After taking a short rest, Song Jinyu set off again. Zhongli Mingye reached out and grabbed her. "In your current state, you won't last three days. Even if it's not for your own sake, you should think about any possible things that might happen next."
Song Jinyu looked at those well - defined hands and forcibly suppressed all the emotions in her heart.
"I can't wait any longer."
Just as Zhongli Mingye was about to say more, Cheng Song and Niaoniao came back. A number of people in Jianghu attire followed them all the way, making him cautious.
"Cheng Song, the sect master of Tianying Sect, pays respects to the young lady!"
"Zhong Yuanliu, the sect master of Tianqian Sect, pays respects to the young lady!"
Niaoniao stepped forward and bowed. "Tianyan Sect welcomes the sect master back!" It turned out that Song Jinyu was the sect master of Tianyan Sect, one of the three major sects on Tianmen Mountain.
Zhongli Mingye couldn't help but smile bitterly. His unmarried princess had quite an impressive background.
Not intending to hide it from him, Song Jinyu also wanted to take this opportunity to let Zhongli Mingye see clearly that she was never just the young lady of the Liuzhou Prefect's family.
She was also the next master of Tianmen Mountain.
"Miss, the master has passed away..." Zhong Yuanliu stepped forward with a solemn expression.
Master... had passed away? Her mind went blank instantly. She swayed a few times but managed to stand firm. Zhongli Mingye had already received the news and had hidden it from her for fear that Song Jinyu couldn't bear it.
He looked at the girl's pale face with pity and reached out to hug her. "If you want to cry... just cry."
Unexpectedly, Song Jinyu pushed him away as if nothing had happened. "Then who is in charge now?" "Du Zhouli!"
Heh... She let out a cold laugh. It was really great. Before she went down the mountain, she had given the master the Yin Grass and personally felt his pulse to confirm that he still had a few years of lifespan.
"Great! Someone!"
Cheng Song and the others knelt down and listened to Song Jinyu's order. "Set off tonight. We must reach the foot of the mountain as early as possible tomorrow."
"If anyone dares to stop me, kill... without mercy!" The murderous intent in her voice was as cold as the early spring chill in March.
The girl's slender figure stood with her back to the green mountains, and her tightly pursed lips were bluish - white.
"No matter who it is, kill them all. Don't show any mercy." Song Jinyu looked in the direction of Tianmen Mountain in the east. At this moment, she was fierce and decisive, making Zhongli Mingye see a different Song Jinyu.
Zhong Yuanliu asked in a low voice, "If... Young Master Wen..."
"He is no exception. If Wen Sirong dares to stop me, it means he has already betrayed me."
I hope... Senior Brother, you won't betray me. Song Jinyu thought silently, tightly clutching a sect master's seal in her hand. Somehow, there was an ancient ring on her slender and fair thumb.
Looking closely, there were many small seal characters engraved on the inside.
In the mountains, thousands of people gathered together.
"If there is no place for me on Tianmen Mountain, I will wash the entire Tianmen Mountain in blood to avenge my master and Yan Fei!"
As if to comfort Zhong Yuanliu,
"I'll start a new sect and lead you to rebuild Tianmen Mountain." Suppressing the surging blood in her heart, Song Jinyu's eyes were blood - red as she calmly made up her mind.
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone bowed their heads to the ground. Zhongli Mingye sighed inwardly. Song Jinyu was never a weak woman.
First, she lost her senior brother, and then she received the bad news of her master's death.
But she was able to gather forces within just two days. Sure enough... he had underestimated her. After she finished speaking, everyone bowed repeatedly and obeyed her instructions.
Qing Feng and Xing Jian looked at each other in surprise. She was clearly the daughter of the Liuzhou City prefect. How... did she have such power?
After five years, the three sects gathered again.
Du Zhouli on Tianmen Mountain still hadn't found the master's token. He vaguely felt that things were not that simple. Yan Fei might not be the legendary young master of Tianmen Mountain at all.
Wen Sirong?
It couldn't be. If he was, he wouldn't have cooperated with him.
After Miao Yunshen's funeral, it would be the inauguration ceremony for the new master. But if Du Zhouli couldn't produce that token, how could he subdue the three sects and gain a foothold on Tianmen Mountain?
Although the Elders' Council was now in his hands and the hall masters of the Eighteen Herb Halls also supported him, the mysterious forces of the three sects were not so easy to subdue.
Ouyang Jinse, under Du Zhouli's instruction, could enter and leave Tianmen Mountain as if there were no obstacles. He walked into the courtyard where Song Jinyu lived.
He stroked the delicate swing as if stroking the charming face of his lover. "Song Jinyu..."
You probably won't be able to be the princess of Yu Prince anymore. You can only marry me...
Wen Sirong walked in. "Palace Master Ouyang, please go to the main hall. There are many medicinal herbs in this courtyard, and Junior Sister cherishes them very much." Wen Sirong saw the greed in Ouyang Jinse's eyes. After calmly inviting him out, he ordered people to lock the courtyard gate tightly.
Zhong Yuanliu had already arranged for people from Tianqian Sect to disguise themselves and guard the entrance of Tianmen Mountain, while the people from Tianyan Sect had been arranged by Song Jinyu in the back - mountain forest early on.
Song Jinyu's power was so strong that Zhongli Mingye silently glanced at the girl. A real superior must first consider the overall situation.
Feeling Zhongli Mingye's gaze, Song Jinyu said in a low voice, "As you can see, I'm not the person you want."
Looking at her helplessly, his phoenix eyes filled with indescribable emotions, "Do you know who I want?" There was a slight gloom in his voice. He originally thought that he and Song Jinyu were of one mind, but now... Zhongli Mingye never knew about Song Jinyu's power, nor did he want to know.
Because all he wanted was her.
But Song Jinyu had first hurt his heart today, and now these words were even an insult to his affection.
Without saying more, Zhongli Mingye walked away silently. His back looked extremely desolate in Song Jinyu's eyes.
Du Zhouli was still thinking about another thing. What would the emperor do if he learned of Miao Yunshen's death? Although the crown prince had promised that the court wouldn't care about Miao Yunshen's life or death,
he always felt that it wasn't that simple.
Now, the formula of the spiritual medicine had been obtained by the Jinshui Palace. They had gotten the location of the spiritual root planting base from the Bai brothers. Tianmen Mountain and the Jinshui Palace were truly prosperous together and damaged together.
Well, to the emperor, Miao Yunshen was just for the sake of the spiritual medicine.
Although he had been putting a colorless and odorless chronic poison in Miao Yunshen's room, Du Zhouli didn't expect it to take effect so quickly.
Before he could get the news from the three sects, Miao Yunshen had died of the illness.
The overall situation of Tianmen Mountain was still under control, so it didn't have much of an impact. It was a pity that the master's token was nowhere to be found. Only a single last will of Miao Yunshen was left. This was a bit weak...