Either be executed or die of old age.
So no matter how much you pay, no matter how many lives you lose, the reward will be very small.
But the price is always there.
Every choice has a price.
And the price Qiumu will have to pay... He estimates that this wave will take at least a hundred years.
What benefits can be obtained? The benefit is that Qiao Mu can concentrate on practicing for at least a hundred years, great!
"No matter how you weigh the pros and cons, you can come to one conclusion: it's a huge loss."
Qiao Mu sighed slightly, stuffed the fat cat into the shadow under his butt, pushed open the window, and looked out at the vast night.
As the lights of the night market in the imperial capital come on at night, you can see the bustling streets of the imperial capital filled with people.
The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit; the world is in turmoil, all for the sake of profit.
People in the world either seek fame or pursue profit.
But there are occasionally fools in this world who try to move mountains on their own, regardless of the cost or the gains and losses.
These fools are not unintelligent or overly impulsive.
They do things without asking whether they can succeed, how much money they can make, or whether they can bring fame to themselves...
They saw the truth of life and the towering mountains that stood before them.
They know their own weakness, and they know full well that the road ahead is filled with thorns and blood, and that they are destined to survive.
But they remain persistent and never look back.
These people are Yugong in the eyes of wise men, and fools in the eyes of ordinary people who pursue fame and fortune.
In Qiao Mu's mind, Hai Wuya is such a fool who does something knowing it is impossible.
"A person like Hai Wuya shouldn't die like this."
Qiao Mu leaped forward, his figure flashed and disappeared into the night.
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The bright moon was like a mirror, hanging high in the night sky. The silvery-white moonlight leaked all over the ground, making the brightly lit imperial city even brighter.
Tonight, there are many times more Royal Guards patrolling the palace than usual.
Teams of neatly-dressed imperial guards shuttled back and forth in the imperial city, the lights in their hands moving like fish in the night.
Emperor Yonghe looked at the dense lights flowing outside the window, but he did not feel much safe in his heart.
"Your Majesty. Ten thousand imperial guards take turns patrolling the imperial city, and eight hundred Flying Fish Guards are guarding outside the imperial study. This palace has become a dragnet. Even the eight-armed sky dragon, who once had unparalleled light skills, cannot fly in." Guard Chu said.
Emperor Yonghe did not say anything, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart, with a frown on his face.
An army of 10,000 can exhaust a super-class warrior to death. After all, super-class warriors are made of flesh and blood, and their strength will be exhausted too.
"Will I be able to spend this night in peace?" This thought flashed through Emperor Yonghe's mind.
He originally didn't know Hai Wuya's physical condition, but after placing Hai Wuya under house arrest in the palace, he naturally asked the imperial physician to examine him as per routine.
After this investigation, they found out that Hai Wuya was already terminally ill and might not even survive these three days.
"Hai Wuya is already terminally ill. Since he is a high-ranking member of the Wu Ji Association, I'm sure the Wu Sheng would know his condition... So the Wu Ji Association probably won't come tonight."
"Or the execution can be carried out tomorrow to avoid any more trouble..."
Emperor Yonghe was pacing in the imperial study when he suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from the distance of the imperial city.
The lights that flickered in the night quickly gathered towards the direction where the sound came from, forming a stream of lights.
"Your Majesty, there is an expert in light martial arts who has climbed over the palace wall. His light martial arts skills are very good, but he has been spotted by the patrolling imperial guards." A Feiyu Guard flew to the front of the imperial study and knelt down to report.
"The thugs from the Wuji Society actually came? How many of them are there?"
“Only one person has been found so far.”
"Don't let your guard down. There must be someone hiding in the dark. Keep investigating and report back."
After a while, more and more lights gathered towards the source of the noisy sound, slowly growing from a stream of lights into a long river of lights.
"Your Majesty, there was only one person who broke into the palace, but that person was Qiao Shuangzhao, a martial artist from the Qiao family who was ranked among the top two forces."
"Qiao family? What does this have to do with him..." Emperor Yonghe pondered for a moment and thought for a moment:
"Send a Feiyu Guard to tell the Qiao family that Hai Wuya is already terminally ill and won't live for many days."
“... .”
"Your Majesty. The Feiyu Guard who delivered the message was killed by a Qiao family member with a flying finger force. Qiao Shuangzhao did not react at all, as if he had already known about this."
"He knew it all along? If he knew that Hai Wuya was terminally ill, why did he come to the palace? It doesn't make sense." Emperor Yonghe frowned and thought hard for a long time before he suddenly realized:
"It's really dark under the lamp."
"He didn't come here for Hai Wuya at all, but for other purposes. He must be an assassin who came to kill me! Someone in the Qiao family did this before."
No one believed that someone would die for a dying old man, and more people were willing to believe that he had other intentions and a more ambitious goal, such as assassinating the emperor.
Chapter 269 He is really, I cry to death (4k
The night was gradually deepening.
Imperial Capital Haifu.
Hai Siyuan still couldn't sleep tonight. He looked out the window at the vast night, his mind in a mess.
Just as he was tossing and turning in sleep, he heard a noisy sound gradually rising in the night.
As the residence of the Minister of Rites, a second-rank official, Hai Mansion is naturally located in the inner city area close to the imperial city.
It was already late at night, but he heard noisy noises coming from the direction of the Imperial City. Apparently there was a commotion inside the city.
Hai Siyuan had been paying attention to the movements in the imperial city. At this moment, he stood up and went to the courtyard, listening attentively.
“There is an assassin… ..”
"Protect the emperor..."
The shouting could be faintly heard in the wind, but Hai Siyuan's expression changed slightly, and he vaguely realized something.
This timing is such a coincidence.
Not everyone knew that Hai Wuya was under house arrest in the palace.
The emperor announced to the world, and notices were posted all over the capital, but this matter was not mentioned. According to common sense, serious criminals would naturally be imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.
The news that Hai Wuya was not imprisoned in Tianlao was learned by Li Changshi from the officials of Tianlao.
Although this was not top secret information, it was not something that anyone could know. After all, the Imperial Guards had a large number of soldiers, and large-scale troop movements were difficult to conceal from those with ulterior motives.
An assassin in the palace
If he was really an assassin, how could he enter the palace to commit assassination when the Royal Guards were fully armed
The timing was such a coincidence that Hai Siyuan suddenly thought of a possibility and he suddenly became sober.
"Could it be Qiao Shuangzhao? So his discussion of weighing the pros and cons was only said to us, and he didn't take it to heart at all?" Hai Siyuan was stunned.
Inside the palace.
On a brightly lit pavilion, Emperor Yonghe looked down at the long river of lights in the night below, and his heart was slightly relieved.
There are over ten thousand people, and they are everywhere in the mountains.
There are no mountains or fields in the imperial palace, but the long river of lights formed by the tens of thousands of royal guards is also spectacular in the night.
"Commander Chu, Qiao Shuangzhao has broken through the palace wall and is almost at the Taihe Gate. His Qinggong is too good, we can't keep up..."
"Your Majesty, rest assured. Even if he breaks in, he will be trapped." Beside Emperor Yonghe, the commander of the Imperial Guards, Chu Tianming, waved his hand and said:
"The super-class warriors in this world have surpassed the nine-class warrior system established by the court. They are already a small group of people standing at the top of today's martial arts. However, most of them also rely on their martial arts, just like the eight-armed dragon that broke into the palace decades ago."
The commander of the Imperial Guards, Chu Tianming, said to his subordinates in a deep voice:
"Super-class people are also made of flesh and blood. Qiao Shuangzhao is so presumptuous, he will also suffer in humiliation!"
In fact, he is also a super martial artist who just broke through a few years ago and achieved super spiritual cultivation.
As the only super-class warrior attached to the Great Yan Royal Family, he was able to break through in martial arts mainly by relying on the Great Yan Royal Family's medicinal resources and the guidance of powerful people.
People in the martial arts world always say that Wudang and Shaolin were holy places of martial arts in the past and the top martial arts sects in the world. However, according to Chu Tianming, the Great Yan royal family is the top martial arts force of the previous generation.
Not to mention that Taizu of Dayan, who founded the country in the past, was number one in the world three hundred years ago and has a profound foundation, and is not necessarily weaker than any famous sect.
Just the wealth, resources, and martial arts secrets accumulated by the Great Yan Dynasty over the past three hundred years are not something that any so-called martial arts clan or famous sect can challenge.
So in Chu Tianming's view, he actually joined the most powerful martial arts force in the old generation of martial arts.
But even so, he was humiliated decades ago.
Decades ago, he was not yet the commander of the Imperial Guards, but he once witnessed the eight-armed dragon moving through an army using the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon.
Chu Tianming has very good eyesight.
Even from a long distance, he could still notice the lightness skill displayed by Qiao Shuangzhai, which was clearly the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon that had left a deep impression on him decades ago.
To be fair, Qiao Shuangzhao's attainments in lightness skills cannot be compared with those of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon.
But as a person with both super strength and power, his physical strength is much greater than that of the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon in the past. He just pushes the ground with his feet and it is like an arrow breaking through the air.
Although it is not as flexible and adaptable as the eight-armed dragon of the past, it is more brave and swift.
"So confident? Does that mean the Imperial Guards already have tactics to deal with super-class warriors?" A voice sounded in the ears of Chu Tianming, the commander of the Imperial Guards.
A white-haired figure appeared silently in the pavilion, it was the royal ancestor Yan Shenji.
The assassin Qiao Shuangzhao breaks into the palace, and tens of thousands of imperial guards are mobilized.
With such a big commotion, it was impossible for Yan Shenji to be unaware of it. In fact, he was also quite impressed by the Qiao family who were at the top of the two lists of Tingchao Tower.
Is this Qiao Shuangzhao a martial arts genius or a centenarian who has mastered the Changsheng Fist? Yan Shenji also wants to see it with his own eyes.
"Another lunatic who broke into the imperial palace." Yan Shenji's eyes were as calm as a deep pool.
If he were young, the assassin would have no chance of entering Taihe Gate and would have been beaten to death by him.
But he is old after all. Even though he has mastered the Changsheng Fist and his body is immortal, his mentality is still different from when he was young.
Decades ago, the eight-armed dragon entered the palace, but he let it go because Yan Shenji really valued his talent.
"The martial arts of the world are developing little by little. Two hundred years ago, there was no such thing as the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon, which can fly in the air." Yan Shenji said calmly:
"The Eight-Armed Sky Dragon in the past was indeed a talent that people cherished. I wonder if Qiao Shuangzhao, the warrior of this generation, can come up with something new today?"
He was an old warrior from many eras ago. He had not left the palace for a long time and had no idea to what extent martial arts had developed in the outside world.
Now, Qiao Shuangzhao, who is listed on both lists, does give him something to look forward to.
"The ancestor is here too?" Emperor Yonghe suddenly felt reassured:
"In fact, I have already notified the Da Dao Sect. As long as the Imperial Guards can hold off for a while, the Da Dao Sect's immortals will arrive..."
"Da Dao Sect? Why did the assassin need help from Da Dao Sect when he entered the palace?" Yan Shenji raised his eyebrows.
Emperor Yonghe did not answer immediately, and the scene was silent for a while.
The commander of the Imperial Guards, Chu Tianming, was somewhat nervous.
The so-called "ancestor" of this royal family has a mysterious identity and comes and goes without a trace, but he is of a very high generation and his martial arts skills are unfathomable.
Looking at the entire palace, there are actually very few people who know his true identity. They only know that he is of a very high generation and has a prominent status.
In fact, he was able to break through to the super level because of Yan Shenji's guidance.
At this time, noisy sounds came from Taihe Gate in the distance, breaking the brief silence in the pavilion.
In the darkness of night, the heavy palace gate opened and a figure walked out.
Qiao Mu's original plan was actually to sneak in secretly, so he waited until night to act.
However, he had not expected that there were tens of thousands of imperial guards patrolling the palace, leaving no blind spots.
No matter how fast he is, he cannot hide from these ten thousand pairs of eyes.