Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 94: Misunderstanding

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Misunderstanding

The black smoke seemed to become sentient as it slowly twisted into a human shape. Master Ling Yi focused his eyes, and the black smoke had completely vanished, revealing a man in black clothes who was exceptionally thin; even wrapped in all-black attire, he looked like he was clothed in bones.

Master Ling Yi took a step back. He didn’t recognize this man at all, nor was he one of the few known by his master. Moreover, this stranger gave him an odd feeling...

Master Ling Yi was not very familiar with the Mystical Arts of Master Yin He. In Qiandao Temple, only his master had some understanding. Initially, his master had found Master Yin He, healed his wounds, and wanted to take him as a Direct Disciple; he even attempted several times to unravel the mysteries of the spellwork on Master Yin He.

However, it quickly became apparent that the power within Master Yin He was not something they could control. It wasn’t a matter of reciting a few spells and talismans to regulate the power’s intensity; rather, it was closely related to the capability of the Mystical Arts itself, moving as it willed.

Then, Master Huo Yi discovered that this contrarian form of Mystical Arts was not meant for prayers or wishes but was harmful, like a plague released by the heavens upon humanity.

Thus, Master Huo Yi spent several years trying to figure out how to control these dark vapors.

Clutching the bottle in his hand tightly, Master Ling Yi didn’t care who this person was or what Mystical Arts he was skilled in. As long as he was associated with the dark energy of Master Yin He, it was nothing good.

Master Ling Yi immediately closed his eyes and began to chant spells rapidly, the bottle in his hand trembling slightly.

The man in black certainly feared the bottle, glanced again at Zheng Haoyuan lying on the ground; though reluctant, he had no choice but to abandon Zheng Haoyuan and flee.

Master Ling Yi immediately opened his eyes and went to check on Zheng Haoyuan.

It seemed that this dark energy could attract others of its kind, which further proved his master’s point: the power of this spellwork depended on how much dark energy it could plunder and absorb, not on cultivation.

...

"Are you sure—," Zheng Nian Ru asked, her expression somewhat puzzled.

Initially, she noticed that Master Ling Yi’s gaze towards Zheng Haoyuan was strange, but even if it was unusual, it shouldn’t harbor harmful thoughts towards Zheng Haoyuan. Why would anyone from Qiandao Temple want to harm Zheng Haoyuan? Qiandao Temple and the Wen Family had deep connections, and without the introduction of the Wen Family, Qiandao Temple couldn’t have such significant influence in Nanzheng.

"Perhaps we will know once we meet them later," Nanmen Yu naturally trusted his people. During this period, he had understood the capabilities of the Nanmen Death Soldier more than ever before. Even if Qiandao Temple was involved in Mystical Arts, they also delved into them but only understood some basic countermeasures.

Yan Cheng was terribly anxious, it’s not anything until they saw Zheng Haoyuan in person. Couldn’t the carriage move any faster?

"Mm," Zheng Nian Ru nodded, not pursuing the question further. She hadn’t cared about such things in her past life and didn’t know that back then Ju Nanyi had easily broken through the combined power of Qiandao Temple and the Wen Family’s mages. However, in her view, it was effortless.

The carriage raced along the wide streets and soon arrived at the secluded yard. Master Ling Yi and his two disciples were unaware that their every move was being watched by the Nanmen Death Soldier.

Zheng Haoyuan was still unconscious, his breath steady, even steadier than when Master Ling Yi had seen him the day before.

Master Ling Yi carefully thought it over; perhaps the black nefarious energy in Zheng Haoyuan had attracted these people, who appeared for the sake of the dark energy within him.

However, hadn’t he already retracted those unclean things from Zheng Haoyuan yesterday? Why then would these people still come looking?

There must be some problem somewhere.

"Clang clang—" At that moment, the dilapidated gate of the courtyard was kicked down by an anxious Yan Cheng, who, upon seeing Zheng Haoyuan on the ground, finally took a breath of relief.

Turning around, Master Ling Yi saw a group of people enter; Yan Cheng had already rushed over and immediately lifted Zheng Haoyuan from the ground.

"Your Highness—Fourth Prince—"

"Don’t touch him—" Master Ling Yi blurted out. He couldn’t understand what condition Zheng Haoyuan was in. Whether he could be moved, and whether that black evil energy still persisted...

"Take him away—" Zheng Nianru immediately spoke up. When Tan Zong’s men found them, they only saw Master Ling Yi and his two disciples near Fu Gong. It was unclear whether they had attacked Zheng Haoyuan. Moreover, from start to finish, Zheng Nianru never believed in the deceptive tricks of Qiandao Temple.

Otherwise, how could he have been killed by Nanyi’s single sword strike.

"You can’t take him away—" Master Ling Yi took a step forward, his tone firm, standing in front of Zheng Nianru. This woman gave him a very strange feeling, yet he could not pinpoint what was strange.

Yan Cheng looked toward Zheng Nianru, the Commandery Princess who had led him to find the prince, and naturally, he trusted this Commandery Princess before him.

Zheng Nianru waved her hand, and Yan Cheng unhesitatingly picked up Zheng Haoyuan and placed him on the carriage.

"You—" Master Ling Yi suddenly became anxious. This woman was not only strange but also completely ignored him. Did she not know about his status? No, she knew of his status.

Master Ling Yi took a deep breath. Impulsiveness was not his style. Having been accustomed to flattery over the years at Qiandao Temple, he suddenly found it difficult to adjust.

Zheng Nianru stared at Master Ling Yi before her, a face that showed no signs of aging but Zheng Nianru knew, Master Ling Yi must be no longer young.

His light grey robe was the kind only a direct disciple of Master Huo Yi at Qiandao Temple could wear. Trimmed with subdued golden edges, it was extremely refined and well-made without being ostentatious, much like this man’s character.

Yes, this man also had a very peculiar personality.

Zheng Nianru raised an eyebrow. She suddenly remembered a past incident that had merely been treated as a joke; Master Ling Yi kept his distance from women, and that affair with a noble’s daughter was once wildly rumored in Zheng Capital.

Zheng Nianru had heard it through one ear, told to her as a joke by Xue Liu.

"You can’t take him away, I need to speak with..."

Zheng Nianru turned around and walked away, she had no time to listen to others’ nonsense. Those following her from Tan Zong quickly did the same.

"He can’t leave—" Master Ling Yi was getting anxious now. Why was it that the commands he gave were revered as divine decrees on normal days, yet before this woman, they were useless?

Zheng Nianru chuckled. You say he can’t leave, and he mustn’t leave?

Zheng Nianru stretched out her hand, and before Master Ling Yi could react, she directly touched the man’s cheek, following it with a pat.

Master Ling Yi was startled, and in those brief moments of his distraction, Zheng Nianru had already touched him, causing his complexion to turn deathly pale immediately. The two disciples who were previously rooted to their spot, no longer cared about taking anyone away and hurriedly went to support Master Ling Yi.

Reacting, Master Ling Yi more dramatically leaped away as if a locust that had been stepped on, crashing straight into the trunk of a half-dead tree behind him.

"Big senior brother, big senior brother—"

Zheng Nianru stepped away, walking off. It seemed those rumors weren’t entirely unfounded after all.

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