My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 250 - : I am the eagle in The Condor Heroes

Chapter 250: Chapter 250: I am the eagle in The Condor Heroes

Lv Mansion.

Lv Guoyong looked at the map in front of him, at the words Blue Sky Island marked on it.

At this moment, Lv Fang came out and said, “Father, it was the Zhenyi Sect’s Qian Ji Daoist who sent the invitation to An Jing. After he accepted the invitation, he left.”

“I know.”

Lv Guoyong continued to look at the map in front of him.

Lv Fang hesitated for a moment before saying, “Father, with the trap set by Daoist Ye, An Jing probably won’t go. In the future, this might lead to another great conflict in Yan Country’s Jianghu. What should we do next?”

...

Lv Fang had some understanding of An Jing’s character. He did not seem like the typical hotheaded youth. With the Grudge Platform set by Ye Ding on Blue Sky Island, it was highly likely that he wouldn’t go.

If he didn’t go, then Ye Ding could righteously reassemble the alliance that fought against the Demon Sect before.

It could be that some hesitant sects, fearing the Demon Sect’s might, would also join this great battle.

The two sides clashing and causing bloodshed was extremely disadvantageous to the current situation.

Lv Guoyong said softly, “He’ll go.”

Lv Fang was startled and said, “But, Blue Sky Island is on the border between Yan and Zhao Countries. Qi Shu once died at the hands of An Jing, and before that, Zhao Country even threatened to force us to hand over the Ghost Swordsman. If he goes to Blue Sky Island this time…”

In fact, time was not the greatest concern. The location was the real issue.

Why Ye Ding chose Blue Sky Island as the location was not just to prevent the Demon Sect’s masters from arriving quickly, but also to leverage Zhao Country’s Black Ice Platform.

This time, settling grudges meant a fight to the death. Many who didn’t have deep hatred for the Demon Sect would merely watch from the sidelines, and only the Five Poison Sect would truly fight to the death.

The other sects might cheer from the sidelines, but facing the Demon Sect directly, many would falter.

These sects were still waiting for the Demon Sect’s next move, waiting for the situation to change, as compared to the Demon Sect, they were insignificant in the presence of a behemoth like the Zhenyi Sect.

Moreover, Qi Shu was the adopted son of Qi Xuan Dao from the Black Ice Platform. Now that An Jing had reached Zhao Country’s border, how could the Black Ice Platform simply sit by and watch?

Furthermore, if the Ghost Swordsman and other Yan Country Jianghu masters like Ye Ding sought to settle their scores, would the Black Ice Platform seize the chance to capture them all?

At the thought, a cold sweat appeared on Lv Fang’s forehead.

Lv Guoyong then muttered to himself, “Ye Ding, oh Ye Ding…”

In a trance, he remembered that handsome middle-aged Daoist who had entered Yujing City years ago.

The details of the Heavenly Book Pavilion’s coup were unclear to others, but Lv Guoyong knew that the now Great Heavenly Yang had bided his time for years before eventually launching the coup, surprisingly even Lv Guoyong himself.

The success was largely attributed to Great Heavenly Yang’s pivotal role.

It could be said that during the coup, whichever side the Zhenyi Sect supported would have overwhelming advantage, and Ye Ding unswervingly stood behind the current Taiping Human Emperor.

This was also why the Zhenyi Sect grew so rapidly afterward.

Xiao Qianqiu, who had only reached the Second Qi Realm, became the State Preceptor of Great Yan, the foremost figure in Great Yan Martial World, not only because of his own strength but also because of the Zhenyi Sect’s support and the Human Emperor’s backing.

And now, Xiao Qianqiu had not disappointed expectations, truly deserving the title of the foremost person in Great Yan Martial World, and he had the potential to be the foremost in all of Great Yan, possibly even in the world.

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Dongluo Pass, in a secluded courtyard.

Zhao Qingmei wore a simple white dress, with pink silk threads on the cuffs and chest embroidering blossoming plum flowers that extended from the hem to the waist, highlighted by a dark purple wide belt that accentuated her slender figure.

In her hands, she held a novel once popular in Jianghu, telling the story of a couple traversing the Jianghu with a golden eagle exotic beast.

The real Jianghu was dark and sinister, filled with deceit, whereas the Jianghu in the book was about drinking, singing, and living a life of righteousness and vengeance, making countless people yearn for it.

Tan Yun seemed less lethargic than usual, her large eyes gazing out the window at the sky with a touch of melancholy.

Now she knew that An Jing was the Ghost Swordsman, and the Ghost Swordsman was An Jing.

While feeling somewhat emotional about it, she also felt a greater sense of joy.

The Ghost Swordsman was not dead, and neither was her husband-to-be—it was the best news for her.

But she felt as though she had been kept in the dark, which was quite distressing. Why had her husband-to-be never told her? Did he not trust even her?

Moreover, she sometimes felt quite lost. When her husband-to-be returned, how should she face him?

“Sect Master.”

At that moment, Duanmu Xinghua came in. “Elder Ouyang from the Sealing Demon Platform has sent news. The Great Elder will personally go to Yan Country.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingmei put down the book in her hand, a glint in her eyes, “The Great Elder is going personally?”

In her opinion, it was necessary to resolve the enmities between the Demon Sect and some Yan Country Jianghu sects. The best way was to kill them all, but that wasn’t very realistic. Killing too many minor sects would not only cause panic and make everyone defend themselves against the Demon Sect, but the Human Emperor would not agree either.

The only solution was to kill a few key figures to set an example and resolve the issues once and for all.

But this old fox Ye Ding obviously wanted to play ‘smart little tricks.’

Killing the Ghost Swordsman would not only deal a heavy blow to the Demon Sect but would also suppress the recently flourishing Demon Sect, elevating the status and prestige of the Zhenyi Sect.

Such a clearly trap-like challenge, Zhao Qingmei naturally would not let An Jing go. If it came down to it, the result would just be the Zhenyi Sect, the Five Poison Sect, and other sects going to war with the Demon Sect.

Zhao Qingmei wasn’t afraid. As long as An Jing and she had enough time, many problems could be resolved.

What was most important was that the Human Emperor definitely would not want to see a war between the two sides and would intervene in time.

However, if Jun Qinglin were to go now, all of Ye Ding’s ‘little tricks’ would become meaningless.

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“Yes.”

Duanmu Xinghua, with a spark of light in her eyes, said, “This is indeed a good opportunity to ensnare those who are resolutely against our Demon Sect in one fell swoop, saving us a lot of trouble.”

“It truly is a good opportunity.”

Zhao Qingmei always felt something was amiss, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly was wrong.

Duanmu Xinghua clasped her fists and said, “Sect Hierarch, I will immediately send a secret letter to An Tributor, and then spread the news.”

Zhao Qingmei’s delicate fingers lightly tapped on the table as she pondered for a long time before asking, “Has there been any more gossip in Yujing City about him and Princess An Le lately?”

Duanmu Xinghua hesitated for a moment before replying, “There is some, I suspect there are people spreading rumors deliberately.”

Because An Jing had once saved Princess An Le, and given that Princess An Le had openly shown him affection, rumors had already been swirling furiously throughout the city.

Zhao Qingmei said expressionlessly, “Rumors end with the wise. If they don’t end, then cut out their tongues for me.”

Tan Yun’s delicate body shuddered slightly beside her, sensing that the Sect Hierarch seemed somewhat angry.

“I understand.”

Duanmu Xinghua had more to say, but in the end, she said nothing and simply withdrew from the room.

“Tan Yun, come here.”

Zhao Qingmei beckoned.

Tan Yun stepped forward and said softly, “Sect Hierarch.”

Zhao Qingmei handed the book she was holding to Tan Yun, “Seeing you often study by lamp light at night, I presume you have recognized all of the characters by now. Take this book to read.”

“If there’s nothing else, you may go back and rest.”

“I understand.”

Tan Yun took the book and slowly exited the room.

Gazing at Tan Yun’s retreating figure, Zhao Qingmei thought to herself: She will be leaving soon anyway, should I be kinder to this girl?

Zhao Qingmei then looked at the secret letter on the table, inscribed with the four large characters of ‘Princess An Le’, and said, “Truly a person who gives no peace of mind.”

As Tan Yun left the room, holding a novel that had once been all the rage, she couldn’t help but mutter, “The Sect Hierarch has never been so gentle with me, and even gave me a book; could there be some deeper meaning?”

“Duanmu Sect Master.”

Tan Yun called out to Duanmu Xinghua, who was about to leave, and asked, “Is the Sect Hierarch angry because her son-in-law and that princess are involved with each other?”

Duanmu Xinghua laughed and said, “Isn’t that obvious? But don’t worry about it, An Tributor is a trustworthy person.”

Indeed, not just anyone had the courage to challenge the Demon Sect.

From this, it was clear that An Jing was a man of great loyalty and righteousness.

Besides, with the Sect Hierarch’s beauty and charm, how could that princess compare?

Tan Yun’s lips curled into a smile, nodding vigorously like a pecking chick, “Yes, he’s a good person indeed.”

“The two of them really make a pair to envy. I have urgent matters to attend to.”

Duanmu Xinghua glanced at the book in Tan Yun’s hand and, having said that, she left.

Tan Yun hugged the book as she returned to her room, promptly washed up and threw herself onto the bed.

However, she couldn’t fall asleep today, tossing and turning. She occasionally reminisced about the days in Yu State City and couldn’t help but laugh.

But she always felt that those happy times could never return.

Turning her head, she saw the book by her bedside again and her face immediately soured as she realized something.

“The Sect Hierarch and her son-in-law are like a pair of divine sculptures, and me? I am merely the carving.”

……

In Yujing City, Kunning Palace.

Whenever a storm was about to hit at sea, the surface was always exceptionally calm.

At this moment, the palace hall was very calm, a calmness that frightened people.

Mu Xiaowan lay sprawled on the desk, her beautiful eyes veiled with a hint of haze, in front of her were pot after pot of fine wine.

“Your Highness.”

Guang De, the eunuch, whispered at her side, “It’s dawn.”

Mu Xiaowan muttered to herself, “The day will not be bright again.”

Ever since she returned from the Imperial Study Room that day, Mu Xiaowan had been acting very strangely, especially since yesterday when she seemed to have lost her soul.

As an old eunuch of the palace, Guang De seemed to understand something, feeling a faint pain in his heart.

Mu Xiaowan, looking at the wine cup in her hand, laughed and said, “Guang De, what do you think will happen to a chess piece that has been abandoned by others?”

Guang De thought for a moment and replied softly, “This servant does not know.”

“It will be captured.”

Mu Xiaowan struggled to prop herself up, her body swaying slightly.

“Your Highness.”

Guang De, the eunuch, stepped forward to support Mu Xiaowan’s arm.

Mu Xiaowan waved her hand and looked around sharply, her piercing voice cutting through the Great Hall, “In the eyes of others, I am of noble status, revered in position. But in the end, am I not just a pawn at the mercy of others?”

Guang De quickly cautioned, “Your Highness, please be careful of the walls that have ears.”

In the past, Mu Xiaowan had been the most cautious and taboo-conscious. But today, she seemed like a different person, spouting such unrestrained words.

These were words of grave disrespect!

Yet, Mu Xiaowan appeared as if she had given up completely, “Apart from eating and drinking each day, what say do I have in anything? What meaning is there in living like this?”

“This palace has imprisoned me for half my life. Worse still is the wall built within my heart, making it difficult for me to breathe, to escape.”

Guang De fell to his knees and pleaded with a trembling voice, “Your Highness, please don’t say anymore.”

“What cannot be said? I will speak my mind!”

Mu Xiaowan smashed her wine cup fiercely onto the ground, and with a ‘bang,’ she continued, “Everything about me has been arranged by others, my fate was decided by others long ago. What does it have to do with me, whether I want to do something or not? Why should they treat me this way, why do they have the right to control my life?”

Mu Xiaowan grabbed Guang De by the arm, her hair somewhat disheveled, her beautiful eyes bloodshot, “Do you think I wanted to enter the palace? Do you think I wanted to engage in these heart-wrenching intrigues, do you think I wanted to kill? Do you think I wanted to revel in this luxury and wealth?”

Guang De’s face turned pale, his lips trembling uncontrollably, as if the scene before him had terrified him.

Why had Mu Xiaowan suddenly become so frantic?

“I’ve given my all, why won’t you let me go?”

Mu Xiaowan released Guang De and turned her head toward the Great Hall, venting years of suppressed bitterness and indignation, “Tell me, what else can I have in this lifetime?”

“What Human Emperor, what National Religion, what martial world of Jianghu!”

“I refuse to play these games with you!”

“……”

After finishing, Mu Xiaowan’s chest heaved with each breath she took.

If she had a knife in her hand, she would have wished to kill everyone.

But even with a knife, she couldn’t kill everyone.

Guang De, looking at the Mu Xiaowan in front of him—who was both unfamiliar and familiar—felt his mind go blank.

The entire Kunning Palace became very quiet, as palace maids and guards outside shivered in fear, chilled to their core.

Within these palace walls, they had seen too many masters who had fallen from grace, with very, very, very tragic ends.

Because their power all came from the Emperor, and what could they have left after the Emperor took it back?

After a long while, Mu Xiaowan let out a breath, “Guang De, how many years have you been with me?”

The eunuch Guang De hurriedly answered, “Your Highness entered the palace in the 26th year of Li Ping’s reign, and I have been with Your Highness ever since, seventeen years to date.”

“For all these years, have you ever regretted it or felt it was difficult?”

“Your Highness has a kind heart and granted this old servant a meal to eat. I will never forget it in my life. Serving Your Highness for so many years is not only not difficult, but my heart also feels greatly honored.”

“Good.”

Mu Xiaowan, feeling a hint of warmth in her heart, closed her eyes slightly, and crystal-clear tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Guang De, get me something to eat, I’m feeling a bit hungry.”

“This old servant will go at once, get you something you’ll enjoy eating.”

Guang De, the eunuch, was ecstatic as he said this and quickly headed toward the Imperial Kitchen.

After attending to Mu Xiaowan for seventeen years, Guang De knew all of her culinary likes and dislikes as if they were the treasures of his own home.

Reaching the entrance to Kunning Palace, Guang De’s voice suddenly became cold, “I hope you all understand what should and should not be said.”

“Understood, understood.”

The guards and palace maids hastily nodded.

Guang De nodded slightly and hurried off.

On his way, he walked briskly and soon arrived at the Imperial Kitchen.

“Little Li, Her Highness wants something warm to eat now. Get it ready.”

The eunuch in charge of the Imperial Kitchen glanced at Guang De and responded listlessly, “Understood.”

Guang De frowned, but said nothing.

In the past, when he came here, Little Li welcomed him with the same enthusiasm as he would his own father, but now his attitude was indifferent, a reflection of the opportunistic nature of the palace.

“Hurry up.”

“The cooks haven’t even gotten up yet, there’s no way to hurry.”

“Then try to make it as quick as possible.”

“I understand.”

….

Having no desire to waste time with that eunuch, Guang De made his orders and headed towards Kunning Palace.

Inside Kunning Palace, all was quiet.

As Guang De crossed the towering steps, the scene that unfolded before him struck like a bolt from the blue.

He saw Mu Xiaowan sprawled over the desk, blood spewing from her mouth, a delicate jade bottle placed beside her.

The light in Mu Xiaowan’s bright eyes gradually faded away.

Flashes of her past life flickered before her eyes like scenes from a lantern show.

Born into a family of high status, pampered and privileged since youth, by sixteen, suitors had worn a path to her door.

It was that year she met Jiang Sanjia in the Peach Garden of Yujing City.

Back then, Jiang Sanjia was full of youthful vigor, relying on his status as the Ghost Valley Sect heir, not yet targeted by the Zhenyi Sect; he thrived both in the court and in Jianghu.

And it was that early summer when wind met cloud, flower met tree, fireflies met starlight.

Yet, all these encounters ended up being nothing more than rough conclusions, dim and lusterless.

Later, a Daoist came to the Mu Family, claiming Mu Xiaowan was destined to be an Imperial Concubine, saying she was naturally born to bloom with wealth and honor.

It was only after entering the palace that she realized this Daoist was Yu Ying.

Her entire life seemed to have halted on that day when she was sixteen; from then on, her existence was nothing but lifeless, filled with memories too few and stuffed with deception and intrigue.

In all the years of her life, what she couldn’t forget were the blossoming peach flowers in the Peach Garden, the unresolved sentiments of her life.

The one who could have given her his whole heart ended up dying by her hand.

She remembered the last time Jiang Sanjia looked at her in silence, as if a thousand knives were piercing her heart.

And then, she saw the Peach Garden again, saw Jiang Sanjia.

It turned out, all of it was nothing but a grand dream.

Suddenly, Mu Xiaowan felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

“Your Highness!”

Guang De hurried forward, placing a finger under Mu Xiaowan’s nose, only to find no breath left.

Boom!

A thunderclap rang out above Guang De’s head, as if the very heavens were falling.

Hearing Guang De’s voice, the palace maids of Kunning Palace rushed in as well.

“Ah—!”

Seeing the scene, a palace maid screamed uncontrollably.

Guang De was momentarily stunned, remembering the first time he met Mu Xiaowan.

He was just an ordinary eunuch in the palace, enduring oppression and humiliation.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t the scholars or martial generals, or those outside the palace who looked down on and bullied eunuchs, but rather the eunuchs themselves.

Guang De had often not had enough to eat; then he met Mu Xiaowan wandering in the plains.

Back then, Mu Xiaowan was still lively and mischievous, not as gloomy and melancholic as now. Seeing the pitiful Guang De, she not only gave him a meal but also transferred him to serve by her side.

Although he couldn’t become a powerful eunuch like Zhao Tianyi or Bai Mei, at least he wouldn’t starve.

Seventeen years of serving her went by, and Guang De could almost say he watched Mu Xiaowan slowly change herself.

As time passed, Guang De didn’t even know which Mu Xiaowan was the real one, especially when it came to the affair with Jiang Sanjia, he could see her struggling, hesitating.

But today, he finally saw the hints of the truth.

“Your Highness.”

Guang De knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, thinking to himself, “You’re finally free.”

Soon, the whole harem was in turmoil.

Just recently, Imperial Concubine Rong was greatly favored; rumors had it she fell out of favor, but who would have thought she would hang herself so quickly in Kunning Palace, causing such shock?

Not long after Imperial Concubine Rong’s suicide, the old eunuch who had served her for years dashed his head against one of Kunning Palace’s stone pillars, blood flowing, dead on the spot.

In the Imperial Study Room, the eunuch Bai Mei said to the figure behind the beaded curtain, “Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine Rong has hanged herself.”

There was silence behind the curtain for three breaths, then a faint voice said, “Sacrificing the pawn to save the chariot, is it?”

Bai Mei didn’t respond, his insight into life and death in the palace had long been clear.

“Give a grand burial.”

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PS: Another chapter coming tonight.