Chapter 68: Diversion

Chapter 68: Diversion

Murong Lin listened to Tang Can’s analysis with deep satisfaction, his heart moved by Tang Can’s insightful words. Nodding in approval, he addressed the ‘Flowering Steel Trees’, “Truly, this man is a true protagonist! It’s no wonder he held such a title, considering he has already grasped 90% of my plan.”

The ‘Flowering Steel Trees’ stood at his side respectfully.

After their departure from the safe house, the Poisonous Old Ghost harnessed his Sky Reaching realm divine senses to seamlessly transmit the entirety of the acquired information to the ‘Flowering Steel Trees,’, who were of the same cultivation.

Subsequently, the ‘Flowering Steel Trees’ promptly relayed the gathered information to Murong Lin.

Observing the trio as they progressed towards the residence of the eldest prince, Murong Lin shook his head and sighed, “While I never intended to implicate my eldest brother in this matter, it’s regrettable that he opted to entangle himself.”

Suddenly, a figure dressed in green materialized behind Murong Lin, it was Qing Miao Lou, the floor master responsible for overseeing the movements of the Qing Yi Tower.

Kneeling before his master, Qing Miao Lou spoke respectfully, “Master, our men are prepared to act at any given moment.”

Murong Lin, seated in a pavilion, gazed out at the picturesque scenery below as he calmly replied, “There’s no need to rush. We shall wait for Er Wu Zi to disseminate the news first.”

Meanwhile, as Tang Can and the others entered the eldest prince’s manor, another individual slipped inside through a side door.

“Tch tch tch, I never expected this from him, was that fellow really that vicious from the beginning?” Murong Lin mused, his tone laced with a touch of mockery.

His loyal followers remained silent, their attention solely on their master, eagerly awaiting his next command.

After a while, a group emerged from the residence of the eldest prince, hastening their way towards the imperial palace.

Leading the group were Tang Can and Murong Ding, the former displaying agitation while the latter seemed visibly shocked.

Evidently, Murong Ding remained unable to grasp the extent to which his third brother had orchestrated such a remarkable scheme.

Murong Lin spoke, “Follow behind them and strike when the time is right.”

“Yes!” Qing Miao Lou promptly responded before vanishing from sight.

“We shall proceed there,” Murong Lin pointed to a location that disgusted him.

A place that he had hated for a long time.

“Yes.” The ‘Flowering Steel Trees’ replied, promptly guiding Murong Lin as they swiftly vanished, hastening towards the designated location

Within the palace, Murong Tong found himself irritatedly studying the letter left by Mo Wen Dao.

A grave mutiny had erupted within the Mo Shan sect, orchestrated by an elder at the eighth layer of the Manifestation realm. With his insurrection, he rallied over a hundred disciples in a brazen bid to seize the sect’s cherished treasures, exploiting Mo Wen Dao’s absence to their advantage.

At the present moment, Mo Wen Dao had entrusted Murong Ran to the palace before departing to personally quell the uprising.

Adding to Murong Tong’s concerns was the disconcerting report of uprisings unfurling within the ranks of the four prominent clans and the three major sects, exacerbating the already tumultuous state of affairs.

The throne was destined to be his.

He relished in the idea that his third brother would give his all, injuring their imperial father in the process and ultimately facilitating a smooth transition of the throne into his grasp. The thought amused him so greatly that he couldn’t suppress a hearty laugh within the confines of his own thoughts.

However, he needed to maintain the facade of helplessness and dejection, as if genuinely perplexed by his own brother’s actions.

Seizing an opportunity to speak, the Poisonous Old Ghost interjected, “Might I propose that we take a prudent approach by closely monitoring the situation and ascertain the origins of his audacity to vie for the throne.”

“Very well.” Murong Tong responded, allowing the aura of his Sky Reaching realm to emanate, lifting him with confidence into the air.

“After today, I shall purge the inner imperial court thoroughly.”

A continuous influx of people gathered outside the imperial palace.

Among the leaders were officials and patrol commanders entrusted with safeguarding the capital. Presently, they had amassed a force of over a thousand individuals.

“I have received a report today indicating that the eldest prince is covertly conspiring a rebellion. He has managed to infiltrate the imperial palace, accompanied by the Sky Reaching realm expert, the Poisonous Old Ghost. Our objective for this day is to ensure the protection of the emperor. Is that clear?”

“The palace guards cannot be relied upon! A significant portion of them are loyal to the eldest prince. Once we gain entry, we will swiftly neutralize them, and if the opportunity arises, we shall confront the eldest prince himself. However, we shall refrain from engaging the Sky Reaching realm experts!”

“If we successfully resolve the palace crisis today, the emperor will recognize our worth and reward us accordingly. At that point, we will revel in feasts and drinks without restraint, and wealth will be within our grasps!”

Ensnared by these alluring words, the subordinates greedily gazed towards the palace.

Their exceptional identities were the very reason for their presence. Among them were members of the cabinet of ministers, representatives from the six departments, and influential figures from the twenty-five syndicates. These individuals were bound by unwavering loyalty; what ulterior motives could they possibly harbour?

Furthermore, wasn’t the silent man leading them at the forefront the third prince himself?

They held the belief that aligning themselves with these figures and making their presence known to the emperor would pave the way for a prosperous lifestyle in the days to come.

“Charge! Kill them!” the leaders roared, inciting over a thousand people to storm in through the main and side entrances. Some even scaled the palace walls, instigating a brutal slaughter of the guards within.

However, they soon encountered fierce resistance from the palace guards, resulting in a bloody clash between over a thousand individuals at the front of the imperial palace.

Amongst the crowd, Murong Lin stood silently at the entrance, his gaze fixed upon the palace doors.

He thought to himself,

“Haah, master explicitly forbade me from speaking, so how could I possibly take the lead in front of them.”

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