Volume 4: The Game of the Gods Chapter 01: Heading South is the Cape
It was the hour of Mao outside the south gate of Yonghui City and the morning light began to appear.
The road leading to the city gate is paved with numerous huge bluestones. It is straight and spacious , nearly five meters wide, with a large number of locust trees and elm trees planted on both sides. The dense green shade is covered with crystal dew in the morning light, and the green light is flashing.
A seemingly ordinary ebony carriage came galloping all the way from the direction of the Prince's Palace. It was still early, and the sound of horse hooves sounded particularly abrupt on the quiet street.
The soldiers guarding the city who were originally yawning could not help but turn their eyes over, wanting to see who was so impatient to leave the city so early in the morning. Since yesterday, the garrison of Yonghui City has been on the highest level of alert. These low-ranking soldiers guarding the city did not know the reason, they only knew that their superiors had instructed that anyone entering or leaving the city must be carefully checked, and no suspicious person must be let in.
The carriage that was eager to leave the city early in the morning was obviously quite suspicious in the eyes of the soldiers guarding the city. Seeing that the carriage was getting closer and closer, but there was no intention of slowing down, everyone looked at each other, and their doubts became even greater. A row of city gate guards in black armor and black helmets rushed to meet it and blocked the carriage's way. Just as they were about to check it carefully, someone shouted in surprise: "Shenglong Order!"
"Shenglong Order"!
With this token, not only can you leave the city, you can even go to the royal city of the Ruoye tribe on the coast of the South China Sea without any obstruction.
When the soldiers who had just stepped forward to stop the crowd saw the "Shenglong Order", they immediately stepped aside respectfully and made way. The driver did not even raise his head, but whipped his horse expressionlessly. The carriage whizzed past everyone, leaving only a trail of dust behind it.
The soldiers guarding the city looked at each other again, confused. They wondered what kind of noble status the people in the car had to have such an unimpeded pass token, and why they were in such a hurry to leave the city.
After leaving the city, the ebony carriage headed south, and that direction was exactly the location of the Ruoye tribe's imperial city on the coast of the South China Sea!
The silk satin couch with intricate and delicate patterns, the rosewood low table, and even the thick carpet spread loosely and widely in the carriage were all luxurious items, but to the two people sitting motionless in the carriage, this place was a gorgeous cage.
One of the prisoners in the carriage had a wrinkled face and a dull expression. He was wearing a linen black robe, with white hair and beard. He looked as if he was in his seventies or eighties. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the far right corner of the carriage with his eyes closed. He looked quite painful, as if he was struggling with an invisible force in his body.
As for the other one, she was wearing a simple and fitting emerald green dress, and her long black hair was simply tied up with a ribbon of the same color. She was sitting cross-legged, and her whole body was like a statue, sitting motionless on the couch in the left corner of the carriage. If it weren't for her golden-brown eyes rolling around, flashing with a little anxiety and helplessness, no one would have guessed that, in fact, she was sealed by a spell in her eight extraordinary meridians and limbs, and could not move at all!
The two people in the carriage were Ying Lili and Wei Xingying. An hour ago, both of them were cursed by that person in their sleep, and then forcibly thrown into this carriage to be sent to the distant Ruoye clan's royal city...
Thinking of the determination that flashed in those emerald green eyes at the moment of their final farewell, Pinglili's heart was filled with reluctance and bitterness.
Although she was unwilling to admit it, she had become a burden to Long Yu after all. As smart as she was, she had already understood the predicament that Yonghui City was facing now from what he said in Jinghu yesterday, and seemed to understand his choice. Long Yu, such a proud man, was able to make the worst-case scenario, so one could imagine how serious the situation was.
Therefore, Pinglili felt even more unwilling. They were close friends who had been through life and death together, but now, she could only live in humiliation under his protection, and she didn't even have the opportunity to fight side by side with him to resist foreign enemies. Pinglili almost guessed what was going to happen in Yonghui City, and what that close friend would face. If she said that it was not a life-and-death battle that shook the world, Pinglili would never believe it!
But how sad is this for Ping Lili?
Ping Lili had never hated her own weakness so much. A strong desire to become stronger and stronger slowly rose in her heart.
Suddenly, a strange fragrance attracted Ying Lili's attention. At this moment, she just noticed that there was a square low table between her and Wei Xingying. On the low table was an exquisite lotus-shaped incense burner. The sandalwood in the incense burner was curling and emitting smoke for a long time. An indescribable fragrance diffused in this narrow space, with a hint of sweetness, but also a bit of charm...
As the wonderful fragrance gradually spread in the air, Ping Lili suddenly felt that her limbs began to become weak and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavier. Her golden brown eyes flashed a strange color, as if she suddenly understood the function of the sandalwood. She subconsciously held her breath, trying to isolate the erosion of the sandalwood, but the sandalwood seemed to penetrate through her exposed skin and seep into her body through the pores. The feeling of weakness became stronger and stronger, and the consciousness in her mind gradually faded and blurred...
Before her consciousness was about to fall into endless darkness, she suddenly heard a stern shout in her ears: "Don't sleep! Bit your tongue!"
Ping Lili's heart trembled, and she hurriedly did as she was told. She bit her tongue hard and broke it in one bite. A bloody taste spread in her throat and pain gradually came from the tip of her tongue. Suddenly, her body felt as if pricked by a needle. She shuddered violently, and her fading consciousness actually returned a little. She subconsciously glanced at Wei Xingying in the corner on the right. At this time, she saw that he still had his eyes closed and looked painful. He didn't look like the person who had just scolded her. However, that voice was clearly his!
What is going on?
While Pinglili was wondering, the voice rang in her ears again: "Don't look, it's me talking to you! My uncle pressed my mute point, so I can't speak."
Ping Lili was stunned for a moment. After confirming that she didn't seem to have tinnitus, her golden brown eyes stayed on Wei Xingying's face for a long time, and then she asked softly in a very small voice: "Were you talking to me just now?"
The other person's eyelids twitched slightly, and it seemed that the only part of his body that could move was his eyelids. Ping Lili thought with some fear that Long Yu had shown mercy to her. If he had turned her into Wei Xingying, she would probably have wanted to die at this moment.
What she didn't know was that Long Yu simply didn't want to create any more trouble. Putting aside the limited cultivation level of Ping Lili, Long Yu, as his uncle, knew very well what Wei Xingying was capable of. If he hadn't taken such a last resort, Wei Xingying would have jumped out of the carriage and rushed back before leaving Yonghui City. According to his temper, he would definitely stay and fight with Long Yu until the last moment. But for Long Yu, putting aside the father-son relationship between him and Wei Xingying, even for the sake of the imperial sister, how could he bear to cut off the last trace of the imperial sister's bloodline?
However, Long Yu had planned a lot, but he still missed one thing. It was actually a coincidence. Wei Xingying had been trapped by the Soul Blood Curse for decades, and his body could not move. Therefore, with the help of the Soul-Separation Guide, he actually put a lot of effort into the cultivation of his spiritual consciousness and spirit. Although Wei Xingying had not reached the level of Yao Ji's spirit being unsheathed at this time, he had made some progress in communicating with others with his spiritual thoughts. It's just that he woke up too hastily, and he didn't have much private communication with Long Yu since he woke up. Therefore, Long Yu had no way of knowing that Wei Xingying had such a skill. Otherwise, according to Long Yu's temper, the amount of the Soul-Bewitching Incense would have to be doubled, and he would have been knocked unconscious after being thrown into the carriage. How could he and Gong Lili have the time to communicate like this?
"If you don't want to be thrown into the South China Sea, do as I say!" At this time, Wei Xingying's voice came again, but what he said made Ying Lili's heart tremble again. She quickly hummed and nodded slightly with the only part of her head she could twist, although she was not sure whether the other party could see it.
The current situation meant that she and Wei Xingying were in the same boat. Presumably, both of them were unwilling to be sent to the South China Sea as protected persons. Their purpose was naturally the same. As long as they could break the seal that Long Yu had placed on them before, everything would be much easier.
As long as his hands and feet can obey him, whether to go to the South China Sea is no longer up to Long Yu.
Wei Xingying was obviously much better at breaking curses than Gong Lili, so with the attitude of humbly learning if she didn't understand, Gong Lili decided to follow his instructions.
When the two people in the carriage were racking their brains to try various methods to break the curse, no one knew that the coachman outside was sitting cross-legged on the shaft of the carriage and taking a nap. It would be better to say that he was resting his eyes. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was in a deep sleep, and the black-maned horses in front of him seemed to have spirits. He didn't need to whip them at all, and they ran happily all the way to the south...
