NOVEL NEXT Chapter 165: Shouting for Help
After winding through two long corridors, a secluded courtyard came into view.
"This is the place where the old master practices..."
Mo Yi stopped, unlocked the door, and bowed with fist in hand.
Just as Min Jiangtao was about to support Zhang Xuan into the courtyard, Mo Yi hurriedly blocked their way.
"Young Master Min, this place... No one but the old master is allowed to enter..."
Min Jiangtao frowned, about to say something, when he heard the weak voice of the "teacher" he was supporting: "Go about your business, I'm fine..."
"Yes!" Min Jiangtao released his hand, and the "teacher" gave Mo Yi a glance before staggering into the courtyard and then closing the gate behind him.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief and once again bowed with fist in hand: "Young Master Min, I'm truly sorry, I'm just following orders..."
"No harm done!"
His job was simply to deliver Young Master Zhang, and whether he went in or not did not matter. Knowing that staying here was pointless, Min Jiangtao bid farewell with clasped hands: "The teacher may need some time to recover from his injuries, so I will take my leave now..."
"Young Master Min, there's no need to rush off. Since you're here, I have something to ask you. Please, come to the side hall for a conversation!"
Mo Yi gestured with clasped hands.
Hesitating for a moment, Min Jiangtao nodded in agreement: "Alright!"
One after the other, they quickly made their way to the side hall. Min Jiangtao looked over and asked, "What is it that the Housekeeper wishes to discuss with me?"
Mo Yi: "I'm curious... where did our old master get injured? And how did he come to be injured?"
Min Jiangtao: "The teacher was ambushed. As for who hurt him, I'm not entirely sure. It must have been some hostile enemies. As you know, over the years, the teacher has offended many due to his high position..."
"I see..."
Nodding, Mo Yi suddenly gave a faint smile: "I had no idea you could lie so easily, Young Master Min, without even blinking an eye!"
Before he had finished speaking, more than a dozen guards brandishing weapons burst out of the room, completely surrounding him.
Each one of these guards possessed the strength of Galaxy 2-dan. Together, their combined forces would be difficult for Min Jiangtao to overcome, despite his respectable cultivation.
His expression darkening, Min Jiangtao's eyes narrowed: "What do you mean by this..."
Mo Yi stood up: "What do I mean? The 'old master' you brought, unless I'm mistaken, is an impostor, right? The old master raised you from childhood, treating you as if you were his own, and yet you betrayed him, conspiring with outsiders to harm him!"
"You..."
Min Jiangtao's pupils contracted.
"Surprised that I know? Let me tell you the truth! The old master returned half an hour ago and told me everything. He even guessed that this situation might arise and instructed me to be prepared in advance! I just didn't expect you to actually dare to come!"
With a cold snort, Mo Yi continued: "Impersonating the old master to seize his cultivation technique and wealth... Min Jiangtao, you have some nerve! Seize him and kill him!"
"Yes!"
Upon the command, the many guards advanced simultaneously, the surrounding formation weaving around them, enveloping Min Jiangtao in a powerful aura.
Min Jiangtao's eyes narrowed further.
With the present circumstances, escape was clearly impossible, the only question was the situation with Zhang Xuan.
Since they anticipated that the two of them would come, was the place Zhang Xuan went also an ambush?
He had thought that reaching the Mo Residence would allow for great looting, only to find himself stepping into the jaws of a tiger.
...
The courtyard was not large, encompassing just over two hundred square meters. It was unusually quiet, devoid of anything special or amiss. Zhang Xuan, disguised as Elder Bai Ye, looked around before striding towards the room straight ahead.
If the Destiny Plate were indeed hidden somewhere, it had to be here.
Pushing the door open, he entered a spacious training room, with neither dining tables nor resting beds - only the flat ground and weapon racks filled with Mo Blades.
Zhang Xuan slowly walked in, intending to use the Eye of Insight to search for the Destiny Plate, when he suddenly sensed dozens of intense fluctuations of Origin qi. A great formation abruptly sprang into action.
He hastily looked around; the door he'd just entered through had closed without notice, and the surrounding formation had sealed off all potential escape routes.
"Zhang Xuan, you actually dared to come. You really have some nerve..."
At that moment, a sinister voice echoed, and from another room emerged a figure who was injured, none other than Elder Bai Ye himself.
The Mo Blade Sect leader, his bleeding now stopped but severely wounded, had a pallid complexion and a somewhat disordered aura. Nevertheless, his eyes still gleamed with madness and obsession.
As a tyrant who had grasped the fragments of the heavens on his own, to be ensnared, his stronghold overrun, his disciples betrayed, and himself gravely injured... One could only imagine the depth of his hatred.
Up to this point in his practice, he had never suffered such a loss.
However, before he could fully unleash his hatred, he heard the other's voice. It would have been better if he hadn't listened—upon hearing it, he nearly exploded with rage on the spot.
"Zhang Xuan, it is you indeed. I didn't expect you to come early! You sure fled fast..."
"???"
Elder Bai Ye paused. "Even now, you still pretend to be me? You think I can't kill you just because I'm injured? Let me tell you the truth; even with one arm gone, I still possess the cultivation of a Galaxy 5-dan Peak. My mastery of the Mo Blade is still at the pinnacle of the third level, and to kill someone of your Galaxy 2-dan would be as easy as blowing away dust!"
"Indeed, even at this moment, you're still masquerading as me? Zhang Xuan, have you no shame? Kneel down and admit your mistake right now, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, today will be your day of death!"
The "Elder Bai Ye" across from him was equally fierce.
"You..."
Elder Bai Ye trembled with rage.
He had seen shameless, but never someone this shameless.
Coming to the Mo Blade Sect pretending to be me, imparting the Mo Blade Martial Skill, I let it slide when I couldn't catch you, but now you dare to keep up the act in my own house, right in front of me, caught red-handed, and yet you stubbornly claim you're the real deal...
Do you think everyone is a fool?
"Since you're seeking death, I'll fulfill your wish right now..."
With a flick of his wrist, a Mo Blade appeared in his palm; Elder Bai Ye held the blade aloft with his single arm, his presence majestic.
Despite losing an arm, his immense Strength hadn't diminished much, coming at Zhang Xuan oppressively, taking his breath away.
Facing his actions, Zhang Xuan, far from being scared, shouted loudly, "Come, seize this impostor for me!"
Elder Bai Ye clenched his teeth. "No need to yell. This formation not only traps the opponent but also suppresses sound. Let me tell you, even if you scream till your throat breaks, it's useless..."
Before he could finish, the "himself" across from him stomped fiercely on the ground.
"Buzz~~"
The formation hummed and immediately stopped operating. The great array that he had painstakingly activated was utterly paralyzed by the other's single stomp.
"You..."
His pupils constricted, but before he could question, the other suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs, "Help, save me, save me!"
"???"
Elder Bai Ye stood dumbfounded.
Crying for help in my own house... something felt off.