"Not good, there are assassins."
Qing Yao did not move. She raised her head, smiling as she looked at Wuqing and Qingfeng opposite her, and spoke slowly, word by word.
"Is there still a need to pretend?"
Wuqing was astonished. His pupils darkened. He hadn't expected her to know. He had thought he had hidden himself so well, only to realize he had been seen through long ago. Was she willing to return to Wuqing Valley with him precisely because she wanted him to reveal his flaw?
But the price seemed too great. Did she have the confidence to escape from his hands unscathed?
"When did you know?"
Wuqing did not deny it. He spoke calmly. He had thought he had been very convincing, but unexpectedly, he had still revealed a flaw.
Qing Yao smiled, as light and airy as clouds. She spoke with a light grace, "Wuqing loved medicinal herbs as if they were his life, yet you could tread over them without changing your expression. These are two completely different behaviors."
As her words fell, her voice suddenly rose, like a surging tsunami, "Who are you? Wen Yu, or Changsun Zhu?"
Wuqing and Qingfeng exchanged glances and both gave a bitter smile. It seemed she truly detested both of them. As soon as she spoke, she guessed their identities. Wuqing was about to speak, but Qing Yao raised her hand to stop him, a cold, sinister smile curving her lips.
"Let me guess, you are Wen Yu, and you are Changsun Zhu."
She pointed at Wuqing with one finger and at Qingfeng with the other, speaking in a deep voice.
Her pupils churned with the destructive rage of an overwhelming sea. She hadn't expected that even though Wuqing was dead, they would still bring him up. She would absolutely not let them go.
In the carriage, Mochou and Xiaoyuer flinched and leaned behind Qing Yao. Xiaoyuer's hand had already stealthily reached for the gunpowder gun. She hadn't expected these two men to not be Young Master Wuqing and Qingfeng at all, but two other people disguised as them.
"Clever."
Wuqing sighed softly. He was indeed Wen Yu, his eyes filled with pain. He did not wish to harm her in the slightest.
However, she was too powerful now. If she was not eliminated, Yun Cang Kingdom and Qing Luo Kingdom would inevitably be lost.
If she were eliminated, there would be a glimmer of hope. Therefore, even though they both loved her deeply, they could not compare her to a kingdom. They could not stand by and watch their country perish. This was the great responsibility of royal children.
"I'm just curious, why are you so similar to Wuqing, and how do you know all the details about us? How did you manage it?"
Yes, she was very curious. Why was Wen Yu so familiar with everything about Wuqing? How had he managed it?
Even if they had captured Qingfeng and Mingyue, it was impossible for them to force them to hand over all the information.
Qingfeng had sworn a solemn oath before Wuqing that he would never do anything to harm her again. He would absolutely not tell them these things. So how had they managed it?
Wuqing looked up at Qingfeng, who was Changsun Zhu, behind him, and then spoke word by word.
"Changsun Zhu knows an otherworldly eminent monk who is deeply skilled in disguise, but it's not ordinary disguise. It's a cruel secret technique.
He found dozens of faces similar to Wuqing's, took the skin from their faces, and made human skin masks. After as long as two years and dozens of experiments, he finally made a flawless human skin mask.
This human skin mask was sewn on with silver needles. After a few months of recuperation, it would completely fuse with one's own face."
Qing Yao's eyes widened in horror. How could such a bloody and vicious secret technique exist in the world? That eminent monk would never come to a good end. Evil people would eventually face retribution.
Mochou and Xiaoyuer directly vomited. Thinking about the person in front of them, the mask on his face was taken from the body of another living person. It was impossible to remain calm. How much pain must the victim have suffered?
"Then why are you so familiar with my matters and Wuqing's?"
"It's the Soul Transferring Great Method. As long as the Soul Transferring Great Method is used, all the memories in Qingfeng's mind will be injected into my mind. Then, how could I not know about you and Wuqing?"
As Wuqing finished speaking, Qing Yao pointed at Qingfeng, who was Changsun Zhu, on the side.
"Does he also have a human skin mask on his face?"
As Qing Yao finished speaking, Wuqing shook his head. "He only uses ordinary disguise. It's just that you focused your attention on me, so you overlooked him."
While they were talking in the carriage, a battle had already broken out outside, with the clashing of weapons, sharp and piercing.
Mochou and Xiaoyuer stared vigilantly at the two men opposite them. Their martial arts must be extremely powerful. The three of them were no match for them, so the gunpowder gun had to hit its target in one shot...
"So now you want to kill me?"
As Qing Yao's stern voice fell, Qingfeng, who was Changsun Zhu, opposite her, formed his fingers into hooks and lunged directly. Mochou drew her sword and blocked the attack. The carriage space was too small, and its limitations were great, making it impossible to maneuver...
Changsun Zhu and Wen Yu channeled their Qi, and powerful true qi erupted, tearing the carriage apart. The two figures then soared out like two flood dragons.
Qing Yao and Mochou, along with the other two, also followed closely, flying out. Xiaoyuer was still too young and could not withstand the powerful true qi. Her body shot upwards into the air.
Changsun Zhu's figure sank, and he wielded his sword, thrusting directly. Qing Yao was greatly alarmed. She flew forward to meet him, and with a strike of her Huangwei Qin, the true qi separated his sword energy. She reached out and hugged Xiaoyuer.
Xiaoyuer fell into her arms, but Changsun Zhu did not stop. He followed with a second sword thrust.
Qing Yao dodged, and although the sword did not hit a vital spot, it still pierced through her shoulder blade. The pain made her frown tightly. She landed and retreated two steps before standing firm.
Xiaoyuer was enraged. She aimed the gunpowder gun at Changsun Zhu and fired. Unexpectedly, she missed Changsun Zhu, but hit Wuqing's arm as he flew forward to intercept. The Heavenly Silk in his hand suddenly dropped, and pain instantly enveloped him. His body trembled, and he landed...
At this moment, a group of people suddenly shot out from the outer perimeter of the dense forest. The man at the head was wild and unrestrained, his long robes flying, making him appear like a divine brushstroke from beyond the heavens.
As soon as Xiaoyuer saw the man in front of her, she forgot all her reservations about his identity and cried out.
"Father Emperor, save us."
Yin Xuan did not speak. His body was like a long rainbow, even more like a flood dragon in the water. Seeing Qing Yao injured, his heart was filled with rage. He struck out with a palm directly at Wuqing. It was all this bastard's fault! If he didn't kill him today, it wouldn't be enough to vent his hatred...
Xiaoyuer's cry startled many people on the scene. Everyone knew Xiaoyuer's identity; she was still the Princess of Xian Yue.
Then, if she called him Father Emperor, this Yin Xuan was actually the Emperor of Xian. Changsun Zhu's pupils deepened. It turned out that the Emperor of Xian had always been hidden beside the Empress. No wonder the army had advanced so swiftly and overwhelmingly.
How could they possibly succeed today?
Yin Xuan paid no attention to others' thoughts. He leaped forward, his palm carrying a powerful gust of wind, and directly struck at Wen Yu. Wen Yu rolled and endured the pain as he dodged.
Changsun Zhu drew his sword and attacked. If he didn't intervene, Wen Yu might not be his match. Who would have thought that that child would actually produce such a thing?
The subordinates brought by Yin Xuan merged with the people sent by An Dingfeng to protect Qing Yao. Soon, Changsun Zhu and Wen Yu's subordinates were either wounded or dead.