Phi-Fic Chapter 469 The Hidden Currents of the Underground River Surge into Heavenly Revelation, The Ghost i
Chapter 469 The Hidden Currents of the Underground River Surge into Heavenly Revelation, The Ghost i
The next day, Lei Family Fortress busied itself with tasks assigned by the family head, Lei Luoshi, the previous night.
Two hundred "elite" disciples gathered, banners waving, looking quite serious.
Lei Yunhe, dressed in a sharp outfit, stood at the front of the team, his gaze sweeping over each member from the head of the group.
Only those inside the secret chamber knew that of these two hundred people, no more than 30% were truly core members of the Thunder Gate; the rest were mostly outer disciples or younger members.
The firearms, bombs, and other items they carried were mainly conventional.
Lei Qianhu stood at the dock, giving the ships loaded with supplies a final inspection. He whispered to Lei Yunhe, "Brother! Don't worry about things at home. But you and Brother Hong, the road ahead is unpredictable, so be careful!"
Upon seeing Meng Sha Ge, tell him about his family's difficulties. Although the old patriarch had expelled him from the Lei Clan, Lei Family Fortress would always be his refuge! Tell him... and take care of yourself.
Lei Yunhe patted Lei Qianhu on the shoulder, looked northwest, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Don't worry! We can wade through this mess, and... we can get out!"
The boats left the shore and sailed towards the misty waves of Taihu Lake.
Lei Luoshi stood in the high pavilion deep in the dock, watching the ship's shadow disappear into the distance, remaining silent for a long time.
The wind brushed against his frosty temples. In the eyes of this shrewd patriarch, there was no sadness at parting with his sons, only a deep, cold calculation and a trace of weariness.
"Dream Killer, the path of the Raimon is becoming increasingly difficult. This step is a risky gamble, but hopefully... it can buy us a chance to catch our breath."
Almost at the same moment the Leimen fleet disappeared from the lake, several shadows, darker than the night and more invisible than the water vapor, silently swept out of Tianqi City and merged into the flow of people on the northward official road.
The underground river has been unsheathed!
The assassins from the Dark River, like ink dropped into clear water, spread rapidly and concealed themselves, silently creeping towards Snow Moon City, the world-renowned city in the northwest of Yunzhou.
Their goal was clear—the head of an imperial censor, and… to taint that now-famous city with some less flattering colors.
The undercurrents of the martial world are turbulent and unpredictable, and their dangers never cease.
War clouds gather in the southwest, while undercurrents surge in the north, quietly weaving together into an ever-tightening net.
Meanwhile, under the southwestern sky, the shadow of war is gathering and pressing down on the city at an unprecedented speed.
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The night in Tianqi City always has two faces.
On one side, Zhuque Street is brightly lit and filled with music and dancing; on the other side, there are ghostly figures and lurking dangers in the dark alleys.
In the "Wanlong Inn" in the west of the city, on the second floor of the "Tianzi" room, Su Muyu sat cross-legged on the couch, her eyes slightly closed, her aura calm and serene.
An oiled paper umbrella leaned against the bed, its surface as smooth as paint, without any decoration.
He could faintly hear the music and laughter coming from the brothel next door, but he seemed not to hear it, his mind completely absorbed in the circulation of his inner energy.
More than a month has passed since the last time Medicine King Valley kidnapped Xin Baicao. Although Su Muyu received a considerable reward from the Grand Supervisor Zhuoqing for that mission, she felt little joy.
Working in the underground river is always a life-or-death struggle; you never know what tomorrow will bring. No matter how much the reward is, it's still just money to buy your life.
The door creaked open.
Su Changhe swayed in, reeking of alcohol mixed with the scent of perfume, and carrying a half-empty jug of wine in his hand.
His handsome face was flushed, his steps were unsteady, and he plopped down on the table, pouring himself a cup of cold tea.
"Uncle Zhe is really something. Tianqi City is such a great place, why not spend a few more days enjoying it instead of taking on some new work..."
He muttered to himself, but his eyes darted toward Su Muyu, who was practicing her martial arts with her eyes closed. "Hey Muyu, don't stay cooped up in your room all day. Come with me in this golden-brick and silver-tiled Tianqi City..."
"Shut up!"
Su Muyu didn't even open her eyes, her voice was cold and clear.
Su Changhe pursed his lips, not annoyed at all, but instead said with a smile, "Alright, alright, I know you, Young Master Su, are a man of few desires. But to be honest, I didn't squander the money from last time; most of it is in 'Huitong Tianxia'."
It's the biggest money exchange on Zhuque Street. They offer great interest rates. This money is enough for us to buy a large three-courtyard house in Nan'an City..."
Before he could finish speaking, Su Muyu suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze shooting out the window like lightning.
Almost simultaneously, a short, thin figure silently slid in through the window, landing as light as a feather.
The man was about forty years old, less than five feet tall, with a sallow complexion and a striking white and yellow goatee. He wore a tattered straw hat and held a magic wand covered with gold rings in his hand.
It was Su Zhe, the "puppet" of the previous generation in the Dark River, who was wearing a straw hat.
Su Changhe was startled and sobered up considerably. He quickly got up and said, "Uncle Zhe! In the middle of the night... what are you doing here..."
How did I find you?
Su Zhe glanced at him, his goatee twitching. "A pot of 'Autumn Dew White' at Diaolou Xiaozhu costs fifteen taels, and you drank three pots in a row, even tipping the bartender ten taels—Changhe, with your spending spree, it would be hard not to find out about it!"
Su Changhe's handsome face flushed bright red. He stammered, "This... I just have a little extra money. It's money the old eunuch gave me, so why not spend it! Um... Uncle Zhe, I still have half a pot of Autumn Dew White wine. You should try some!"
Upon seeing Su Zhe enter the room, Su Muyu rose from the bed and respectfully bowed, saying, "Uncle Zhe."
Su Zhe nodded, leaned his staff against the table, took off his bamboo hat, revealing a face weathered by time yet radiating inner brilliance.
He rolled his eyes at Su Changhe, ignored the wine gourd offered, and instead turned his gaze to Su Muyu, praising her:
"Mu Yu, your cultivation has improved again. Not bad, among the younger generation of the Dark River, you are undoubtedly the best."
Su Changhe chuckled and leaned closer: "Uncle Zhe, I was just trying to gather information... The watchtower is a mixed bag, you can hear all sorts of gossip there..."
"You need to drink three jugs of Autumn Dew White wine to gather information? I think you just have too much spare cash to burn!" Su Zhe said with a half-smile, not pressing the matter further, and sat down in the main seat. "Sit down, let's get down to business!"
The two sat down, and Su Changhe poured tea for Su Zhe attentively, but his heart was filled with anxiety—Uncle Zhe's personal infiltration of Tianqi must mean something big.
Su Zhe took a sip of tea and said slowly, "The patriarch has accepted the mission from the Shadow Sect, and the target is Snow Moon City."
Su Muyu frowned slightly, while Su Changhe blurted out, "Snow Moon City? Baili Dongjun's territory? Uncle Zhe, that place is not easy to mess with!"
Baili Dongjun is now a top expert on the ranking list, and his cultivation may have already broken through to the Great Free and Unfettered Realm! And then there's Sikong Changfeng, Yin Luoxia, not to mention those old monsters in the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm in the Tongtian Pavilion of Snow Moon City…”
"Changhe is right, so we can't afford to confront him head-on this time!"
Su Zhe stroked his goatee, a sly glint in his eyes. "However, there is one thing that is in our favor: Baili Dongjun and the wanted criminal Hu Bufei that he rescued share a common weakness—they are both heavy drinkers!"
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