The First Lackey Under The Empress

The three men on the ground, covered in disarray, were stunned for a moment. Zheng Lao Jiu was the first to speak, quickly describing the situation.

Hearing that Zhao Du'an was suspected of being dragged into a dream by a demonic Taoist, Ma Yan's heart sank!

This is terrible!

A slight sweat broke out on his forehead, this was the situation he was most worried about.

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Although the Martial God path can, to some extent, resist demonic Taoists through visualization, who can say for sure how? After all, the demonic Taoist's return to the capital this time was clearly prepared.

"You immediately return to guard his body, this official will go find the demonic Taoist!" Ma Yan ordered without hesitation.

Then, without waiting for the three to reply, he turned to look at Wu Ling, whom he was holding in his big hand, his eyes grim:

"Speak! Where is the person!?"

The beautiful Wu Ling was slapped senseless. He was being choked, his face flushed red, and he was having difficulty breathing. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at the eunuch in front of him.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

"Not going to talk?" Ma Yan glared, another stubborn rebel!

Immediately, he saw Wu Ling silently raise his hand and point to a certain building.

"…" Ma Yan leaped up, raising his guard to the highest level. He arrived outside the door, erected a protective qi barrier around his body, and then kicked open the tightly closed door.

He was prepared to fight the enemy, but the room was surprisingly quiet.

On the bed was an old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged, seemingly in a deep sleep.

In front of him was a small table, on which three candles surrounded a palm-sized black statue.

They were arranged in a strange "formation." At this moment, all three candles had been extinguished, the room was dark, and the Rakshasa-like statue silently stared at the person outside the door.

Ma Yan pushed out with his palm, a gust of wind swept through the house, blowing away the candles and tables, collapsing the statue and the Taoist priest.

Wait!

Ma Yan was stunned.

Why did the demonic Taoist fall? Even if he was in a dream, he shouldn't be so unguarded…

He leaped forward and arrived in front of the bed, shockingly seeing the old Taoist priest bleeding from all seven orifices, his two eyeballs bursting open. He was already dead.

He reached out and flicked his neck. The skin was still warm, indicating that he had just died, without any external injuries. It seemed that his brain had exploded.

"Dead?!"

Ma Yan couldn't hide his shock, and then a strong sense of unreality arose. He threw Wu Ling aside and asked, "Is this the demonic Taoist?"

"Cough… cough cough…"

Wu Ling knelt on the ground, coughing frantically, tears and snot running down his face. At this moment, his eyes were also filled with horror, clearly feeling his mind suddenly clear.

His bewitched state had been lifted!

Who killed the National Preceptor?

…

…

In a daze, Zhao Du'an seemed to see large swaths of chaotic and blurred memories quickly dissolving.

Only a very small number of memories could be barely captured by him.

Vaguely, he "saw" 'himself' in a pavilion, with a cliff of ten thousand feet and drifting clouds behind him.

In front of him, in the pavilion, stood a familiar old man, a scholar in appearance, with an extraordinary bearing.

It was Grand Tutor Zhuang Xiaocheng, who had left him in a big pit at the beginning of his transmigration!

"You're going to the capital? What are you going to do?"

Zhuang Xiaocheng stared at 'himself' warily, the robes of the great Confucianist billowing in the mountain wind.

Wait… this is the 'demonic Taoist's' perspective?

Yes, this is a remnant memory screen. I am reading his memory through the first-person perspective… Zhao Du'an's mind raced, understanding the general situation.

He heard "himself" sneer coldly: "This National Preceptor doesn't need to report to you what I'm going to do."

Zhao Du'an's spirit lifted, realizing that this was a conversation between the demonic Taoist and Zhuang Xiaocheng, the leader of the rebels, before he came to the capital.

Zhuang Xiaocheng was expressionless, his expression displeased, and said with a slight sarcasm:

"National Preceptor? The False Emperor has already removed you from the list. You also died in that coup. Do you still think you are the National Preceptor of the Great Yu Dynasty? Now, there is only the dead demonic Taoist, bewitching people."

What bewitching people… so your Taoist name is "Bewitchment"… Zhao Du'an muttered helplessly.

Bewitching True Man said strangely:

"Zhuang Xiaocheng, you better show some respect. When your Helping Society asked this poor Taoist for help, you didn't have this attitude. Also, although you and I can barely be considered in the same camp, and our enemy is the False Emperor, this Taoist isn't a member of your Helping Society, let alone your subordinate."

Zhuang Xiaocheng said indifferently:

"That's for the best. We and your Five Rampant Teachings are not the same kind of people. You better say the same thing to outsiders."

Bewitching True Man sneered:

"Hypocritical! Scholars are really hypocritical! You want to borrow our strength, but you don't want to be associated with the evil path, haha… Fine, this poor Taoist doesn't care about these things. I'm going to kill a few people in the capital, and I need manpower from your Helping Society."

Zhuang Xiaocheng closed his eyes: "What are you willing to pay?"

"Hehe, is killing that Zhao Du'an for you enough? It just so happens that when this Taoist swallows that kid's memory, I can also savor the taste of being intimate with that Xu Zhenguan in my dreams," the old Taoist's eyes revealed greed.

Zhuang Xiaocheng flicked his sleeve and left a piece of paper:

"Get lost."

The scene ended abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, a new scene appeared.

Zhao Du'an saw 'himself' walking on a mountain road. There seemed to be an unmanned temple ahead.

'He' went straight in, stopped behind a Buddha niche, and moved a mechanism. The wall opened a passage with a "creak" sound.

Behind it was a secret room.

'He' walked into it. The most conspicuous thing on the wooden shelves in front of him was a pile of gold, silver, and jade artifacts, as well as books. The ground was piled with objects of various styles, which looked extraordinary.

The open boxes on the ground were filled with bottles containing elixirs, and the walls were hung with armor and weapons that were clearly extraordinary.

This was clearly a treasure vault!

'He' walked to a shelf, raised his hand and picked up a black, palm-sized Rakshasa-like ferocious and ugly statue, and also took three purple candles.

Immediately, he turned around and came to the opposite wooden shelf, raised his hand and took out a jade-like white leaf from a sandalwood box covered with silk.

The veins of the leaf were clear, and it was unknown what kind of species it was. Its texture was like jade, and as soon as it was taken out, it rippled with brilliant light.

"Carrying this to protect the body can resist a slash of the divine soul, so there is no fear of the inheritance of the Martial God lineage." Bewitching True Man murmured, very distressed, and carefully clenched the leaf in his palm.

The next second, the mysterious and precious leaf disappeared and melted into the palm.

With the help of the opposite bronze mirror, Zhao Du'an vaguely saw a phantom white leaf vein appearing between the eyebrows of the demonic Taoist, and then disappearing.

Zhao Du'an suddenly understood:

"The previous scene was a conversation between this demonic Taoist and Zhuang Xiaocheng before he came to the capital, a transaction."

"The latter segment should also be this time period. The demonic Taoist took away the magic weapon and town object in a certain 'treasure vault' and came to the capital with preparations."

"Why can I read these two memories? Is it because the time is relatively recent? Is this what the demonic Taoist remembers most deeply? I don't know…"

Unfortunately, just as he tried to continue searching for memories, the remaining memories of the demonic Taoist all collapsed, dissipated, and turned into pure and majestic 'divine soul power', which was all swallowed and digested by him.

…

"The Lord is awake! The Lord is about to wake up!"

Zhao Du'an heard a joyful cry in his ears. He raised his heavy eyelids, and the light in his vision gradually became clear.

He was still leaning back in the carriage, and in front of him were familiar faces.

Qian Kerou, Yunxi, Qingniao, Shen Juan…

In the carriage, several brocade-clad guards were overjoyed. After they were driven out by Ma Yan, they immediately returned to the carriage and saw Zhao Du'an, who had been sleeping, trembling his eyelashes and waking up.

"What are you…"

Zhao Du'an was dizzy and felt uncomfortable in his eyebrows. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the three subordinates covered in blood and injured, and then he guessed the general situation:

"You fought with someone?"

The three men smiled, looking like their injuries were not serious. They quickly told Zhao Du'an how they attacked the courtyard after he fell asleep, encountered resistance from the rebels, and how Ma Yan rescued them.

"Since the Lord has woken up, it seems that Supervisor Ma has solved the demonic Taoist," Qian Kerou said happily.

No… I blew him up… Zhao Du'an slandered.

He clearly remembered that in the dream, when he poured the huge amount of memory from his previous life, Bewitching True Man had no resistance and was defeated.

In a hurry, the old Taoist seemed to try to summon a leaf to resist, but the huge torrent of memory directly crushed the old Taoist's divine soul and blew it up.

After its explosion, the remaining divine soul power was happily swallowed by Zhao Du'an, which is why his brain is now so uncomfortable.

That's right… that leaf… Zhao Du'an's heart moved, feeling something hard in his palm.

His face suddenly became strange:

"Is it the treasure that the demonic Taoist used to protect himself? Can it be transmitted through dreams? Did he not have time to use it and it fell into my hands?"

As his thoughts turned, Zhao Du'an pretended to have a headache and supported his forehead, hiding the jade leaf in the painting scroll space in his sleeve.

Spoils of war + 1

"Supervisor Ma is back!"

At this time, a figure rushed outside the carriage. Ma Yan walked into the alley wrapped in a cloak, each holding a person in his hands.

One was Wu Ling.

One was Bewitching True Man, whose head's blood vessels had burst open and died thoroughly.

Ma Yan walked over and threw the two people on the ground. A black statue and three extinguished candles rolled out of the corpse's body.

"Ah, it really is that demonic Taoist, exactly the same as in the portrait…"

"Did Supervisor Ma kill the demonic Taoist? Good kill!"

A group of brocade-clad guards offered rainbow farts.

In the carriage, Yunxi and Qingniao, the two female prisoners, had no expression, not knowing what they were thinking.

However, Ma Yan ignored everyone's flattery. He stared at the awakened Zhao Du'an with scorching eyes, a little unbelievable, and asked with some expectation:

"Did you kill him? In the dream?"

Zhao Du'an nodded weakly: "It was me."

Then, seemingly feeling that he should explain, he smiled slightly, pointed to the sky, and said:

"His Majesty once told me that if you encounter a dream, you can visualize the Martial God to break it."

This was the reason he had thought of in advance, anyway, the dead can't testify.

If there is a bug, he can completely push it to the "Dragon Soul" in his body. Anyway, with the Dragon Soul blessing, it is reasonable for me to visualize a Pei Niannu and smash the National Preceptor's head with a scale pole, right?

Ma Yan took a deep breath, his expression extremely complicated.

The surrounding people realized it at the same time, and were stunned. They turned their heads to stare at Zhao Du'an in disbelief, dumbfounded.