift for Miss Ruyao."

"Shut up!" Yun Xiufeng said sternly, "Get out!"

The surrounding servants and guards silently withdrew from the hall, closing the doors behind them. Yun Cangfeng personally bolted the door, then took out a jade pendant and gently shattered it. An invisible array enveloped the hall, isolating it from sound and light.

Yun Xiufeng said coldly, "Young Master Cheng, did you do this?"

Cheng Zongyang said with a face full of shame, "It was all because I acted impulsively..."

Yun Xiufeng slammed his hand on the table and said, "You, surnamed Cheng! Why did you impersonate someone else after doing this! Tell me! Did you use sweet words to deceive my little sister!"

"It's all a misunderstanding! I was just joking, but it turned out to be real. Don't draw your sword, Sixth Brother!"

Yun Xiufeng chopped off half of the corner of the table with his sword and said sternly, "You clearly knew about this, so why did you wait until now to shamelessly come to our door?"

Yun Cangfeng smoothed things over and said, "Young Master Cheng must have put in a lot of effort to find these treasures."

The Third Master had already given him a way out, so Cheng Zongyang quickly climbed up, "That's right! I know my sins are grave, and ordinary betrothal gifts are not enough to atone for them. Therefore, I traveled all the way to the Taiquan Ancient Formation and went through many hardships to find these items, which I then presented to your residence."

"The Taiquan Ancient Formation?" Yun Xiufeng shouted angrily, "You surnamed Cheng! Do you want my little sister to be a widow before she's even married?"

Cheng Zongyang hurriedly said, "My heart is as clear as day, I will never take risks again."

With a clang, Yun Xiufeng threw down his longsword and said irritably, "If you want to die, then go ahead and die, but don't drag my little sister down with you."

Cheng Zongyang finally felt relieved and smiled, "Sixth Brother, don't worry, I won't let Ruyao down." Yun Cangfeng then said, "What's done is done, the die is cast, there's nothing more to say. But you haven't said a word for so long, you're too inconsiderate!" Cheng

Zongyang smiled bitterly, "I sent someone with a letter to see First and Second Brothers a long time ago, but that useless thing didn't even get through the door."

Yun Xiufeng and Yun Cangfeng exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat embarrassed. Yun Cangfeng said, "Let's not talk about the past. Since you've met Ruyao, you probably know that she's different from the rest of our Yun family. Firstly, she's frail and sickly, and secondly, her status is somewhat..."

Cheng Zongyang said sincerely, "In any case, I will not let Miss Ruyao down."

Yun Xiufeng's expression softened slightly. He raised his cup and took a sip, saying, "In that case, forget about these betrothal gifts.

Our Yun family's properties in Song will serve as Ruyao's dowry. We will also purchase a garden for Ruyao in Lin'an."

Cheng Zongyang knew that there was a custom of lavish dowries in Jin and Song, but he didn't expect it to be this extravagant. This dowry wasn't just a matter of tens of thousands of gold coins; it covered dozens of large and small businesses throughout Song. If the little fox knew that the dowry was so generous, he would probably fight tooth and nail to marry Yun Ruyao.

"Isn't buying a house the man's responsibility?" Cheng Zongyang said casually. "I have some property in Lin'an, enough for Miss Ruyao to settle down."

"Ruyao is frail and quiet. Your Wumu Prince's Mansion is in the bustling city. How can that work?" Yun Xiufeng said. "Find a suitable garden by West Lake. Hmm, if you want to settle in Han Kingdom, this fortified village can be your dowry."

"No need, no need. I can buy the garden myself. I don't need that much property as part of my dowry."

He was joking. That dowry was more than his own property! Regardless of the customs of Jin and Song, he really couldn't accept this. People who didn't know better would think he was marrying into the Yun family.

Yun Xiufeng said angrily, "How can that work? Ruyao is marrying you as your principal wife. How can it be reasonable for her dowry to be too small!"

Cheng Zongyang's heart skipped a beat. The biggest trouble had arrived.

Yun Xiufeng's eyes were sharp. Seeing Cheng Zongyang's expression change slightly, he glanced over. He slowly put down his teacup and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Zongyang's biggest worry wasn't how to marry Yun Ruyao, but how to settle her down after marriage. Given the Yun family's doting on this little sister, if he were to suggest taking her as a concubine, the Yun family elders would dare to kill him on the spot. But what if Yun Ruyao became his principal wife, Yue Shuang? What about Xiao Zi? Making Yue Shuang a concubine? Forget whether Yue Shuang would agree; the Eight Steeds of Xingyue Lake wouldn't let him off

the hook! There are three brothers from the Yun family, and seven fierce men from Xingyue Lake! And then there's that brat; the only one Xiao Zi might not bully is Yue Shuang. If he married both sisters as principal wives, creating two powerful families, they might be able to manage. Add Yun Ruyao... He wouldn't need three families; his head would be three times bigger.

Cheng Zongyang forced a smile and said, "Miss Ruyao will naturally be my principal wife after we marry, but I still have a wife who is not yet married..."

With a bang, Yun Xiufeng smashed his teacup to pieces and waved his sleeve, saying, "Show him out!"

Yun Cangfeng's face was also extremely ugly, but he still saw Cheng Zongyang out of the fortress. Just before they reached the door, he uttered a single word, "Who?"

Cheng Zongyang said guiltily, "Yue Shuang... and Miss Zi..."

"Beast!" Yun Cangfeng turned and left with a fury that weighed over three hundred pounds. Before the gate was even closed, a sharp shout suddenly came from inside: "What? It's that bastard! Get out of the way! Let this grandma kill him!"

Damn it! Yun Danliu!

Cheng Zongyang wasn't afraid of her, but in this situation, if she caught him, no matter how hard he beat her, it would be in vain. So without saying a word, he whipped his horse hard, sending it galloping away with the saddle empty, and then plunged into the forest.

The wooden drawbridge clattered with hooves, and a fiery red horse galloped out. Yun Danliu, carrying a large sword in one hand and a torch in the other, shone it on the hoofprints on the ground and gave chase.

Cheng Zongyang rubbed his chest; this girl was far too violent. Why was she chasing her own uncle with such a big sword?

Several guards hurriedly followed on horseback, clearly worried about Yun Danliu's safety. A moment later, a commotion erupted from the doorway, and Old Man Zhu was seen being dragged out by the collar and thrown out like trash, having been kicked several times in the buttocks.

Old Zhu scrambled into the woods, and as soon as he saw Cheng Zongyang, he complained, "Young Cheng, didn't you say you wanted to eat rabbit?

What happened? Ouch... my back..."

Cheng Zongyang said, "Don't worry about your back, we don't even have a horse anymore." He looked at his feet, "Alright, let's walk back."

Old Zhu clasped his hands together, blinked at him, "What's all this fuss about?"

Cheng Zongyang was silent for a long time, then said, "Old man, how many wives do you think I should marry, without distinguishing between principal wives and concubines, all the same age, is that alright?"

Cheng Zongyang walked ahead, not noticing the slight change in Old Zhu's expression, his hunched back slowly straightening. He stopped chuckling, and under the moonlight, his cloudy eyes became as deep and unfathomable as cold stars. After a long silence, he said, "No."

"So absolute? Really no way?"

"Wishful thinking."

Cheng Zongyang turned his head and said, "What use are you! You're so old, and you can't even come up with a solution!"

Old Zhu sneered, "Don't think you're just a commoner, half-official, half-merchant. Even the emperor only has one empress. The so-called 'three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines' are nothing but concubines. So many people fight tooth and nail, even to the death and extermination of their families, for the position of empress—all for the title of principal wife!"

"Hey, old man, I'm really not used to you talking so seriously." Cheng Zongyang asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Old Zhu sighed deeply, seemingly filled with boundless resentment.

Cheng Zongyang was puzzled. Just as he was about to speak, his ears twitched; he faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Oh no! Yun'er has probably caught up with the empty horse and realized she'd been tricked! Ignoring Old Zhu's ailment, Cheng Zongyang immediately turned and ran.

Unfamiliar with the area, he could only listen to the sound of hooves and try to dodge in the opposite direction. The forest grew denser, the hoofbeats receding into the distance. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a sharp whoosh—an arrow shot towards him. Under the moonlight, a young man sat high on a tree branch, his eyes like an eagle's, his bow drawn taut, the arrow pointed at Cheng Zongyang's head. Then, several other young men, wielding knives and clubs, surrounded the two men with ill intent.

The boy in the tree sneered, "You've got some nerve, daring to walk alone at night! Hand over all your money! I, Yi Zong, will spare your life!"

Old Zhu immediately bent over like a shrimp, "Hero! Hero! I'm just a farmer, I've never even seen money before!"

A boy slapped him on the head, "Behave yourself!" He rudely searched Old Zhu.

"Damn it! Not a single penny, and your pockets are full of holes!"

"Get out of the way!" Yi Zong jumped down from the tree and searched him again, spitting in Old Zhu's face, "So poor, and you still have the nerve to go out?"

Old Zhu bowed and scraped, "I won't do it again, I won't do it again!"

Yi Zong kicked him in the backside, "Get lost! You poor wretch!" Old Zhu quickly rolled to the side.

Cheng Zongyang conscientiously took out a money pouch. "My lords, it's fate that we've met. Take this money and buy some wine."

Yi Zong frowned and said, "Why are you speaking in such a low voice? Are you thieves?"

You're the thieves, aren't you? Cheng Zongyang cursed inwardly: If I weren't afraid of attracting Yun'er's attention with my loud voice, I would have beaten you to a pulp!

Yi Zong weighed the money pouch in his hand and stared at Cheng Zongyang, saying, "Take out what's in your waistband too, and be quick about it! Otherwise, we brothers will give you a quick death!"

Cheng Zongyang wore his waist pouch close to his body, and it was completely invisible from the outside. Unexpectedly, this kid had a sharp eye and noticed something was amiss.

He absolutely couldn't give them his waist pouch; if they saw what was inside, it would be a disaster. Cheng Zongyang reached into his sleeve and grasped the coral dagger. There were more than a dozen of these youths, but few of them had any cultivation; the strongest had only reached the third level.

Although his dantian contained a yin-yang symbol that could explode at any moment, dealing with them wouldn't be difficult. The problem was that he was an outsider, while these teenagers were local bullies. If he made a move, he would either have to kill them all or risk endless trouble if even one of them escaped…

Hesitating would make it too late. A cold voice said, "He's mine. I'll kill him with one stroke, then you can take him however you want."

Cheng Zongyang really wanted to turn around and give Yun the middle finger. They were robbing him, and you were trying to kill him? How did the Yun family raise such a violent woman?

Yi Zong's eyes lit up. "A beauty!"

A few whistles came from the crowd. "This chick is hot!"

"Look at those long legs..."

"Waist and butt! Tsk tsk!"

"Those fair and tender hands...wait, what's she holding?"

"A cleaver?" "

Is that real? It can't be that big!"

"Hey! That chick raised it!"

"Get out of the way!" A scream suddenly erupted from the crowd. "Oh my god!"

"Legs! Legs!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the group of boys were lying on the ground, like a bunch of field mice whose den had been raided, writhing and rolling on the ground, screaming incessantly. Fortunately, Yun Danliu used the back of the blade, and the boys were all injured by the blows. A few unlucky ones had their foreheads smashed open, their faces covered in blood, but none of the injuries were fatal.

Yi Zong was the unluckiest of them all. He was struck in the face by the back of the blade, leaving a bloody gash from his brow bone to below his nose, but he showed no panic whatsoever. He stubbornly declared, "Go ahead and kill me! If I, Yi Zong , even blink, I'm no hero!"

Cheng Zongyang then realized that although the other youths were crying out in pain and rolling around in agony, none of them were begging for mercy. They were far more defiant than the local thugs of Lin'an.

Yun Danliu ignored them completely, staring intently at Cheng Zongyang, her hand gripping the knife taut, ready to strike at any moment.

Cheng Zongyang stretched out his neck. "Go ahead and kill me! Let your aunt be a widow!"

Yun Danliu didn't hesitate. With a flick of her wrist, the long knife slashed down like lightning.

Cheng Zongyang hurriedly leaned back to dodge, shouting, "Damn it! You really want to cut me?"

Yun Danliu said hatefully, "A despicable person like you wants to marry my aunt? Dream on! Even if my aunt never marries, our Yun family can afford to support her! I'll kill you with one stroke and be done with it!"

Cheng Zongyang raised his sleeve to block, and with a clang, his sleeve was sliced open by the blade, revealing a flash of cold light.

"Yun girl! Don't think I'm afraid of you!" Cheng Zongyang said while blocking, "My relationship with your aunt is an adult matter, what are you, a little girl, meddling in?"

Yun Danliu gritted her teeth and said, "Who are you calling a little girl? You, surnamed Cheng, a despicable person like you has disgraced our Yun family!"

Cheng Zongyang secretly felt that things were going badly. He hadn't expected that the biggest opponent of this marriage would be Yun Danliu. This girl was determined to kill him so that he wouldn't really marry Yun Ruyao, and she wouldn't leave any room for mercy. With his current cultivation level, it's hard to say who would win if Yun Danliu really went all out, especially since he could only unleash two or three tenths of his power and couldn't afford to hurt her. It was like fighting her with his hands and feet tied; it seemed like certain death was the only outcome.

Cheng Zongyang leaped behind a tree, reaching for his waist pouch and pulling out something. Yun Danliu's crescent blade struck like a dragon, then she cried out, "You!"

Cheng Zongyang struck a pose, a thin, moon-white shirt tucked between his fingers, ready to be flung out at any moment. He sternly shouted, "Yun girl! Put the knife away! Or I'll throw it at those guys outside!"

Yun Danliu's pretty face flushed red. "You little scoundrel!"

"A bet's a bet, what's with all this talk of 'big man' and 'little man'? If you think one isn't enough, I have another one here, guaranteed to be authentic... How about we let the heroes of Han open their eyes?"

Yun Danliu shrieked, "You dare!"

Cheng Zongyang roared even louder than her, "Put the knife away now! I'll count to three! One..."

Yun Danliu sheathed the knife and darted away like a whirlwind, saying, "Cheng! The day you're alone, I'll chop you into mincemeat, or I'm not a Yun!"

The forest path was winding, dark, and deep, with countless dangers lurking in the shadows.

Old Zhu looked up at the sky. "Little Cheng, are you sure you're alright?"

"Don't worry, it's absolutely safe. I guarantee Yun'er won't dare chase after us again."

Cheng Zongyang held a tree branch with a white woman's undergarment hanging from it, fluttering like a battle flag in the night wind. Cheng Zongyang secretly rejoiced, thankful for his foresight in winning Yun Danliu's undergarment in the bet. If he had thrown the undergarment at those boys earlier, given Yun'er's temper, she would most likely have killed him first and then committed suicide.

Finally seeing the city gate, Cheng Zongyang quickly put away the undergarment. He had been forcing a smile, but now he couldn't hold back any longer and said with a grim face, "Let's go."

Old Zhu frowned, suddenly reached out and took his pulse, then slapped him on the chest. Cheng Zongyang felt as if the air in his lungs had been emptied by the blow, let out a long breath, and collapsed limply to the ground.

"Foolish boy, recklessly using your true energy, do you want to die even faster?"

Old Zhu grabbed Cheng Zongyang's sash and leaped onto the city wall, disappearing into the city in a few bounds.

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