Chapter 179 Killing Intent Condenses into Ice
Three silver needles flew out of his hand and flew straight into the hall.
The two cultivators reacted quickly. One of them spread his arms and formed a spiritual barrier to block Duke Yue and his son, while the other blew away the silver needle with a palm and moved his body to punch Zhao Yushu.
And there were more than three silver needles flying over.
Chengying had already flown silently towards a standing lamp. Before the female cultivator could throw a punch, she heard a slight sound behind her. The lamp post was cut off diagonally, and a corner suddenly became dark.
The female cultivator subconsciously slowed down a few steps and failed to notice the opponent's attack. If the target was not the lamp post but the Duke of Yue...
Although there was a cultivator guarding behind her, she didn't dare to bet that the fourth-level cultivator would be able to hold on. Saving the lives of Duke Yue and his son was far more important than catching the assassin. She just had to hold on until old man Wuxi came back.
Just as she hesitated, Zhao Yushu instantly changed his position, and several silver needles and Chengying flew out together, and a standing lamp fell to the ground again.
The female cultivator broke out in a cold sweat. How could the assassin change his position in an instant? If it was a footwork, there was no reason for her to not see the movement track. Could there be more than one assassin?
There were only six standing lamps in the hall. When another silver needle flew by, the two near the door also went out, leaving only the two at the back.
"Protect those two lamps!" the female cultivator turned around and shouted. Even a fool would know that the other party wanted to create darkness and then launch a surprise attack.
However, darkness had already enveloped half of the hall.
The moment she turned around, her hair stood up, and at that moment she understood what it meant to feel like a thorn in the back.
The instinct of a sixth-level cultivator made her spiritual power react faster than her consciousness. An ice wall stood up out of thin air, and with a hiss, a dagger pierced through the ice wall and appeared from her shoulder.
With a crack, the ice wall shattered. Zhao Yushu, dressed in black, drew out his dagger, silently glanced at the stunned Duke Yue and his son, and his figure disappeared in an instant.
Just with this one glance, the four people present were all frozen in place. The undisguised murderous intent in his eyes almost turned into ice and froze the entire space.
It was obvious that the cultivation levels of the monks present were not lower than his, so why did no one dare to move under his gaze?
Zhao Yushu had to retreat.
He was holding just an ordinary dagger in his hand. If he transformed himself into Madam Xu, he might have a chance to kill one of the father and son, but he probably wouldn't have the chance to escape because the distance was too far.
There were two monks between him and Wang Shaolin.
These two monks may not be able to kill me for the time being, but as long as they can delay me for a moment and wait for that inner scene to come back, I will definitely be dead.
No matter how conceited he was, he would never think that he could escape from Neijing.
After Zhao Yushu left, the two monks guarded the Duke of Yue and his son for a full incense stick of time before they finally waited for the old man Wuxi, who was dressed in sackcloth, to come back.
Old Man Wuxi searched every corner of the Buddhist temple and even used the evil soul-searching technique on several monks on duty at night, but he still couldn't find the thief who shot the arrow. This made this master of inner vision, who had been famous for many years, feel extremely angry.
"Has he been here?" Old Man Wuxi looked at the four people who were sweating profusely as if they were facing a powerful enemy. His spiritual sense spread out to cover the entire Duke's Mansion, and there was no sign of anything unusual.
"Senior, he should have left."
"You didn't keep him?" Old Man Wuxi was a little unhappy.
"We, we, can't keep him." The female cultivator lowered her head, feeling a little ashamed. She was a cultivator of the sixth level, but she was actually frightened by the eyes of a cultivator of the fourth level.
In fact, if they were to face off head-on, Zhao Yushu might not necessarily get the better of her, but the shadow-stepping step and the weird feeling brought by the shadow made her fall into a disadvantage in psychological warfare from the beginning. Multiple misjudgments and the fact that she had not fought with anyone for too long resulted in her being completely led by Zhao Yushu.
In the end, Zhao Yushu's cold eyes broke her psychological defenses. Old Zhao had to leave. In her eyes, he could come and go as he pleased.
After all, even old man Wuxi was fooled by him.
"He is Zhao Yushu! He must be Zhao Yushu!" Wang Shaolin tried hard to calm his trembling body, but he couldn't.
He had won a round in Nanyang, but he wanted to kill Zhao Yushu but failed, and instead lost Mr. Qin. And now, Zhao Yushu really followed him to Jiangning in a swagger. If he thought that Zhao Yushu had no feelings towards him, he could commit suicide now.
"Shaolin! Calm down!" Duke Yue was a little angry. When his son learned that Zhao Yushu came to Jiangning, he was just a little afraid, but he didn't think that Zhao Yushu had the courage to really kill him. But tonight, no matter whether that person was Zhao Yushu or not, his undisguised murderous intent scared his son.
No matter how powerful a mortal is, when he is targeted by a monk, especially when the monk shows an attitude of not stopping until he kills him, no mortal will not be afraid.
"Zhao Yushu? Who is he?" Old Man Wuxi clapped his hands and casually asked a few servants to change the lights again. Suddenly, the hall was as bright as day.
"He's Mr. Six from the academy, the old immortal's new disciple." Duke Yue answered respectfully.
"Oh, the disciple of the old madman, that makes sense." Old Man Wuxi thought for a moment and said, "Where is he staying now? I will go meet him tomorrow."
"Are you going to kill him?" Wang Shaolin suddenly became a little excited.
"Young Master, please don't ask me about what I do."
Wang Shaolin paused for a moment, then nodded quickly.
Zhao Yushu returned to the Taoist temple with great satisfaction. He had gained a lot tonight. He confirmed that there was nothing fishy about Wanqing's matter, forced out Duke Yue's trump card, and scared Wang Shaolin by the way.
It was already the late night. Although monks did not require much sleep, being able to sleep soundly until waking up naturally had been Lao Zhao's dream for two lifetimes. So he covered himself with the quilt and said goodbye to the world.
Wake up to dawn.
"Senior, you have come a long way, please come down and have some tea!"
"I didn't expect that an eighth-level person could sense me, and he's still so young. Shushan is indeed full of talented people. I'm here to find Zhao Yushu."
Zhao Yushu crawled out of the bed, blinking his eyes and trying to identify the source of the sound.
Who came to see me? Who was this Shushan master from the eighth heaven? Why had I never seen him before?
Zhao Yushu hurriedly put on his bachelor's gown and trotted to the living room. An old man in linen clothes was sitting on a chair and reached out to take the tea poured by a young man in black.
Seeing Zhao Yushu coming in, the young man in black smiled slightly and said, "Hello, Junior Brother Zhao. I didn't want to show up, but since you are here to visit me, it would be rude if I didn't come out."
Zhao Yushu looked at the young man in front of him and guessed that the other party should be Shushan's hidden chess piece hidden here. Unfortunately, he was forced out by the person in front of him who was looking for him.
"Are you Zhao Yushu?"
"The junior is."
Zhao Yushu bowed, smiled at the young man in black, and stood beside him.
"Well, I have met several of your senior brothers and sisters. The old man has a good eye for disciples."
Is this a compliment to yourself? I think so.
"What are you doing sneaking into the Duke's Mansion in the middle of the night?"