Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 990: Chapter 786-787: Qin Mo Goes Berserk! The Black Wind Village Chief Ascends to Emperor!

Two days later, in a private room of a teahouse located in the bustling city center, adjacent to the post station.

Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing both removed their veils, sipping iced tea under Zhu Yunwen’s gaze, which was as admiring as if he were looking at a celestial being.

Outside the private room, ten tables and chairs were crowded with porters, coachmen, merchants, bodyguards, and other weary people from the Martial World.

The air was filled with the mixed scent of sweat and tea, and the noise of chatter and clinking porcelain.

Wang Yuyan sipped tea to beat the heat, wiping the fragrant sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, and glaring fiercely at Zhu Yunwen, who kept staring at her, signaling ”Don’t be impolite.”

Murong Qingqing, on the other hand, focused on gathering her senses, observing everything through the door curtain and windows, and remaining ever vigilant.

Wang Yuyan was inexperienced in the Martial World, quite unlike Murong Qingqing, who, having lost her parents young, often roamed the Martial World and knew well the treacherous nature requiring constant caution.

They had just escaped with Zhu Yunwen from the Eight Desolate Disciples at Jujiu Mountain, riding the Divine Phoenix here, and stopped for now to rest and replenish their physical strength and hydration.

This place was famed for the flowery wine alleys on this street.

Many art houses and teahouses were concentrated here, therefore, the flow of people and vehicles never ceased.

From afar, the art houses resounded with music and laughter.

Additionally, the nearby restaurants filled with the shouts of gambling and drinking games, making it decidedly a bustling place.

Wang Yuyan drank two cups of iced tea and, noticing Murong Qingqing hadn’t touched a drop while remaining alert, playfully said with a smile, ”Sister Qingqing, you should also have some tea to relax, now that Zhu Wushi is gone, Mr. Yun Wen should be safe, we...”

”Silence!”

Murong Qingqing hastily placed a finger on her lips to stop Wang Yuyan from continuing, frowning and shaking her head, she communicated secretly, ”Yu Yan, I told you, we’re not completely safe yet. We mustn’t mention Mr. Yun Wen’s name where there are many ears, to avoid being overheard. This kind of topic should only be communicated in secret.”

Wang Yuyan stuck out her fragrant tongue and used True Qi to communicate secretly, ”Yes, yes, I get it now. But don’t you think I’m right, Sister Qingqing? Now that Zhu Wushi is dead, who else would want Mr. Yun Wen’s life?”

Murong Qingqing communicated with a solemn expression, ”It’s precisely at this moment that’s most dangerous. Though Zhu Wushi is dead, the Imperial Throne of Ming Country remains vacant, and any prince or imperial grandson has the right to sit on it. So long as any of them wants it, they’ll have a motive to take action against others.”

”Ah this...”

Wang Yuyan’s complexion slightly changed, realizing she had oversimplified the matter; the royal struggle was indeed terrifying.

Yet even so, people still flocked to it, much like her cousin Murong Fu, who spent his life striving to restore Great Yan, only to meet a tragic end.

As the two conversed, more than a dozen unexpected figures had already arrived ”in the time of ten breaths” upon catching wind of the situation.

These individuals swiftly slipped into the alleys, leaped onto rooftops, focusing their senses to survey all directions.

They simultaneously unleashed superb movement techniques, darting across houses, flying high, and quickly making half a circle around the town streets.

Suddenly, one among them paused sharply as he passed over the teahouse, his ears caught a woman’s faint voice mentioning the words ”Mr. Yun Wen,” causing an instant gleam in his eyes, halting on the tiles.

At almost the same moment, Murong Qingqing’s ears picked up a distinct noise amid the porcelain clinks and discussions, it seemed like a light friction sound as if a tile was ground underfoot.

This all elaborates in detail, but actually occurred in the mere gesture of Wang Yuyan finishing her words and exchanging two glances with Murong Qingqing, their secret communication happened as swiftly as a spark of fire.

And the words Wang Yuyan had uttered earlier just drifted out of the teahouse, reaching the rooftop listener above the teahouse.

Murong Qingqing almost instinctively warned Wang Yuyan, and simultaneously flicked her three fingers in quick succession against the teacup before her.

It appeared like a single sound yet was in fact three rhythmic sounds compressed into one clear note, transformed into three soundwaves akin to concentric circles, rushing towards the roof outside the teahouse.

The man who had just steadied himself on the tiles was caught unaware by the swift detection and retaliation from below; he attempted to defend but was too late.

The three invisible soundwaves struck him unguardedly, reverberating through his organs, penetrating his meridians and even his brain.

”Hmm!!”

The man groaned, blood dripping from mouth and nose, his eyes rolled back, and he plummeted from the rooftop, causing the street below to erupt in startled cries and panic.

Hearing the commotion, the man’s companions quickly employed their movement techniques, leaping over one after another.

At that instant, the sound of hooves clattered.

A carriage raced from a shadowy spot across the street.

The driver astonishingly was an Eight Desolate Player wearing a black hood.

The player shouted, ”Drive, drive,” ”No need for panic, Grandmaster Grannies, the Eight Desolate Little Whirlwind is here to rescue,” swiftly steering the carriage to the street on the west side of the teahouse near the window.

Murong Qingqing and Wang Yuyan each grabbed one of Zhu Yunwen’s arms, leaped out of the window together, and landed atop the carriage.

”Kill!”

A dozen silhouettes leapt from all directions in a swift pursuit, all also wearing masks to conceal their faces.

The leading individual had a fierce gleam in his eyes, a stout build, and held a pair of steel rings with gleaming serrated edges.