sbdcsierra Chapter 111 Pulling the skin of a tiger
Chapter 111 Pulling the skin of a tiger
Upon hearing this, Kongming's expression remained unchanged; he merely nodded slightly to show respect, but inwardly he pondered the matter.
Seeing that Kongming didn't say much, Steward Xu patted Kongming's shoulder heavily and said, "If you have real talent and learning, you should serve Miss well; if you have ulterior motives, don't blame me for being ruthless."
As he spoke, he tossed the jade pendant bearing the character '天' (Heaven) that represented his identity to Kongming.
"Prime Minister, do you intend to establish a connection with the Lord of Kousheng City by tuning Liu Mengli's zither?" Zhao Yun couldn't help but ask after returning to his room.
"Zilong is overthinking it. How could these high and mighty people care about nobodies like us!" Kongming gently shook his feather fan, a profound look flashing in his eyes.
"Then why does the Prime Minister do this?" Zhao Yun asked, puzzled.
After pondering for a moment, Kongming handed the Heavenly Jade Token to Zhao Yun.
"Zilong, take this and invite the cultivators from the four kingdoms stationed in Kousheng City!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun instantly understood Kongming's meaning: each of the three major sects of the four kingdoms had sent an elder to be stationed in Kousheng City for an extended period.
Kongming's move was simply to take advantage of the situation and intimidate the cultivators from the four kingdoms.
Zhao Yun accepted the jade pendant of the highest rank, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He knew that this was not just a simple jade pendant; it was a symbol of status and a double endorsement from the Liu family and the Sima family of Shengzhou.
Zhao Yun vanished from his spot in a flash, speeding towards the encampment of the cultivators from the four kingdoms in Kousheng City.
With the privilege of the Heavenly Jade Token, he could move freely among the major forces in the Holy City, and he was also very familiar with the locations of the cultivators from the four kingdoms.
"So you are that Tang Dynasty martial artist who attained enlightenment through martial arts?"
When Zhao Yun arrived at the encampment of the three major sects of the Great Yuan Dynasty, several cultivators stared at him with unfriendly expressions.
However, they had only heard a little about Zhao Yun's combat prowess and did not believe that an ordinary person could be that strong.
But if they knew that the person in front of them could fight Li Xin, I wonder what their expressions would be.
Zhao Yun coldly swept his gaze over everyone present, noticing the two cultivators who had been following them earlier that day. He then said indifferently, "Summon your elders to come out!"
Upon hearing this, the group of cultivators all wore mocking expressions, as if they were looking at a fool.
"We didn't come looking for you, yet you came to our door on your own? A mere mortal martial artist dares to be so arrogant, wanting to see our elders. Who do you think you are?"
A cultivator with considerable skill stepped forward, his tone full of disdain.
Zhao Yun's expression remained calm, but with a dragon's roar, he swept his spear out horizontally.
A visible ripple of true energy spread rapidly from the tip of the spear, causing the cultivators to retreat repeatedly.
Zhao Yun did not kill him, but only used his power to intimidate him.
Those cultivators who had initially looked down on him suddenly changed their expressions.
"court death!"
A powerful cultivator, unable to bear being suppressed by a mere mortal, jumped out, but before he could even get close, he was knocked to the ground by Zhao Yun's spear.
A deathly silence fell over the surroundings, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Yun, watching in disbelief as he, with a mortal body, could unleash such astonishing strength.
"Who dares to act so presumptuously on the territory of my Great Yuan Dynasty!"
Just then, a loud shout came from deep within the camp, followed by a powerful surge of spiritual energy that swept towards Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun didn't move, but suddenly swung his spear, dispersing the surging spiritual energy fluctuations with a single strike.
He looked up at the source of the spiritual energy fluctuations and saw an old man in a magnificent Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, walking out angrily. He was surrounded by rich spiritual energy and was clearly an elder with profound cultivation from one of the three major sects of the Yuan Kingdom.
"My name is Zhao Yun. I have come on behalf of my master to invite your esteemed elders for a chat."
Zhao Yun remained composed and dignified, his voice clear and powerful, his spear still firmly in his hand, radiating a faint aura of authority.
Upon hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly surprised by Zhao Yun's attitude and strength.
He looked Zhao Yun up and down, and finally his gaze fell on the Heaven-grade jade tablet in Zhao Yun's hand, and his expression changed slightly.
"A jade tablet of the highest rank? Who exactly are you to possess such a thing?"
"To go or not to go?"
Zhao Yun did not answer him, but asked in a cold voice.
He didn't care whether the other party was an elder or not. If they really started fighting, he was confident that he could kill the other party within fifty moves.
The old man's eyes flickered, and a hint of solemnity appeared between his brows.
At this moment, the elders of the other two sects of the Great Yuan also rushed over upon hearing the commotion.
They all secretly speculated about Kongming's true identity, and some even suspected that Kongming might really come from the Sima family.
It seems that the previous reports from China that Zhuge Liang was impersonating the Holy Envoy were incorrect.
Thinking of this, the elder from the Yuan Kingdom broke out in a cold sweat, cupped his hands to Zhao Yun, and said, "I am willing to go with you!"
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Before long, Zhao Yun returned to the inn with four elders from different countries.
Kongming was already waiting in the guest room. He was dressed in plain clothes and sat in the main seat, exuding the majesty of a superior in every gesture.
Upon meeting the elders of the four nations, he slowly rose, his sharp gaze sweeping over each of them.
"Do the four elders know why I summoned you here?"
All four had doubts and couldn't figure out Kongming's true identity for a while.
"We do not know you, nor have we ever seen you before. We would like to hear more about it!"
The elder from the Ming Dynasty stepped forward first. Seeing that Kongming was extraordinary and could stay in a top-tier room, he spoke respectfully.
"Oh? I've noticed that one of you has been following me these past two days. What's the reason for that?" Kongming asked calmly, fanning himself with his feather fan.
Upon hearing this, the elder from the Great Yuan Dynasty immediately looked displeased. He glanced at Kongming, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"
"How dare you inquire about my name so casually?" Kongming held his feather fan behind his back, staring directly at the elder of the Great Yuan Dynasty, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.
"It was our rudeness. Sir, you look too much like an old friend of mine, so..." The elder from the Great Yuan Dynasty was intimidated by Kongming's imposing presence and stammered as he spoke.
"An old friend? I guess it was Li Xin who sent you to secretly investigate me, right?" Kongming smiled slightly, looking completely confident.
Upon hearing this, the elder from the Great Yuan Dynasty looked rather displeased, but unsure of who Kongming was, he could only bow and say, "That happened a long time ago. Senior Brother Li Xin hasn't called me again recently..."
“You Yuan cultivators are quite bold. Two years ago, I casually cured the cold poison in your country’s crown prince’s body. I originally intended for you to keep this secret, but I did not expect that you would dare to secretly inquire about me.”
Kongming's words carried a hint of coldness, yet remained composed, instantly making the atmosphere in the room heavy.
He gently waved the feather fan in his hand, as if each wisp of wind carried an indescribable power, causing the four people present to involuntarily feel a sense of pressure...