Wu Chang Jie

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Chapter 71
Zong Zi Xiao was not exaggerating; after the Wuji Palace imposed a curfew, it was difficult to enter or leave without the permission of Emperor Zong. Zong Zi Heng was now under house arrest and unaware of the outside world, and one day seems like a year.

One late night, Zong Zi Heng was tossing and turning in bed when he suddenly heard a faint movement inside the house. He alertly lifted the covers and grabbed his sword from the bed with one hand. When he followed the sound and looked, he saw a small figure on the ground covered with the silvery-white moonlight.

It was very small, less than the size of a palm.

"... Brother Xu?" Zong Zi Heng lowered his voice and asked uncertainly.

The tiny person abruptly changed back into a normal person, it was none other than Xu Zhi Nan.

Xu Zhi Nan put Gong Shu Ju into his qiankun bag, made a "shhh" gesture, closed the window tightly, and used his spiritual energy to check the surroundings to make sure no one was around before returning to Zong Zi Heng's bedside.

Zong Zi Heng said excitedly, "Is this how you got in?"

"I can't get in at all without this." Xu Zhi Nan said, "Don't know what the emperor is afraid of, the whole Wuji Palace is now enclosed so tightly. You're grounded, right?"

"They say it's to let me recuperate from my injuries, but in fact, I am indeed not allowed to go out."

"How are your injuries?"

"It's fine."

"I heard that Li Bu Yu gave you the True Element Jade Practitioner Pill."

"Mn."

"He can only get one of these immortal pills a year." Xu Zhi Nan was more or less puzzled. He had never heard Zong Zi Heng say that he had any friendship with the Wuliang Sect, but everyone knew that the Wuliang Sect was the Empress's family.

"I've saved him before, it was really nothing much, but he's always wanted to return the favor." Zong Zi Heng looked at Xu Zhi Nan, "How is it outside? Is it very chaotic?"

"Chaotic, very chaotic." Xu Zhi Nan said gruffly, "The entire immortal cultivation world is in a state of anxiety."

"Yan Shu, Lu Zhao Feng, no news at all?"

"A patriarch level cultivator who can paint his face as someone else and holding onto the Chasing Mountain Whip, a magical weapon of this type of level, unless he comes out on his own, who can find him?"

Zong Zi Heng wrinkled his brows deeply.

"You didn't tell anyone about what happened in the underground palace, did you?"

Zong Zi Heng said bitterly, "All the people I have seen since I woke up are people I want to hide from."

"Meng Sheng and I didn't reveal half a word either. The matter is far more involved than we thought." Xu Zhi Nan stared straight into Zong Zi Heng's eyes, "Have you prepared for this?"

Zong Zi Heng secretly tightened his grip on the corner of his quilt. He understood the deeper meaning of these words, but was afraid that in his entire life, he would not be able to prepare himself for his own father's desire to harm him.

There was a look of pity between Xu Zhi Nan's eyebrows, "It has been nearly three hundred years since the Daming Zong clan unified the immortal cultivation world. For three hundred years, there has been no war in Jiuzhou, but beneath this calm there is a dark tide, and perhaps a huge wave will rise to the skies soon."

"What is exactly going on outside?"

"Hua Jun Cheng killed all seventeen disciples of the Wuyun Sect who followed Yan Shu to the Jiaolong assembly."