Chapter 359 - 357 Zhao Ji Escapes

"Someone you want to kill?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo couldn’t help but be stunned. Did she mean to help him kill someone?

"If there is someone you want to kill, you can tell me before I leave, and I will help you resolve it," Lin Su Ya’s eyes flashed with a cold gleam.

Chen Mo thought for a moment. There was indeed someone.

For example, the person behind the recent assassination attempt on him. However, since he didn’t know their identity, telling Lin Su Ya wouldn’t help.

As for Xiao Yunqi and Zhao Ji.

One is Xiao Yunxi’s biological father.

The other is Zhao Fujin’s biological father.

Since Xiao Yunqi had supported him, Chen Mo harbored no murderous intent toward them.

As for Hu Mei’Er.

He could handle her on his own.

Thinking this, he realized there wasn’t anyone he truly wanted to kill.

Chen Mo shook his head.

Seeing Chen Mo shake his head, Lin Su Ya didn’t ask further and straightforwardly left.

Afterward, Lin Su Ya went to see Zhao Ji.

Xiao Yunqi was shocked to hear Lin Su Ya went to see Zhao Ji, fearing she might rescue him, but he didn’t dare stop her.

If one were to rank the martial artists of the world, Lin Su Ya would undoubtedly be first.

Moreover, Xiao Yunqi found her more unfathomable upon her return.

"You’re here."

In Taihe Palace, Zhao Ji, disheveled, still had a noble aura, wearing a dragon robe; otherwise, anyone would mistake him for a beggar.

From a high and mighty emperor, he suddenly became someone’s prisoner. Though his treatment was much better, as long as he didn’t leave Taihe Palace, Xiao Yunqi fulfilled reasonable requests.

He even had consorts accompanying him daily.

But for a man who could no longer perform, it was a greater torment, driving him nearly insane in just a few days.

Yet, upon seeing Lin Su Ya, he seemed normal again, as though awaiting her.

Lin Su Ya nodded lightly.

Originally standing outside the door, she flicked her duster and was instantly in front of Zhao Ji.

"You... you survived the Celestial Tribulation?" Zhao Ji asked in surprise.

Lin Su Ya nodded again, "I will take Fujin and leave this continent in a few days.

Since we know each other, before I leave, I can grant you one wish. Is there someone you want to kill?"

Zhao Ji’s eyes flashed with a glint, and he said solemnly, "Help me kill Xiao Yunqi."

Lin Su Ya seemed to have expected this and shook her head, "Fujin is my disciple, and Xiao Yunqi is her grandfather. If I kill him, the bond between my disciple and me will never be the same."

"Then help me kill Chen Hong."

"He’s already dead," Lin Su Ya replied.

Zhao Ji was stunned. Due to being under house arrest by Xiao Yunqi, he had little information and was unaware of the outside world. He quickly asked, "How... how did he die?"

"He died of a severe illness," Lin Su Ya said calmly.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Just days ago, he was full of life. How could he die from a severe illness so quickly?" Zhao Ji exclaimed in disbelief.

"But he did die from illness," Lin Su Ya knew that Zhao Ji was actually inquiring about Chen Mo, not Chen Hong. However, Chen Mo was her disciple, and she had her reasons.

Moreover, she wasn’t lying. After breaking through to Foundation Establishment, she foresaw that Chen Hong indeed died from a severe illness.

"Impossible, you’re lying to me, absolutely impossible..." Zhao Ji went mad.

Lin Su Ya remained silent.

After a long silence, Zhao Ji suddenly said, "Then take me out, I will take... revenge myself."

After thinking it over, Lin Su Ya agreed.

That day, Lin Su Ya took Zhao Ji and left Bianliang.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, including many First Grade Martial Artists like Xiao Yunqi, couldn’t stop her.

For a moment, everyone was unsettled.

Xiao Mansion.

"Damn it, she must have broken through to that level." Xiao Yunqi slammed his fist onto the long table in front of him, instantly shattering it.

Had I known, I would’ve dealt with Zhao Ji beforehand.

Although Xiao Yunqi controlled the Imperial Court and established a new emperor,

there were still many places nationwide that hadn’t submitted to the Xin Dynasty. Now that Zhao Ji escaped, he could quickly rally an army against him.

In some ways, Zhao Ji was indeed the legitimate one.

What puzzled Xiao Yunqi was, since Lin Su Ya could take Zhao Ji away, why didn’t Zhao Ji have her kill him?

After all, he had no ties or dealings with Lin Su Ya.

Despite being puzzled, Xiao Yunqi had to discuss a strategy with his subordinates.

Hu Sheng said, "As it stands, we must quickly block the news of the Supreme Emperor’s escape to avoid chaos. If the State Preceptor truly reached that level, she won’t stay here long, Lord An Yang need not worry."

Wu Lu said, "Lord An Yang, in my opinion, there’s no need to block the news. Perhaps the Supreme Emperor leaving Bianliang is actually beneficial to us."

Hearing Wu Lu’s words, Xiao Yunqi was taken aback and asked him to elaborate.

Wu Lu explained, "King Yan’s army marched under the banner of cleansing the imperial court and rescuing the Supreme Emperor. Now that he’s no longer in Bianliang, their cause is lost.

Moreover, both you and I know King Yan’s ambition. The Supreme Emperor being alive isn’t necessarily beneficial to him."

"Lord Wu, with all due respect, there’s the strategy of controlling the emperor to command the nobles..." A minister stood up, disagreeing with Wu Lu’s words.

...

Because he was busy with the funeral arrangements for his ’brother,’ Chen Mo didn’t attend the meeting called by Xiao Yunqi to discuss Zhao Ji’s escape.

As for Lin Su Ya leaving Bianliang with Zhao Ji,

Chen Mo assumed it was requested by Zhao Fujin.

...

Somewhere in Jiangnan.

In the rooftop courtyard of a pavilion, Wu Xin’Er was reclining on a chair, reading. Her brows were beautiful, exuding a gentle aura that made her seem like a tender, passionate Jiangnan beauty.

At that moment, a black bird flew in from afar, landing in the birdcage on the table beside her, stirring her hair in the breeze. Yet, her brows furrowed.

Reading the message tied to the bird’s leg, her brows furrowed even tighter, murmuring, "A nineteen-year-old First Grade Martial Artist, as handsome as an immortal, the current martial arts champion, could uncle be deceiving me? And he wants me to go to the capital?"

A nineteen-year-old First Grade Martial Artist? Even the Grand Ancestor didn’t possess such talent.

Could a young man from humble beginnings achieve such a feat?

Wu Xin’Er found it impossible to believe.

However, having enjoyed her family’s privileges, she knew she must fulfill her duties.

Though discontented with the fact that Wu Chang’an intended to wed Zhao Fujin, essentially selling her off.

"Forget it, this can’t be avoided. I should go and see. If I’m not satisfied, even death won’t sway my decision."