Chapter 405: Jun Moyan!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Sun Chengfeng rolled his eyes before bowing deeply again to Yun Yang and left.
Watching Sun Chengfeng’s back disappear at the small yard’s door, Yun Yang remained silent while he extended his deific consciousness. Sun Chengfeng exited the residence after tidying his medical box, heading towards the city gate with Lan Wuxin’s pass in hand.
"If we meet again by chance, I will repay your favor. I will not let you acknowledge your ancestor for nothing," Yun Yang said quietly in his heart.
Yun Yang had come to the Empire of Ziyou without any penchant for all its people, only wishing to kill them for gratification instead. Sun Chengfeng was the only exception.
A physician of pure heart should be respected.
By chance, Yun Yang had to use such a person, but he was not one to feel indifferent about it.
The prophecy would come true – when both of them met again, things would be drastically different. However, Yun Yang would still remember today’s oath and provide for Sun Chengfeng. The man had sincerely called him Old Forefather multiple times; he could not do anything when he was in no position to act upon his whims, but when he was resourceful and doing well, he would definitely benefit the old man as well!
Next, Yun Yang went out of the door, following Lan Wuxin who was very much impatient but dared not show it on his face.
Along their journey, Yun Yang could feel that Zilong City’s atmosphere had changed vastly in the previous two days.
Security was tight, but the commoners had still carried out their daily activities as usual. Their lives were affected, but it was not a drastic change.
Today, however, the streets were free of pedestrians.
Squads of armored soldiers could be seen patrolling everywhere, while countless of experts bearing sabers and swords strolled slowly around the corners or right on the streets.
Powerful divination energy lingered in the air.
There was truly no blind spot, be it in the sky or on the ground.
Even Ling Xiaozui or Jun Moyan would not be able to enter Zilong City without being noticed under such conditions, let alone Supreme Cloud, who had lost his manifestations powers.
The deeply hidden murderous intent had engulfed the entire Zilong City!
The city right now was akin to a huge, volatile, bucket of oil. Just a small spark could ignite the entire bucket and trigger a massive explosion!
Yun Yang walked as his gown fluttered; beside him, Lan Wuxin was trying to keep up by whipping his horse.
Yun Yang, the Old Forefather, was already moving at a restricted speed and Lan Wuxin’s horse was galloping the fastest it could, but it could barely keep up. If Yun Yang did not need Lan Wuxin to lead the way, he might already have vanished without being seen.
Expert guards were on both sides, advancing swiftly in two separate squads.
Their destination loomed in front – the Board of Punishment’s prison.
Yun Yang felt his blood surging and boiling, hardly suppressible. Within his eyes, a faint killing intent was condensing into place.
Old Dugu, I’m here!
I’m here to save you, to let you spend your remaining days without worries and troubles. I’ll be filial to you and let you have a happy retirement!
What seventh brother Supreme Blood didn’t do in time – I’ll do it for him, I’ll do everything for him!
You have me!
In front of them, the man in charge of the Board of Punishment came to welcome them with a stoic face.
Lan Wuxin went over on his horse before alighting from it, almost falling with a stagger. "How is it?"
The person in charge did not look pleased. "The old sir is still here, no one has gone near."
Lan Wuxin sighed and said, "Alright."
He came to Yun Yang and said with a long face, "Old Forefather, there’s been something of an accident that I didn’t tell you…"
Yun Yang said with a frown, "What accident? Why didn’t you say it outright?"
"It’s actually one of the loopholes you mentioned earlier. The Unrivaled Swordsman, Jun Moyan is here." Lan Wuxin said miserably, "Since the assassin sabotaged himself to become a living dead, Jun Moyan rushed over and has been keeping guard outside the room, not allowing anyone to go near."
Yun Yang’s gaze flickered with worry. "Jun Moyan? He’s here and ha publicly defended the assassin? Where does he stand? Has he forgotten about his home country?"
Yun Yang – Elder Yun’s - was burning with patriotism as his home country had just helped him with its all; he was the oldest supporter of his nation as well. Therefore, it was only right for him to react the way he did.
In truth, Yun Yang’s thoughts were scattered all over the place.
He had not expected Jun Moyan to actually be here. Would his presence change his plan to save Old Dugu and lead into an unexpected direction?
Jun Moyan had become the biggest element of surprise right now, a huge variable that was not within control. How could Yun Yang not be shocked?
Yun Yang’s trip to Ziyou to save Old Dugu was full of obstacles and unforeseen circumstances; the surprises came one after another. Jun Moyan was a huge variable, but Yun Yang was not wholly dumbstruck. After all, he still had the Medallion of Gratitude and might be able to use it when needed; perhaps, he would enlist Jun Moyan as a great help instead and could emerge victorious.
What Yun Yang was most worried now was if the Four Seasons Tower’s Mr. Nian would suddenly pop out to attack the last survivor of the Nine Supremes. It was well within reason for the head of the tower to do the deed personally.
Hence, Yun Yang had a growing headache now. What a load to think about!
Those who stood in front as the reception party made way once they saw Chancellor Lan arriving with another person in tow; the Board of Punishment’s long, closed, doors opened abruptly as the crowd streamed in.
As the group went it, a sharp sword energy suddenly burst out from inside; it covered the entire area as everyone suddenly felt the chilling intimidation in the air.
The source of the sword energy came from a small yard.
On the surface, the small yard seemed to only contain five rooms, but there was a whole new world beneath it. The underground secret chambers were the Board of Punishment’s confidential interrogation space; any crucial criminals who were caught would be interrogated here first before being judged to see if they were to be kept captive in prison.
However, the access to the small yard was prohibited to the Board of Punishment instead.
It was not only the Board of Punishment; everyone in the Empire of Ziyou, including the emperor, could not enter. Other than the assassin who was unconscious, there was another person who had turned the space into Ziyou's secret chambers into a restricted area.
Jun Moyan!
He had held back the entire population of Ziyou alone with his sword!
A guard stepped forward to the shut doors and said with bated breath, "Senior Jun, a divine physician has come to treat the assassin. Please open the door to let the physician in. If he is delayed, it will only hinder the assassin’s survival."
Just as he finished speaking, the sword energy in the air swiftly shifted as the murderous intent peaked.
Everyone on the spot who wore a sword felt their blades trembling and clanking as they emitted a cry of their own – it was the sudden shift of sword energy inside that triggered the swords' reaction.
An icy voice spoke faintly, "Divine physician? What divine physician? The so-called God of Physician, Physician Genius Family’s head could not heal my brother. Is there anyone in this world who is more proficient in medicine than him? Or have you all some more tricks to play? Do you think that I dare not kill anyone?"
Without waiting for a reply, the icy voice continued, "Never mind. Even if it’s a scheme, it’s but a gimmicky trick. What is the worst that can happen? I shall see who it is whom you’ve invited and what capability he has! He must be a brave one, to dare say that he can treat my old friend!"
Following the words, the black doors that were shut tight opened slowly. The yard – Ziyou’s restricted area - was finally visible to everyone present.
There were five inky black rooms, even the trees, tiles, windows, and steps inside were all black. What greeted the eyes was like a massive black pit.
However, there was a patch of white within the black that seemed exceptionally glaring.
Right in the center of the yard, before the middle room’s door, a man in white sat cross-legged. Other than his fluttering black hair, his clothes were pure snow-white from head to toe!
There was a table in front of the man – the table was also black as was the sword holder atop it.
A long sword was placed across the holder, gleaming with a cold glint.
The sword looked very ordinary, similar in appearance and style to the commonly sold weapons of lower grade. The scabbard was red, though, and the tip and blade of the sword were so shiny that it seemed out of place in this dark area.
It was casually placed on the holder, but it seemed to be able to glow faintly on its own, preventing the dust from tainting it.
The man in white stood behind the table quietly; not only was his sword untainted, he too was not marred by a single speck of dirt.
A breeze fluttered his white robes and raven hair, but he remained unmoved.
Despite knowing that thousands of experts had gathered in front, he did not even lift his head; his gaze remained the same as well.
He did not cast a glance at the crowd. His eyes were focused on the sword in front of him as he said faintly, "If you’re confident you can heal my friend, then come in. You have to remember that the one who fails will have to die if the patient can’t be healed! The Physician Genius Family’s physician was benevolent, I can pardon him but not others – don’t find fault with yourself and put yourself in a regrettable position!"
The Board of Punishment’s Deputy Minister, who was beside Lan Wuxin, said loudly, "Senior Jun, please don’t forget that you’re also from the Empire of Ziyou! The nation is at a critical position now and everyone should do what they can to help. This assassin is our enemy! Doing so…"
Jun Moyan, who was seated, did not move. He only cast his gaze upwards. It was cold and indifferent.
A beam of sword light flashed in the air.
The official who had been shouting collapsed on the ground with a wet thud. There was a tiny hole in his forehead.
Blood spurted from the wound. It was a fine cut, like a strand of hair, but the man had lost his life all the same.
Just a glance had killed a person; everyone on the spot felt the hearts lurch, chills wracking their bodies.
Jun Moyan’s voice sounded faint, "It is only because I am from the Empire of Ziyou that I am seated here right now. If I weren’t from the Empire of Ziyou, this city would have already been painted in blood, without any survivors left to tell the tale!"