Chapter 267 (2)

Our Discord Server: .gg/PazjBDkTmWDao Ke’s expression changed subtly, staring at Hai Wuya with a mysterious smile.

"Hai Wuya, you claim you are not a high-ranking member of the Wuji Association… but you seem more than just an ordinary person."

"Whether it’s you or the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’, neither are ordinary… I suspect you are lying, you are indeed a high-ranking member of the Wuji Association, just speaking in half-truths."

"Emperor of Great Yan, how about letting this person live a few more days?" Dao Ke smiled faintly.

"Since he wrote the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’, he must be an important figure in the Wuji Association."

"We can show authority, or use him to lure out those rats from the shadows, like the one self-proclaimed Martial Saint."

Emperor Yonghe felt a sudden half of his anger disappear.

According to Dao Ke, this Martial Saint is still alive?

Among the Flying Fish Guard, there were no amazing martial artists, so Emperor Yonghe knew very little about the top martial arts experts in the world.

"Martial Saint?" Hai Wuya just smiled.

"You might be underestimating his intelligence. Even if Little Martial Saint Wu Qiankun was captured, do you think he would come for him?"

"This is a clear trap. If Martial Saint acts impulsively like this, then he is not a Martial Saint."

As Hai Wuya mentioned this, he remembered a past event that Hai Siyuan had spoken about before.

When in Great Qin City, Hai Siyuan, Li Changshi, and other old soldiers were saved by Martial Saint.

Those elderly soldiers who made it out of the Hundred-mile Desert are the last survivors of Martial Saint.

To Hai Wuya, they are also the last trace of humanity in Martial Saint.

But Hai Wuya is not a survivor of the Western Conquering Army.

"You’re trying to argue again, ready to face death? I don’t believe you." Dao Ke smiled.

"Whether it’s true or false, we’ll find out soon enough. It’s just a matter of days, I’m patient enough to wait."

"Emperor, why don’t you announce to the world and see if in these three days, we can lure out the rats from the Wuji Association."

After speaking, Dao Ke turned to leave.

"Wait…" But Emperor Yonghe couldn’t sit still.

"Dao Ke, should Hai Wuya be confined to the Taoist temple in the Imperial Capital during these three days?"

"The Taoist temple? Isn’t this trap too obvious? Would the people from the Wuji Association dare to come?" Dao Ke shook his head.

"Don’t you have a heavenly prison? It’s only right to place offenders in the heavenly prison, isn’t it?"

Emperor Yonghe’s eye twitched slightly.

At this time, he had believed Dao Ke’s words, seeing Hai Wuya as a possible target for the rebels led by Martial Saint, so Hai Wuya was now in a tricky situation. Р

Being locked up in the heavenly prison? Can the heavenly prison stop the Martial Saint or the Wuji Association?

Emperor Yonghe was uncertain.

The experts guarding the heavenly prison were several first-ranked martial artists in spiritual refining, along with some stationed troops.

If we were to say which place in the Imperial Capital is safest and most likely to withstand the Martial Saint… it would likely be the palace with ten thousand Imperial Guards protecting it and the presence of the ancestor Yan Shenji.

So, before the execution, would Hai Wuya be placed under house arrest in the palace?

Emperor Yonghe frowned in thought.

Hai Wuya remained silent.

In a way, this Great Dao Sect cultivator had indeed guessed correctly.

He really wanted to die early and didn’t want to wait for several more days.

This is not because he truly believes that the Martial Saint will come to set a trap and rescue him here.

He is worried that his son, Hai Siyuan, might act recklessly and confront danger…

When the Flying Fish Guard took him away, he cleverly advised his eldest son to find Dr. Dong, but whether it worked or not is still uncertain…

…………………………………..

In the Imperial Capital, there was a noodle shop by the street.

Qiao Mu sat at the Eight Immortals table by the shop’s entrance, facing a bowl of longevity noodles, with Wei En sitting opposite him.

"The most important thing in life is to be happy."

"Wei En, are you hungry? Do you want me to ask the owner for more food for you?"

On his birthday, Qiao Mu would eat longevity noodles, it was a small tradition for him.

Wasn’t it when Qiao Mu first ate noodles in Yan City? He must have been only a few years old then. It feels like a distant memory from a past life… Qiao Mu leaned against the wall, looking relaxed.

"What are Mr. Qiao’s plans for coming to Imperial Capital this time?" Wei En asked in a serious tone, while not eating his noodles.

The Imperial Capital is no ordinary place, it can be said to be where all the world’s events and talents gather.

He speculated that when Qiao Mu left Great Qin City and came to Imperial Capital, he must have had important matters to attend to.

"Plans? I do have some ideas," Qiao Mu pondered for a while before saying:

"I know a generous man named Wan, who is always charitable. I plan to borrow some money from him, and then take a stroll with my bird…"

"Just a stroll with your bird?" Wei En was surprised.



"You do make a good point, just walking the bird is a bit limited in scope," Qiao Mu said.

"Then I can go ask that good man for more money to open a bookstore here in the Imperial Capital."

"Not selling Confucian classics, but specializing in strange stories and martial arts legends."

"Then I’ll pick one or two martial arts manuals, quietly place them in the bookshelf, with the book covers still looking like strange tales, to see which child gets lucky…"

"I don’thing all day, just sweep the floor, play the role of a janitor, and sometimes casually recite a few martial arts mantras, trying to give off the vibe of a transcendent figure, right?"

Wei En listened somewhat confusedly as Qiao Mu finished speaking, hesitantly asking:

"Is Mr. Qiao suggesting to find naturally gifted martial arts prodigies and secretly train them?"

That’s as far as he could think.

After all, the Qiao family is so mysterious and powerful, and Qiao Mu in front of him has such high martial arts skills, and is involved in earth-shattering events like assassinating King Qin and using martial arts to conquer immortals, how could he come to the Imperial Capital just to open a small bookstore?

Maybe there’s more to it?

"Train geniuses? Wei En, why are you thinking so much about practical things?" Qiao Mu said in a displeased tone.

"If I open a bookstore, can’t I just have some small goals and enjoy life casually?"

"Having a balance is what life is all about."

"Selling books, taking care of birds, cleaning, and pretending to be a hermit, how pleasant?" Qiao Mu said casually.

The last time he left Imperial Capital and went to Great Qin Prefecture, he ended up staying there for over a hundred and sixty years.

Right now, Qiao Mu just wants to take a break and relax, to recover from his efforts.

Wei En nodded thoughtfully.

"What Mr. Qiao meant by having a balance is… starting with a bookshop as a front, then slowly planning for bigger things?"

He found it hard to believe that a top martial artist who had just defeated a group of cultivators and forced the number one on the Spiritual Refining List, Wu Qiankun, to retreat, came to Imperial Capital just to retire.

Qiao Mu was speechless, he realized he couldn’t keep up with Wei En’ thoughts. S~eaʀᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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"Stop imagining, I’m not a carefree youth anymore, what’s wrong with growing old?"

"When you reach my age, you’ll understand that fighting and killing is not really meaningful, the essence of life is finding inner peace." Qiao Mu started acting like an old sage, giving Wei En some inspiration:

"The highest virtue is like water, benefiting all things without striving, that’s the principle."

Qiao Mu thought he sounded quite wise.

Masters, they rarely act easily.

Walking birds, playing with cats daily, running a bookstore and being like a monk, isn’t this a hermit master?

While Qiao Mu was teaching Wei En, noise could be heard from the street.

Looking back, several soldiers were putting up notices on the city wall, attracting a large crowd of people to watch and chat noisily.

"Minister of Rites Hai Wuya, is actually a member of the Wuji Association rebels…"

"…be executed in three days?"

"Minister Hai is also a rebel? I remember seeing him at the ceremony for the fallen heroes of the Western Conquering Army last time and he seemed quite righteous, didn’t he?"

"People are not always what they seem, it appears that Minister Hai joined the Wuji Association rebels decades ago, like a hidden nail within the Great Yan court…"

"Is this really happening?"

Qiao Mu and his friend were both skilled martial artists, with sharp senses, naturally heard clearly the discussions of these people.

Qiao Mu remained silent, quietly slurping noodles, finishing three bowls before letting out a satisfied burp and standing up.

"Why do you make me… make me have to fight and possibly kill you all?"

Qiao Mu sighed, feeling a bit resigned.

Unable to bear it any longer, he punched the palace wall!

"Don’t worry, Mr. Qiao," Wei En observed carefully, sensing something, and said:

"You just said that water benefits all without contention, the true essence of life is to seek inner peace…"

"Did I ever tell you… water takes many forms," Qiao Mu said.

Water takes many forms.

Which means, the ultimate decision belongs to Qiao family member.

"I am now going to the palace to find inner peace–" he said halfway, but then he noticed a familiar figure with white hair among the crowd at the notice board.

It was Hai Siyuan, standing in the crowd, looking around bewildered, the bustling crowd parting and closing in front of him, he alone remained still like a solitary rock.

"Dong XinglinDr. Dong’s clinic…" Hai Siyuan whispered to himself.

He was not a young man who acts without thinking, he was already in his sixties.

And his father Hai Wuya wasn’t either.



Hai Wuya was never someone who acted recklessly, he specifically requested to meet Dong Xinglin before entering the palace, perhaps he had already foreseen what might happen in the palace and had some clever ideas?

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