agon City empty-handed, she will surely be punished by Your Majesty upon her return. As her servants, we would not feel the pain of her punishment, wouldn't we, Lord Xue""Your Highness is wise and ast..."Here's what you wanted," she said, gesturing to a map on the table. Mu Yinghua looked at Zhang Liyang, "The sect is not like the Imperial Court. You have to be careful."
"Your Highness, please rest assured, I will be careful!"
Zhang Liyang brought a map into another room and then laid it out.
This is a map of power distribution, created when Cai Ning was being sidelined by the three major families. The intention was to analyze the power dynamics in Feilong City using this map and find a way out. However, Zhang Liyang struck first, leaving it in ruins.
The forces depicted in the image only radiate around Feilong City within a radius of about 100 miles. The range is not large, but it is very suitable for Zhang Liyang's current situation.
Severely wounded by arrows, if untreated, death awaits!
On the map, most of Fei Long City was still marked with the symbols of the three major clans. Zhang Liyang ignored them and focused his gaze on the outskirts of the city.
Outside the city, there are much fewer forces, mostly consisting of various martial arts groups.
So-called "martial arts factions" are actually those sects and schools.
"There are a total of three." His eyes quickly scanned the list, and Zhang Liyang saw three martial arts sects circled in red.
"Yuan Li."
"Master, you called for me."
"Let's go for a walk with a few people."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."
Yuan Li's initial mission was to protect Mu Yinghua, but after spending a long time with Zhang Liyang, Yuan Li's service target almost became Zhang Liyang.
Compared to Mu Yinghua, Zhang Liyang also felt normal. Even Yuan Li himself felt perfectly normal.
Soon, under Yuan Li's arrangement, Zhang Liyang led Yuan Li and seven or eight strong soldiers, each on horseback in plain clothes, out of Flying Dragon City.
"Here we go!"
On the official road, powerful war horses were galloping at high speed. Fortunately, there were almost no people on the official road. After all, in such cold weather, no one was willing to walk out onto the wasteland.
At the very front of the warhorses was a man with a face like jade and dressed in brocade, followed by a group of strong-bodied men with sharp eyes.
Anyone with eyes can tell that this must be a young master from a wealthy family out playing with his servants. They'll probably also compliment how handsome the young master is.
"Master, the Desert True sect is just ahead."
Following Yuan Li's finger, Zhang Liyang saw a cluster of buildings perched atop a rare small hill.
Although there are plants on the mountain, in this cursed place, all that remains of vegetation are withered branches. This makes the sect look dilapidated.
The Mo Zhen Pai is led by its master, Mo Yizi. He is said to have just broken through to the second ring of cultivation. However, this sect isn't very large, with only around thirty or forty people in total.
So when Zhang Liyang and his ten companions arrived, they alarmed the entire Mozhen Sect from afar. As soon as Zhang Liyang reached the mountain gate, he saw a group of people already standing there.
"Greetings, valiant heroes, I am Mo Zhenzi of the Mo Zhen Pai. To what do we owe this honor"
An elderly-looking man strode forward, shouting loudly while subtly shielding the other people in the hall behind him.
Looking at Mo Yizi as he walked out, Zhang Liyang said nothing but kept sizing him up with his eyes.
As the head of a family, his clothes weren't embroidered silks or fine garments, just plain hemp cloth, not even as good as what Yuan Li and the others wore.
As for the other people behind Mo Yizi, they didn't need to be mentioned. Zhang Liyang also found that several of them still had patches on their clothes.
Perhaps because their experiences were limited, and Yuan Li and his group had all been on the battlefield, an invisible aura pressed down on them. Under this pressure, Mo Yi Zi's men avoided eye contact, fear evident in their eyes.
In fact, it's not just them. Even Mu Yizi's eyes held a trace of worry.
"This is a very poor sect!"
After getting a clear understanding of the Mo Zhen Pai, Zhang Liyang then smiled and spoke, "Master Mo, it's good to see you haven't changed. I am Zhang Liyang, envoy of Princess Huaqing."
Princess Huaqing Mu Yinghua's reputation had great influence in Fei Long City, and its reach was vast.
Upon hearing that the messenger belonged to Princess Huqing, Mo Yizi, though slightly dubious, still stepped forward and bowed, "Turns out it's a messenger from Her Highness the Princess. I apologize for the lack of proper reception."
The head of the desert doesn't need to be polite.
"The envoy came this time…"
"It's nothing major, just a routine patrol. Didn't disturb the headmaster of Mo, did I"
"Patrolling What patrolling There was never such a thing before!"
Although Mo Zi Yi had doubts in his heart, he didn't show them. Instead, a smile appeared on his face. "I see, messenger, please come in."
Someone who walks barefoot doesn't fear wearing shoes. Even though the Mozhen School is now impoverished, Moziziyi isn't afraid of others coveting anything from him. He generously invites Zhang Liyang in.
This small sect wasn't particularly interesting. Zhang Liyang just strolled around for a bit, didn't even bother to have some tea, and then left.
The second sect wasn't far either, and Zhang Liyang arrived quickly. Although this sect looked a bit better than the Mo Zhen Pai, it wasn't much better. Zhang Liyang still used Mu Yinghua's name to go around for a while before leaving.
"Next is the last one."
On the battlefield, Zhang Liyang's mind echoed with the last information about his family's sect.
That was a Buddhist sect named Dāo Kūng Temple.
Knock, knock, knock...
Even from a distance, before reaching the island temple, Zhang Liyang could hear the deep and distant bell tolls. The sound was so low and resonant that it calmed his mind instantly.
When Zhang Liyang arrived at this island, Kongsi Mountain, he couldn't help but sigh, "It truly lives up to its reputation as a place of Buddhism!"
Unlike the two previous martial arts sects, the Kong Temple before them was located amidst a forest. The sparse, ordinary vegetation was a rare treasure in this northwest region.
The golden glazed tiles reflected the golden light, and the buildings hidden in the woods were mostly red.
The faint blue smoke drifted upward, carried by the cold wind in all directions.
The tip of his nose twitched slightly, and Zhang Liyang faintly smelled a hint of sandalwood.
"Amitabha!"
At the foot of the mountain, two monks walked slowly out of the forest. "What brings you to our Kong Temple"
Like the previous two, Zhang Liyang claimed to be an emissary of Princess Huaiqing and was conducting a border inspection on her behalf.
"Oh."
After that, the two monks stood there motionless, without any intention of continuing to speak.
The scene suddenly became a bit awkward, it was obvious that the two monks didn't want Zhang Liyang to enter Shikong Temple.
"Be bold!" Yuan Li, seeing the situation, immediately stepped forward and shouted, "We represent Princess Huaqing of the Great乾 Dynasty. What do you mean by this"ous as a "ghost street" among the people of Fei Long City!And now Bai Fuhuan is bringing his senior and junior brothers to appear in Ghost Street.Although Bai Fuhuan had not been here for several year...