Seeking Truth with a Sword-Chapter 539 - 484 Conflict_2

Chapter 539: Chapter 484 Conflict_2
"Yes, justice! Mr. Li is the reincarnated Little Medicine King God! He won’t ignore us! It’s all because of treacherous villains who have deceived him!"
More and more common people rose from the ground, Zhuo San among them, carrying his mother on his back. His expression was indifferent, a Broadsword slung at his waist.
The dense throng of people surged towards the entrance of the Governor Mansion.
Zhuo San had just taken a step when his arm was grabbed. "Third Son!"
Government Official Sun Er appeared silently behind him, his voice low and stern. "What are you trying to do?"
"What I must," Zhuo San said emotionlessly. "Save my mother."
His mother seemed even sicker than yesterday. She lay across Zhuo San’s back, her hair disheveled, her forehead slick with sweat, her eyes barely able to open.
"Don’t be foolish, this won’t save her," Government Official Sun Er advised sorrowfully. "The Governor Mansion is protected by Cultivators. You won’t even get to see Mr. Li."
As if to prove Sun Er’s words, on the steps above, the Taiyuan Governor turned pale upon seeing the surging crowd. He turned to the garrison Cultivator beside him and cried out, "Cultivator Su, stop them!"
Through observations over the past few days, the governor’s image had plummeted in the eyes of the garrison Cultivators. However, duty was duty.
Cultivator Su curled a corner of his mouth almost imperceptibly, stepped forward, and began muttering a spell.
BUZZ—
The effects of the Magic spread along the ground. The once-firm rammed earth path before the Governor Mansion immediately became soft and muddy, like a shallow marsh, firmly trapping the feet of the common people. This was the power of Magic; by controlling just the people at the front, there was no need to worry about the situation escalating out of control due to public outrage.
Cultivator Su was just about to finish the spell when a mysterious force violently surged into his Magic. His lips continued to move involuntarily, muttering on despite his abruptly changed expression, still releasing Magic.
PLOP PLOP PLOP—
Dense ripples erupted in the muddy marsh as if struck by a torrential downpour.
The next moment, countless mud splatters mixed with stones flew from the marsh, striking the common people. The people in the front row were left bloodied, and many common people behind them were also affected.
Screams immediately rose one after another. "Murder!" "The garrison is killing people!" "The officials are killing people!" Such shrill cries echoed above the Governor Mansion.
This is bad!
Li Hui’s expression changed. From his high tower vantage point, he had a clear view. That garrison Cultivator had initially used the Mud Skill, mainly intended to trap people, with no lethal effect. Suddenly, the Mud Skill had transformed into a Mud Bomb Technique. This was clearly a Cultivator of much greater strength who had forcibly hijacked the spell and altered its effects, intentionally injuring the common people before the Taiyuan Governor Mansion.
"Mr. Xi!" Li Hui shouted.
Even without his prompting, Xi Yangyu stepped on the wooden floor and lightly flew out of the window, hovering in the air. From his high vantage point, he scanned the crowd. His overwhelming Telekinesis flowed along the street like an invisible, intangible wave, sniffing out Spiritual Energy tracks, searching for that Cultivator.
BUZZ!
In the invisible world of Spiritual Energy, his surging Telekinesis collided head-on with five ’boulders.’ Five powerful Telekinesis Masters had locked onto Xi Yangyu with their Telekinesis auras from different directions along the street.
"Langya East Sea Qi?" Xi Yangyu narrowed his eyes, identifying the five hooded Cultivators hidden among the crowd, disguised as common people.
As their gazes met in mid-air, Xi Yangyu let out a cold laugh. "Not even bothering to disguise yourselves anymore?"
The Langya East Sea Qi drew its imagery from millennium-old reefs unyieldingly resisting ocean waves. It could strengthen the Telekinesis of multiple Telekinesis Masters, enabling them to contend with higher-ranked Cultivators for a short period.
"If this were a different place, a different situation, I would also prefer not to make an enemy of the Langya Wang Family. After all, you are a thousand-year-old family," Xi Yangyu murmured to himself. "But, who was it that made the Mountain Master insist I come here? And my daughter is also in Taiyuan Prefecture..."
His right hand grabbed at something invisible in mid-air and tugged hard.
PSHHH—
Five spurts of blood erupted simultaneously. The five hooded Cultivators all spat blood and knelt forward. As they did so, they formed hand formations and slapped them heavily onto the ground. An immense force pressed down on Xi Yangyu’s shoulders, pulling him from mid-air and smashing him into the ground.
Fortunately, this location was far from the gathered common people, so it caused no casualties and did not attract the crowd’s attention.
Dust and smoke filled the air. Xi Yangyu slowly rose to his feet in the huge pit. He was uninjured, save for a long tear on the left flap of his robe and dust staining his sleeves.
The five Cultivators arrived in an instant, kneeling around the pit’s edge. Their bodies were hunched in obvious agony as they continued to press their hand formations onto the ground at different points, releasing Telekinesis to form a bell that securely trapped Xi Yangyu beneath it. Even the ground beneath his feet was covered by a Telekinesis barrier.
Xi Yangyu looked indifferently at the large bell trapping him. He sent out a palm strike, and his majestic Telekinesis immediately sent fine cracks spreading across the bell’s surface. The residual Spiritual Energy fluctuations shattered the glass of all houses within a radius of roughly a hundred feet.
The five Cultivators’ bodies shook, their injuries worsening, yet they remained kneeling, desperately holding on.
Xi Yangyu’s face remained expressionless as he struck out with his palm again and again. The Telekinesis copper bell was on the verge of shattering, yet it always restored itself just before collapsing completely.
"Mr. Xi," one of the Cultivators coughed and rasped, "our Wang Family has no intention of treason. This is merely a desperate measure to prevent the situation from escalating further. We guarantee that no one will harm your daughter, or Prince Yue, or Princess Guanghua."
"..."
Xi Yangyu’s gaze flickered. His hand movements did not cease; he kept striking the Telekinesis copper bell, though his actions seemed to slow slightly.
Meanwhile, at the end of the street before the Governor Mansion, amidst shouts of "The officials are killing people!", Cultivator Su, suffering from the Spiritual Energy backlash, lowered his hand, his face pale as he gasped for breath. The expressions of the other garrison Cultivators changed. They tried to pull him back, but their bodies suddenly stiffened.
Sword Intent.
An intense and sharp Sword Intent hovered before the brows of all the garrison Cultivators. It caused their hair to stand on end and their limbs to become rigid, rendering them unable to move. It was the Sword Intent of a Candle Cloud Sword Cultivator.
The common people, lacking Cultivation, could not feel it. But in the Cultivators’ sensory world, that sharp, bone-chilling Sword Intent seemed to pierce heaven and earth.
Li Hui’s expression was gloomy. Qiu Feng and Ouyang Shi turned pale, unconsciously holding their breath. Li Leqing remained expressionless, her fingers involuntarily forming a Sword technique.
THUD.
Yan Yundang took a step forward, a towering figure shielding everyone. The sharp Sword Intent aimed at the Governor Mansion instantly melted away before him, allowing Qiu Feng and the others to finally breathe deeply.
"Go to the lab and get Risheng," Yan Yundang said, holding his horse lance, his gaze cold as he looked down at the scene below. "We’re evacuating now."
Several village elders rushed up the steps, shouting to the chaotic common people below, "Follow me to see Mr. Li!"
Those few garrison Cultivators, firmly locked by the Candle Cloud Sword Master’s Sword Intent, could make no move. They could only watch helplessly as the common people climbed the steps. It wasn’t that the garrison Cultivators didn’t want to stop them; their Qi Seas were completely suppressed by the Sword Intent.
Yan Yundang spoke without looking back. "If the Chaotic Wind arrives, communication is severed, and intelligence from within and without Taiyuan Prefecture is cut off, the Wang Family, or even people from Zhao Ming, might take direct action."
Qiu Feng gritted his teeth. "But Risheng said he just needs a little more time..."
"Now is not the time to be stubborn," Yan Yundang said calmly. "The common people below won’t listen to anything now. Once this man-made disaster unfolds, it could attract the Chaotic Wind."
"Does that mean we just need to eliminate the man-made disaster, and that will be enough?" Li Leqing suddenly asked.
"What?"
Before Li Hui and the others could react, Li Leqing leaped over Yan Yundang, propped herself on the windowsill, jumped out, and landed in the Governor Mansion’s courtyard.
Losing Yan Yundang’s protection, the Candle Cloud Sword Intent once again pressed upon Li Leqing’s brow.
"Everyone stop!" she took a deep breath and declared loudly, "I am Princess Guanghua of Yu Country, Li Leqing!"