During the day, they all appeared normal, but as soon as night fell, it seed as though they endured unimaginable pain, wailing and struggling in agony at their respective places.
Li Yuan calculated the distance. The location where Zhao Chunxin stayed at night was just under a mile from a certain wall, so he leaned over and successfully sensed a "breakthrough opportunity" from Zhao Chunxin.
This ti, he understood.
That day, he pinpointed a Lotus Sect disciple nad Er Bao, who frequently entered and exited Wendao Palace, responsible for delivering dinner to Zhao Chunxin and other instructors at night, and morized his appearance.
After carefully observing and pondering his behavioral patterns and speech style for a few days.
One night, after returning to the Black Market Ghost Realm, Li Yuan first applied Yin Makeup to transform himself into that disciple’s appearance, then asked his wife to apply the sa makeup for him the next morning.
...
The next day, Er Bao, as usual, drove his ox cart to Wendao Palace to deliver so "special als with additives."
As for what was added, Er Bao didn’t need to know, he was just a minion.
Tonight, the moonlit sky was clear, and the breeze was not cold.
Er Bao drove his ox cart, singing, when suddenly he felt a cold sensation on his wrist, as if a cold leather shackle wrapped around it.
He was startled and cursed, "You dog..."
The rest of the curse was not uttered as he felt the sa sensation on his other wrist.
His soul was entirely ensnared by a web, the source pointing to the man behind him, a man identical to him — Li Yuan.
Er Bao finally turned his head and respectfully said, "Dog servant, greet the master."
Li Yuan said, "Er Bao, stay here in the tree for a while, make no noise, I’ll deliver the al for you."
"Yes, Master." Er Bao hastily agreed.
Li Yuan placed him onto a large tree that no one had approached for nearly a month, then smoothly drove the carriage to Wendao Palace. Upon reaching the entrance, he raised his hand and face in a numb manner.
The guarding guards, with the sa accustod expression, opened the door to let him in.
Li Yuan’s performance was impeccable; before seeing Zhao Chunxin, he was almost the real Er Bao.
Upon reaching the chamber where Zhao Chunxin resided, he paused slightly, then grabbed the al box and entered the chamber as usual.
Inside the chamber, Zhao Chunxin had locked herself with specially made shackles, confined in a cage.
She looked deranged, with disheveled hair, her cheeks’ flesh crazily swaying in the dark, the scar at the corner of her eye bulged by her protruding eyeballs, very terrifying.
"Ah ah ah!!"
"Ah! So painful, give food!!"
"I want to eat!!"
Seeing Er Bao, Zhao Chunxin struggled and crawled to the iron bars in a panic, like a hungry ghost from hell.
Moonlight from the skylight cast her burly shadow and the bars eerily on the ground.
Li Yuan unleashed his perception, scanning the surroundings, no one was around.
Only then did he step towards Zhao Chunxin.
Tap tap tap...
The footsteps and the mad screams interwove into a strange symphony.
At this mont, the "breakthrough opportunity" for Li Yuan was very clear.
As he approached Zhao Chunxin, he could even see an "arcane sigil resembling the Ancestral Talisman" at the heart of Zhao Chunxin.
But he didn’t possess the Ancestral Talisman, from where did the cultivator of the cultivation skill obtain it?
And this "seeing" was not in the ordinary sense of seeing.
Li Yuan had a feeling that perhaps only he could see it.
Observing closely, he discovered the "Ancestral Talisman" seed to be a blade deeply embedded in Zhao Chunxin’s heart, hindering the flow of blood sand that should circulate normally, causing difficulty in flow...
However, as the blood sand flowed, the blade was being forcefully pressed into the heart.
’During the day, it presses in, the obstruction disappears, hence normalcy is maintained.
At night, it pops out, obstructing the blood sand flow, causing madness.
After one night, it re-presses in.’
Li Yuan drew a conclusion.
’But where did this Ancestral Talisman co from?’
Suddenly, another strange sensation erged, as if so attraction existed between him and the Ancestral Talisman.
Li Yuan continued to approach his forr senior sister, recalling past incidents, and sighed deeply, uncertain about his righteousness or wickedness.
Regardless of right or wrong, good or evil, he would continue to move forward.
His resolve would not waver.
Within the prison, the wildly struggling Zhao Chunxin seemingly felt sothing; her body stiffened, akin to a raging beast suddenly calming down.
Li Yuan extended his hand towards her heart.
As the female heart lies behind the left breast, Li Yuan slightly gestured mid-air, not touching physically.
As he got closer, the Ancestral Talisman, which was being suppressed by the blood sand, seed to respond to a summons, twisting outwardly.
"Ah ah ah!!"
Zhao Chunxin let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Li Yuan was unaware of what the outco would be, he rely followed his instincts at that mont, prepared to accept any consequence.
At this point, he couldn’t stop.
Unless the people before him were his closest family like Yan Yu, Xiaozhao, Xue Ning, Ping’an, or Niannian, he wouldn’t stop.
Still, he softly said, "Relax, it will pass soon."
Swish...
Swish swish...
What pain is comparable to heart-wrenching?
Perhaps Zhao Chunxin knew the best at this mont.
The Ancestral Talisman, shaped like a curved blade, was being slowly extracted from her heart, suddenly breaking through her left chest, then drilled out, directly entering Li Yuan’s palm, and mysteriously proceeded towards the heart...
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