Chapter 389: Chapter 260: The Arrival of the Rootless Sect (Part 3)

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Night falls.

On the hill outside Cyan Yang City.

Dark clouds circle the sky, with a bright moon hanging in the middle.

Standing on the hill, the entire view of Cyan Yang City unfolds below.

The vast heavens and expansive earth evoke an aura of dominating the skies and swallowing the earth, an ambition to engulf the whole city with one hand.

Three black horses stand at a distance, two behind one, with riders calmly overlooking the entire Cyan Yang City.

The grass on the hill sways slightly in the night wind, the sound of the wind softly brushing past, emitting a strange wailing sound through the mountains.

The leader on horseback, clad in black armor, wears a dark iron mask, with white hair billowing in the wind. Though he holds no weapon, he exudes an intense aura of murderous intent.

The two riders at the back, both in black robes, are slim and delicate, with red lips and white teeth, clearly adorned with rouge and powder.

"General Yuan, is it time to act?" one of them asked.

His voice, sharp and high-pitched, coupled with his hands holding the reins in a delicate manner, clearly reveals him as a eunuch.

Yuan Wudi lifted his head, his armor clanking as it moved.

In his eyes, atop Cyan Yang City, a dim golden phoenix spreads its wings and soars in the night sky. Despite its dull luster, it’s distinct to those with a Spiritual Eye.

However, Yuan Wudi’s gaze does not linger on the phoenix for long but quickly shifts to a higher point in the night sky.

There, two golden Life Stars slowly rotate around each other, an unusual phenomenon indeed.

"There’s a master in Cyan Yang City." From beneath Yuan Wudi’s iron mask, a raspy voice emanated.

The eunuch promptly flattered, "General Yuan, you must be joking. In General Yuan’s presence, how many in the world dare call themselves a master?"

Yuan Wudi remained unmoved by the flattery, "I heard your Rootless Sect has a trick called ’Nine Yin Soul Summon.’ Show it to me tonight."

"Alright!" The white-faced eunuch smiled, pulling out a small black porcelain jar from his bosom.

As he dismounted and squatted down, he tore off the red cloth wrapped around the jar and turned the opening towards the ground.

Sssss!

A large amount of black ash slid out, scattering across the ground.

The black ash spiraled upwards, forming faceless figures of various sizes right in front of Yuan Wudi.

These faceless figures emanated a tangible malice so strong that even an ordinary person could see them clearly.

The white-faced eunuch took out a small stick tied with a red string and waved it, saying, "Go, find those people."

Whoosh!

All the faceless figures instantly burrowed into the ground, disappearing from sight in an instant.

"Hyah!" Yuan Wudi yanked hard, and his black horse reared up, leaping off the hill, recklessly galloping down the steep slope.

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The people from the Tai Sui Alliance were all invited by Qin Yuesheng to indulge in the pleasure districts. After the fun ended, it was natural for them to cuddle with their chosen companions back to their rooms.

Qin Yuesheng returned alone to the Qin Mansion.

Due to the unrest in Jiangnan, the people in the world were on edge, and Cyan Yang City was no exception. As night fell, the townsfolk had already put out their lamps and gone to bed, not intending to go for a stroll, making the streets surprisingly deserted as Qin Yuesheng walked down them for once without rooftop hopping, encountering complete emptiness.

Walking on, Qin Yuesheng suddenly stopped, massaging his neck and called out, "Stop hiding, come out."

Figures emerged from the nearby alley, eight tall and strong men who wore only vests, showing off their muscles to the fullest.

If a normal person had encountered this, they might have felt intimidated by their imposing presence.

"Are you the young master of the Qin family?" the lead brute asked fiercely.

"Yes, I am."

The man deliberately raised his arm, flexing his massive biceps prominently.

"I’m the owner of the Wuding Boxing Club. Your Qin family captured my apprentices this morning and handed them over to the authorities, and they haven’t been released since. Let’s settle this now."

"Oh, so that’s what you came for." Qin Yuesheng said, realizing why someone would stop him late at night despite his usually low profile. It turned out to be the laughable Wuding Boxing Club, a name that sounded rather lame.

"Your Qin family caught my apprentices, so tonight I’ll capture you and take you to the Qin family to account." Seeing that Qin Yuesheng, though exceptionally handsome, didn’t look particularly strong, the man felt a sense of disdain, reaching out to grab Qin Yuesheng by the neck, intending to lift him off the ground.

Qin Yuesheng remained indifferent, extending two fingers towards the man’s wrist.

There is a numb point here, and if pinpointed hard, the arm would instantly lose sensation for several hours before it could recover.

However, before Qin Yuesheng’s fingers could strike, the man’s body suddenly froze, the hand that was reaching to grab Qin Yuesheng halted mid-action, not moving at all.

"Hmm?" Seeing this, Qin Yuesheng felt puzzled. This guy’s reaction was rather quick, abandoning the attack to avoid having his wrist hit.