jdhmnovel Chapter 172 The Three Swordsmen of Ink Clouds
Chapter 172 The Three Swordsmen of Ink Clouds
Chapter 172 The Three Swordsmen of Ink Clouds
As dusk settled, another day passed.
Inside the presidential suite of Lingzhou Hotel, Yang Xi stood by the window, with two men operating computers on the coffee table behind him.
Suddenly, a man stood up and said loudly, "Assistant Yang, we have carefully reviewed the video, and the identities of the three people following Zhuo Yang have been roughly confirmed!"
Yang Xi turned around, his right hand, bandaged, slinged across his chest, and chuckled sinisterly.
The man picked up his notebook and said, "The woman's identity is uncertain, but she is probably Zhuo Yang's lover. Her cultivation level is at least at the Heartbeat Stage, or even the Golden Core Stage. The identities of the two men have been confirmed; they are tomb raiders, Pan Jianbo and Feng Rong."
"What is the relationship between those two tomb raiders and Zhuo Yang?" Yang Xi narrowed his eyes, a hint of malice flashing in them.
"They seem to have great respect for Zhuo Yang; they might be his disciples!"
"it is good!"
Overjoyed, Yang Xi gritted his teeth and growled, "Capture them! The experts from the Moyun Sword Sect will arrive tomorrow. I'll use them to lure Zhuo Yang out and set a trap to ambush him!"
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Located on the outskirts of Lingzhou, the airport is small, consisting of only a solitary terminal building that resembles a supermarket.
Three handsome middle-aged men in suits, dragging light suitcases, walked out of the exit together.
Passengers and people picking them up all turned their attention to the three.
"Wow, so handsome! Is he a movie star?"
"No way, I don't recognize him!"
"Damn it, I don't care if they're celebrities or not, hurry up and take a picture of me, I want to take a picture with them!"
The girls' eyes were practically sparkling; they looked like they wanted to pounce on him right then and there.
"Hmph, what a country bumpkin!"
Among the three handsome middle-aged men, the one with the cold expression looked disdainful and even snorted.
"Sixth Junior Brother, don't let external things affect you!" The leader was the oldest, with a strand of white hair that made him stand out from the crowd.
"Fourth Senior Brother, we are the Three Musketeers of Moyun, do we need to be so careful?" The handsome guy with a cold face snorted again.
There was another one who remained silent the whole time. He seemed the most composed, but his eyes were the coldest, as if he were always ready to fight.
The three are none other than the renowned Mo Yun Three Swordsmen in the cultivation world. They possess profound cultivation skills, and their most formidable ability is the Mo Yun Three Talents Formation, which they form and whose power is extraordinary, making them famous throughout the cultivation world.
Li Wenhao, Hua Cheng, and Leng Jun are all disciples of the sect leader in the Moyun Sword Sect, ranking fourth, fifth, and sixth respectively.
"Sixth Junior Brother, we must not be careless. Junior Brother Yuan Chen was also at the Golden Core stage, but he still perished in Lingzhou, didn't he?" Fourth Brother Li Wenhao said with a frown.
The sixth brother, Leng Jun, sneered a few more times: "Who can we blame? Yuan Chen was arrogant and always liked to make himself look like a wandering singer. He forgot that he was a disciple of the Mo Yun Sword Sect and embarrassed us. It's good that he's dead; we won't have to listen to his nonsense anymore!"
The more he spoke, the sharper his gaze became, and his breathing became rapid as he strode forward.
Li Wenhao shook his head and whispered, "Fifth Junior Brother, keep an eye on Sixth Brother. This guy looks down on Yuan Chen, but he's actually closest to him!"
The fifth brother, Hua Cheng, was the most composed. He nodded and said, "The sixth brother is a bit impulsive, but his cultivation is higher than the two of us. As long as he doesn't fall into an ambush, he should be fine!"
The three people walked out of the terminal, and before they could even hail a taxi, a man in a suit walked up to them.
"You three must be the disciples of the Moyun Sword Sect. I am a disciple of the Wang family, here specifically to greet you. Please follow me!" The man was very polite and not arrogant.
Li Wenhao stared at him and said in a low voice, "How is Your Highness?"
"The prince is long gone. The current head of the Wang family is named Wang Huanran!" The man chuckled softly, his expression turning serious. "The prince sits in the north, wielding power over the entire realm!"
"Dark clouds hang high in the sky, obscuring a portion of the heavens!"
Li Wenhao understood the code and relaxed: "Why would the Wang family be in Lingzhou?"
The relationship between the Moyun Sword Sect and the Wang family of the capital is quite special; the current leader of the Moyun Sword Sect comes from the Wang family. However, to avoid suspicion, the two families have very little public interaction and instead exchange information in secret.
The man said in a low voice, "Yuan Chen died far from home while working for the young master. The young master instructed that no matter how many demands the Moyun Sword Sect makes, they must be met. The young master also sent his assistant to wait for the three of you at the hotel."
Li Wenhao nodded, beckoned to his two junior brothers, and followed the man away.
Half an hour later, inside a private room at the Lingzhou Hotel, a beautiful waitress finished serving the dishes, and the door to the room was closed. Two men in black stood guard outside the door, preventing the waitress from approaching.
"What happened to your hand, sir?" Li Wenhao frowned as he looked at Yang Xi, his eyes filled with doubt.
The eldest son of the Wang family is the future head of the family. His assistant will be the Wang family's strategist and advisor. Such people are all cunning and ruthless. How could he have been injured and lost a hand?
Leng Jun then snorted and glanced at Yang Xi with disdain.
The composed Hua Cheng pressed down on Leng Jun's arm, stopping him from uttering his sarcastic remarks.
Yang Xi hated Leng Jun's gaze, but could only endure it and said with a bitter smile, "If I told you, you three would laugh at me. This hand of mine was burned off by Zhuo Yang using dirty tricks!"
"Zhuo Yang?" Li Wenhao's face darkened. "You mean Zhuo Yang, the one who killed Junior Brother Yuan Chen?"
“That’s right!” Yang Xi sighed, putting on a victim’s act. “The young master ordered me to pave the way for the three of you, to eliminate Zhuo Yang’s allies, especially that Nascent Soul stage expert next to Zhuo Yang.”
"The plan is half successful. I failed to kill the others around Zhuo Yang, but I managed to poison that Nascent Soul stage expert!"
"My right hand is Zhuo Yang's revenge!"
With a sinister and menacing laugh, Yang Xi sent a chill down the spines of the three swordsmen of Mo Yun.
A Nascent Soul stage expert was actually poisoned to death by him?
In an instant, the three of them no longer dared to underestimate Yang Xi, and even became wary of him.
Yang Xi wasn't lying; he just didn't know that Xin Mirou wasn't dead.
"The three of you are ruthless and vicious; you're not easy to deal with!" Yang Xi sighed. "I'm willing but unable to do anything about it. The task of besieging Zhuo Yang from here on out is up to you!"
"I will kill him!" Leng Jun crushed the white porcelain wine cup, his face filled with murderous intent.
"Great!" Yang Xi exclaimed with delight, but inwardly he was contemptuous: He's almost forty years old, and still a greenhorn, a reckless fool!
Then, Yang Xi added, "Zhuo Yang set up a formation in his house. Yuan Chen must have fallen into an ambush and was killed by Zhuo Yang. Therefore, the three of you must not act rashly, and you must not directly storm into Zhuo Yang's house!"
"What does Mr. Yang plan to do?" Li Wenhao asked, frowning.
Yang Xi said in a sinister tone, "My men have found Zhuo Yang's two apprentices and are keeping them under surveillance. The three of you should prepare to make your move. I'll have them captured, and then use those two to lure Zhuo Yang out, a diversionary tactic!"