High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 211 - 133: Summoned by the Prince (Double - )
"Plop."
In full view of everyone, Uncle Wang Yang’s head fell to the ground.
From the cavity of his neck, arterial blood gushed forth, shooting up to the hollow wooden decorations on the first-floor ceiling of Xuni Pavilion, like a massive fountain, splattering countless blood droplets in all directions.
Many of these droplets even splashed onto the faces of the Xuni Pavilion servants and Uncle Wang Yang’s subordinates.
Everyone was stunned.
One of the subordinates standing closest, drenched in blood head to toe, screamed in terror and retreated hastily: "Lord Wang... who, who are you?! How dare you kill the Chief Constable, he’s... he’s a disciple of the Divine Farmer Bureau!"
But the blind man across from him seemed utterly indifferent, continuing to walk forward — in fact, deaf and blind, he couldn’t hear at all.
The officials around immediately retreated, with a few still barely calm enough to instantly take out a Jade Slip and crush it.
This was a simple messaging tool of the Divine Farmer Bureau — by merely crushing it, a simple message could be immediately transmitted, notifying others of significant matters.
And now that Uncle Wang Yang, the Chief Constable, was dead, it was undoubtedly a matter of utmost importance, surely necessitating the immediate summoning of nearby Divine Farmer Bureau experts.
But quickly, they stopped their actions, realizing it was futile.
Because as the blind man took a few steps forward, he finally pulled out a golden Token from his bosom.
There was only one word on it, "Wen" —
The royal surname of the Yang Kingdom!
This Token signified that the bearer belonged to the Royal Family’s forces.
In the entire Yang Kingdom, only two people possessed this Token.
One was the general Li You, who, after achieving great merit two years ago, was granted the royal surname and now went by the name Wen Ziyu.
The other was the current Holy Emperor’s brother, King Jingnan, Wen Chi.
And since Wen Ziyu was still in the south at this time, while Prince Jingnan’s Mansion was in Zangfeng State, the person in front must be a subordinate of King Jingnan.
"Whoosh..."
Upon seeing this Token, the people around immediately knelt down in large numbers.
The disciples of the Divine Farmer Bureau, although not required to fully kneel, did kneel on one knee to show respect for royal authority.
After all, their status was quite special — both sect disciples and officials on the royal payroll, they were not among those outside the system, so to speak.
As for who this blind man was and why he killed Uncle Wang Yang, no one cared anymore. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Ten thousand Uncle Wang Yangs were just disciples of the Divine Farmer Bureau.
The Divine Farmer Bureau and the Yang Court were almost symbiotic, even more reliant on royal authority.
Unlike entities like the Three Tribulations Sect that at least cooperated with the Zhou Kingdom, the Divine Farmer Bureau couldn’t shed the influence of their origin and were subservient to royal power.
Of course, another crucial reason was that the female Saint of the Yang Kingdom was not only in her prime but also deeply valued the Royal Family, even personally bestowing cultivation techniques.
The Royal Family Members of the Yang Kingdom were mostly cultivators, and because they lacked no resources, their cultivation levels were not low.
This blind man was actually one of the death warriors sent by Wen Chi, named Han Mountain.
Despite being deaf and blind, Han Mountain, a Grandmaster in cultivation, didn’t need these senses to precisely judge the situation around him.
This was the power of Divine Sense.
However, using it was quite energy-consuming, which was one of the costs he had to bear as a death warrior.
Han Mountain sensed that no one was blocking him anymore, so he spoke:
"Please bring out Miss Liu Qingcheng, the Prince has matters to attend to!"
His voice was somewhat peculiar in tone, a natural result of his sensory dissonance. Yet, he managed to control his throat muscles to mimic speech, ensuring that ordinary people could clearly understand him.
He seemed unconcerned that Yu Xiangsi had just been revealed as a demon by the Bright Mirror Stone, dutifully carrying out his duties and mission as a death warrior, earnestly requesting them to bring out Liu Qingcheng.
Yu Xiangsi’s face turned very grim.
A living, breathing Chief Constable of Zangfeng State had just died in Xuni Pavilion, and her identity had been exposed.
Under normal circumstances, there was only one thing she should be doing right now.
And that was to escape!
But now, that was not an option.
She clearly sensed that standing before her was a Grandmaster-level expert, and any abnormal movement on her part would result in the same fate as Uncle Wang Yang’s...
Soon, Yu Xiangsi managed to force a smile:
"Qingcheng is resting upstairs. I’ll go get her down. But I’m curious, what’s the urgent matter that the Prince is making such a big to-do?"
Han Mountain replied earnestly: "The Prince has previously gifted Miss Liu Qingcheng with an item and now wishes for her to return it."
How could a Prince’s gift be like water spilled, with any reason to take it back?
At Han Mountain’s words, the people initially terrified and hiding in corners couldn’t help but freeze in shock, silently critiquing in their hearts.
Yu Xiangsi was also taken aback and asked: "May I ask, what is the gift? I’ll go upstairs and have her bring it down directly."
Han Mountain said: "The Glazed Shadow Lamp."
Yu Xiangsi forced a smile: "I recall there is such an item. I’ll go get her to bring it down, but perhaps you could sit for a bit first, my lord?"
Han Mountain nodded slightly, surprisingly finding a chair nearby and sitting down.
Yet, the sword in his hand was still unsheathed, seemingly carrying a faint trace of red hue, making him appear formidable and intimidating.
The entire first-floor lobby was silent, as quiet as death.
Yu Xiangsi took a deep breath, turned and went upstairs, her expression immediately growing heavy, and her steps deliberately slowed a bit.
