Chapter 68

At night, the room was brightly lit by candlelight.

Zhao Yun held the treasure map in one hand and a lamp in the other, searching the map again. Unlike previous times, this time he held the map the right way up.

Thinking about it now, he couldn't help but cough dryly.

No wonder he couldn't find it before; the map was upside down. It's no wonder he couldn't find anything.

"Wulong Abyss."

At some point, his eyes lit up. Look! The map was held the right way, and he really found it. It wasn't far from the Forgotten Ancient City, about five hundred miles away.

"It took me a while to find it."

Zhao Yun smiled, identified the location, and then tucked the treasure map away.

He had made up his mind; he would go tomorrow.

Before he went, he would need to bring a large burlap bag, yes, to carry the silver.

Crack!

Just as he was looking, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the roof.

Clearly, someone was up there.

Zhao Yun subtly picked up the wine flask and glanced at the small spirit pearl in his arms, which emitted a green light, indicating it was a True Spirit Realm.

Soon, a tile was lifted.

Then, a wisp of green smoke entered, emitting a captivating fragrance. It was a poisonous mist, a very potent one, causing dizziness upon inhalation.

"This is an attempt to kill!"

Zhao Yun thought to himself, nonchalantly took a sip of wine, and let the beast fire within him flow into his major meridians, burning and neutralizing the poisonous mist he had inhaled.

Despite this, the poisonous mist continued to blow in.

Looking at the person on the roof, they were dressed in night clothes and had a mask on.

Judging by the slender figure, it was a woman.

To be precise, it was the female assassin Youlan. She had waited for days without seeing Zhao Yun leave, so she came to assassinate him. A severed meridian and a disabled body, the poisonous mist was enough.

Zhao Yun pretended to stagger, holding his forehead.

At that moment, he suddenly turned around and struck the roof with a palm.

"Warrior cultivator?"

Youlan, caught off guard, hurriedly fled.

Boom!

The roof was torn open, and bricks and tiles flew everywhere.

Swoosh!

Zhao Yun, like a ghost, passed through the large hole in the roof and leaped onto the roof.

"The information was wrong."

Youlan thought to herself. Just before Zhao Yun leaped onto the roof, she turned and left. As an assassin, the goal was to kill in one strike. If the assassination failed, she needed to escape immediately, as they were not good at direct confrontation.

"Where are you going?"

Zhao Yun coldly snorted, stepped on the Wind God Steps, and pursued her relentlessly.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

The two moved quickly, like two black shadows, leaping from roof to roof.

"What a crazy night!"

Many people were awakened from their dreams, and angry voices rose.

"Such a familiar back."

Zhao Yun murmured, confirming that the assassin was a woman and that she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't recall where.

"Such fast movement."

In front, Youlan didn't even look back, her mind not at ease. Not only was the information wrong, but it was also far off. Zhao Yun was not only not a waste, but also a warrior cultivator with exceptional movement skills, leaving her unprepared.

The sound of a sword ringing was sharp, and three sword auras shot from behind.

She didn't look back, leaped off the roof, and entered a dark alley.

"Where did she go?"

When Zhao Yun caught up, Youlan was already gone. He stood on the roof, frowning. Sending a True Spirit Realm assassin to kill him clearly indicated that they didn't know he could cultivate. Most importantly, he found that back view very familiar.

This feeling was mutual for Youlan.

Fortunately, she didn't catch up; if she had recognized him, it would have been very awkward.

"Master."

Lu Mang and the others also came, having been awakened by the commotion. However, they couldn't catch up to Zhao Yun, and it took them a while to finally catch up.

The most composed was the old man in the hemp robe.

He slept the soundest, knowing there was an assassin but didn't bother to get involved.

"It's fine, go back to sleep."

Zhao Yun smiled, waved his hand lightly, and turned around first.

Everyone followed.

Back in the room, it was a mess. The wall had a large hole kicked by the old man in the hemp robe, and the roof had a large hole blown out. Standing in the room, you could see the stars.

It was a quiet night.

Zhao Yun prepared his luggage, with all kinds of explosive talismans and medicinal pills, ready to retrieve the treasures from the treasure site.

In the morning, the warm sunlight shone.

Zhao Yun got up early and left the room with his backpack.

Facing him was Bai Rimei.

This little money lover got up even earlier than him. Seeing him, her big eyes twinkled, and her expression clearly said: "Let's fight."

"I have something to do, another day."

Zhao Yun casually said, and walked out, eager to find the treasure!

"Win me in a match, and I'll teach you a secret technique!"

"Come on." Zhao Yun, who had already reached the door, turned back.

His sudden change in attitude caught the little money lover off guard.

The sound of a sword rang out, and another sword duel began. The sword auras shot out, leaving marks on the old trees in the garden and the surrounding walls.

"This sword technique is much more refined than before."

Zhao Yun muttered. A girl from a great family, indeed, was not to be underestimated. She had also grasped the sword technique and was not bound by sword moves, adapting to the situation.

"Such a diligent little one."

The old man in the hemp robe came out, stretching and yawning, and leaned against the railing. He had never doubted Bai Rimei's talent. These two days, though mostly spent counting money, he had not neglected his martial cultivation.

"Two freaks."

The little fat boy whistled, holding his old waist, limping. In terms of recovery, he was far behind Zhao Yun. Even after two days, he was still injured.

"Little fatty." The old man in the hemp robe beckoned.

Niu Hong looked around, confirmed he was being called, and ran over.

Then, he was bled.

This old man was also very diligent. Instead of thinking about breakfast, he immediately started to study Niu Hong's blood.

"I should have asked Zhao Yun for an explosive talisman."

Niu Hong wiped his nose, speaking with deep meaning. If he had an explosive talisman, he would have thrown it at the old man's face, blowing him up.

"Bloodline, truly mysterious."

The old man in the hemp robe ignored him, holding the drop of blood in his palm, examining it closely.

He still didn't know its origin.

Indeed, the world was vast, and there were many special bloodlines, not all of which he had seen. If Niu Hong's bloodline awakened, perhaps he could discern some clues.

Clang! Bang! Clank!

While the two were chatting, the duel below continued, fiercely.

In a match of the same level, the little money lover lost again.

It wasn't that her talent was lacking, but that there were others who were even more exceptional, like Zhao Yun.

Clang! Clang!

Although the duel ended, the little money lover left, but Zhao Yun didn't stop. He held the Purple Dawn, closed his eyes, and moved his sword in the air, the sound of the sword ringing sharply.

"Truly impressive, another enlightenment?"

The old man in the hemp robe folded his hands, watching with amazement and whistling.

"Such a profound sword technique."

The others also gathered, their eyes shining, watching Zhao Yun practice his sword.

The old man in the hemp robe was right; Zhao Yun had another enlightenment.

To the point that even after the duel ended, he continued to practice in the air for more than three hours. His sword moves were sometimes chaotic, sometimes simple, but each move was versatile. Most importantly, it was the meaning behind the moves, the sword intent he was comprehending.

He finally stopped, and when he opened his eyes, they were much deeper, with a glint of sword light.

In addition, fresh blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Practicing in the air, he wasn't without an opponent; he was fighting himself, being injured by the sword intent. His method of comprehending the sword was indeed unique.

"Transformation technique, I'll teach you."

The little money lover pouted and waved her hand, and an ancient scroll flew over.

Zhao Yun smiled and caught it with his hand.

Then, he demonstrated his supernatural ability to everyone. With one step, he transformed into a burly man; with two steps, he transformed into an old man; with the third step, he transformed into a graceful woman.

"This guy, is he cheating?"

The little fat boy whistled. In just a short time, he had learned so well?

"Too freakish."

Lu Mang and the others also whistled, even the little money lover.

"Talent, it's a good thing."

The old man in the hemp robe stroked his beard, speaking with deep meaning, his expression both surprised and awkward. When he was Zhao Yun's age, it took him several days to learn the transformation technique. This guy, on the other hand, changed form with each step, like a magic trick.

"Great secret technique."

Zhao Yun chuckled. A secret technique from a great family was indeed extraordinary. With this secret technique, he didn't need a mask; he could just transform.

"Master, the young lady has arrived."

Just as he was speaking, Yang Da ran in.

This was unexpected.

Zhao Yun looked and saw Liu Ruxin had already entered, along with the little maid Yu'er, who was very considerate, supporting her all the way to prevent her from falling.

"Another one."

The old man in the hemp robe was surprised, his expression somewhat strange. This small Forgotten Ancient City had so many special bloodlines: the little money lover, the little fat boy, Liu Ruyue, and now the blind Liu Ruxin, though her bloodline had not yet awakened, and it was unclear what it was.

"Why did you come?"

Zhao Yun walked forward and took Liu Ruxin's hand. She was his wife, and he hadn't seen her for days. The pale and thin little girl in his memory had changed greatly, now gentle and quiet, and small and delicate, fitting perfectly in a simple dress, like a lotus in a pond.

" Came... to see you."

Liu Ruxin spoke softly, lowering her head and eyes, speaking cautiously. The only light in her darkness was her husband, and she always felt inferior and unworthy of the young master of the Zhao family.

"You have something to do, go and be busy."

Niu Hong ran over, pushed Zhao Yun, and the meaning was clear: be busy, I'll take care of your sister-in-law, and I'll make sure she's well-fed.

Zhao Yun's kick was still very powerful.

Since his wife had come, she would stay, and the treasure hunt would be postponed.

A small pavilion was cleaned up in the backyard.

Liu Ruxin and the little maid Yu'er stayed, and it seemed more peaceful here than at the Zhao family, at least the ears were quiet.

He learned that Zhao Yuan was still in seclusion.

This was expected. Seclusion was for cultivation, and also to avoid the noise. In a small family, there were many intrigues and troubles.

The old man in the hemp robe came.

This old man seemed very idle today. He came, folded his hands, and walked back and forth, mostly watching Liu Ruxin, of course, to study her bloodline. If Zhao Yun wasn't there, he would have taken a drop of her blood.

"Liu Cangkong, you are truly a talent!"

His sigh was only heard by himself. Both his daughters had special bloodlines. Liu Ruyue had the Heavenly Spirit bloodline, and Liu Ruxin's was still unknown.