The Three Realms Thief Chapter 49

Looking at the milk tea in his hand, the uncle suddenly recalled an earlier event.

Yes.

The incident in Border Town ten years ago was shrouded in complete mystery.

Everyone who returned alive described the demon attack on the city.

However.

Apart from these survivors, there was no other way to learn the truth.

The first thing the Zhou Tian Instrument did after its successful forging was to investigate the Border City Battle ten years ago.

He had carefully watched the entire examination.

It was just a few lucky children.

This could not escape his eyes.

Combined with the fact that the boy immediately asked about the arrangements for the common people, it was an unprecedented inquiry in history.

Demons besieging the city.

Which cultivator had ever considered the common people?

When the incident first occurred.

Lu Qing Xuan was only in his twenties at the time. Upon hearing the news, he immediately tightened his military authority and arranged for all cultivators to go to the rescue.

The eldest, Lu Chenzhou, and the youngest, Lu Yiyi, who were trapped in the city, built strong fortifications with the subway station as the core to resist the demons.

It was mainly because Lu Chenzhou was decisive in his actions.

Lu Yiyi had been acting childishly, unwilling to join them.

But—

But thinking about it now, there was actually a sentence that he hadn’t cared about originally.

“An eight-year-old child, rather than returning to reunite with his family, would rather run alone in a dark underground tunnel, seeking help from outsiders. I believe he must need help.”

Those were the boy’s words.

Yiyi—

Was she really just acting childishly at the time?

The uncle raised his milk tea and took a sip.

The milk tea was too sweet.

Too sweet could numb the taste buds.

But it didn’t matter.

—He had never truly cared.

But ten years had passed.

That city-destroying catastrophe could still stir people’s hearts now.

Was it unstable hearts?

Or was there really something wrong with what happened ten years ago?

A thought arose.

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And never stopped.

…At the time of the city’s destruction, who had ever considered ordinary people?

Were ordinary people worth cultivating practitioners’ consideration?

These were unspoken words, but they truly existed in the hearts of many cultivators.

So…

That’s why she left me, only leaving her daughter, and never coming back again?

Or rather.

There’s another problem here.

The uncle slowly put down his milk tea, plucked a flower to admire in his hand, and smiled:

“How many people are secretly guarding the Princess this time?”

The person who had knelt earlier respectfully said:

“Reporting to Your Majesty, the guards are divided into three shifts, a total of thirty-six people.”

“Add another hundred sword-wielding guards. Without Yiyi’s permission, no internal or external officials or aristocratic children are allowed to approach her. Those who do will be executed,” the uncle said with a smile.

“Yes.”

“You said there are also Monster Beasts lurking nearby?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The smile on the uncle’s face grew wider, and his tone became gentler:

“Transmit my imperial decree.”

“All underground organizations or Monster Beasts in the Jiangnan territory shall be slaughtered.”

“Additionally, within the border areas of Jiangnan’s surrounding provinces and regions, slaughter for three hundred li, and bury anyone suspicious.”

“Go and prepare.”

“Your Majesty, this may cause an uproar among various sects and universities,” the figure said.

The uncle smiled and said:

“Those who dare to speak maliciously and stir up trouble shall die; those who incite others shall have their families eradicated for three generations; those who cause chaos shall have their entire clan annihilated and their heads displayed on the city gates for ten days.”

“As ordered!”

The figure bowed and instantly vanished.

Only the uncle remained.

He slowly walked to the edge of the back garden.

There was a small, not-too-rushing river here.

He sat down on the grass by the river, pulled out a fishing rod, and began to fish.

A moment later.

A cultivator in black with a gourd on his back descended from the sky and stood on a large rock on the opposite side of the river.

“Your Majesty is in high spirits.”

The black-clad cultivator surveyed the uncle, and gradually a smile appeared on his face.

The Emperor was in a good mood today.

It was a good time to discuss matters.

“I wasn’t in good spirits originally, but now I’m indeed a little interested,” the uncle said with a smile.

“They said that it was too much for high school students to take the Border City Battle exam, and asked me to inquire if this matter could be dropped,” the black-clad cultivator said.

“Dropped?”

The uncle lightly lifted his rod.

A large white fish was caught and flopped desperately on the grass.

“You see, I only need to smile, and this good catch takes the bait. How can I drop it?”

The uncle said, brimming with interest and smiling.

“Your Majesty… are you still planning to continue?” the black-clad cultivator asked with a fawning smile.

“Daoist Friend Zhao, let me ask you, are you really here to persuade me?” the uncle asked with a smile.

The black-clad cultivator’s heart skipped a beat.

This wasn’t right!

Although the Emperor had been smiling today, the atmosphere was completely off!

His subsequent response must not have any errors, otherwise, his spiritual path would be cut short and death would be imminent!

The black-clad cultivator respectfully bowed his head and said:

“No, Your Majesty, what you wish to do naturally has Your Majesty’s reasons. I also feel that there were many strange circumstances about what happened back then.”

“Hmph, you old fox who trims your sails with the wind.”

“Truly, these are my heartfelt words, Your Majesty… By the way, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first.”

“Don’t be in a hurry, there’s one more thing.”

“Your Majesty, please speak.”

“Which sects sent you to ask? They speak ill of state affairs, yet dare not come and speak to me in person—go and invite them, tell them I wish to see them.”

“They… have been in seclusion for too long… I’m afraid they won’t come out…” The black-clad cultivator was sweating profusely.

“Are they still worried about what happened ten years ago, even after being in seclusion for so long? Ten years ago—her daughter almost died, and a city was destroyed—why are they concerned about this?” The smile on the uncle’s face deepened.

The black-clad cultivator was silent as a cicada in winter.

These words were a knife that killed without seeing blood.

Whoever received them would die.

The uncle continued:

“—If they don’t come, that’s fine too. Just arrange their ancestral graves in their reclusive places for me to admire their noble character.”

The black-clad cultivator remained silent.

“Is there a difficulty?” The uncle smiled as he looked at him.

—Since he appeared, this was the first time the uncle had looked at him.

“No, I obey the imperial decree!”

The black-clad cultivator cupped his hands and lowered his eyes, performing a meticulous bow.

On the other side.

The hospital.

In the ward.

Xu Mom, Zhao Shulan, was chatting with the girl in the patient’s gown:

“Your name is Lu Yiyi? Such a pretty girl with a lovely name.”

“Is that so?” The girl smiled, revealing two dimples. “Auntie Zhao, you can just call me Yiyi.”

…

Faint small characters continuously appeared:

“Your performance tonight carried no decisive significance.”

“Nevertheless.”

“In the torrent of history, you are like a small pebble dropped into a calm lake, about to stir up an imperceptible ripple, and what this ripple will ultimately become is unknown.”

“Congratulations.”

“The Nightmare-level match, Road to Survival and the Resurrection Match that Must Be Played When Stuck by a Sword During Transmigration and Unable to Survive (Second Half), will be delayed by at least one week.”

“Please cherish your time.”

All the small characters vanished.

Xu Yuan sat on a long bench by the roadside, still in a daze for a while.

In the sky.

Streaks of light came and went freely.

Those were flying skiffs piloted by high-level cultivators.

And on the ground, the concrete roads built by human society, and various steel vehicles flowed endlessly.

—Like two worlds that did not interfere with each other yet were interconnected.

Xu Yuan picked up his milk tea and took a sip.

What did he do?

It seemed—

He only participated in an audition for “Heart of the Witch.”

Feedback from the “Little Boy.”

He could feel that the other party seemed to be quite benevolent.

Because of this, the time was successfully extended by a week?

From this perspective.

This kid’s identity was not simple.

Perhaps the reason they didn’t meet him was that they thought he was just a high school student and not worth meeting.

Then so be it.

In short.

He had to start dealing with his own affairs.

At least for a week, he wouldn’t have to worry about being nailed to a bridge by a flying sword.

He had to speed up and improve his strength!

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan took out his phone and aimed the camera at himself.

His head was glowing.

—There were two super popular types of milk tea now.

One was Wonderful Face Fruit milk tea, which could make one’s face clear, attitude amiable, and keep smiling;

The other was the Spiritlight Grass milk tea he was drinking, the effect of which was glowing hair.

Fine.

Let it glow.

As long as it’s not green light.

Xu Yuan stood up and walked along the street towards the commercial center.

Ding!

His phone suddenly rang.

He opened the screen and saw it was a message from the police bureau:

“Hello.”

“Regarding the damage to your door during official duties yesterday, compensation has been completed. Please check your bank card.”

Last night, the police broke in, even damaging the array disk on the door!

He didn’t expect the money to be transferred today.

That’s efficient.

Xu Yuan stood still, opened his banking app, and entered his password to check.

“Current deposit: 5,000.”

“Card balance: 14,500.”

A hefty sum!

He still had 1966 in cash.

That was the leftover money from the 2000 yuan the uncle gave him to buy milk tea.

He struck it rich!

Let’s go, buy new shoes, and the array disk on the door needs to be replaced too.

Xu Yuan was a man of action, he didn’t waste time.

After a shopping spree, he returned home at around nine in the evening.

First thing was first.

He immediately installed the latest model of space alert and isolation array disk on the door!

Now he didn’t have to worry about being spied on!

Then he put his new sneakers on the shoe rack.

Two large bags of fresh meat, vegetables, noodles, fruits, and condiments were placed in the refrigerator and kitchen respectively.

This would last him for a while.

At nine forty p.m.

Everything was packed away.

Xu Yuan boiled water and made himself a cup of spiritual tea.

—The tea leaves were his father’s, and not much was left.

One sip, and he felt energized.

He took out his phone and dialed his father’s number.

“Beep… beep…”

No one answered.

Archaeological work was quite isolating too.

When busy, he couldn’t be reached at all.

Xu Yuan sighed, took out his books and exercise books, and began to review his lessons.

Twelve o’clock.

He turned off his desk lamp, packed his schoolbag, and went to take a bath.

Twelve thirty.

Everything was ready.

Xu Yuan rubbed his eyes, raised his hands, and quickly formed a spell gesture.

—Spirit Communication Technique.

He still hadn’t fully understood the secrets of this technique.

And there was a mummy inside it.

He had to go and see it again!