A look of panic appeared on Lian Pingchao's face. He hurriedly tried to sense his own Wen Palace, but he could not sense anything. He had no talent at all, and all the power of a scholar disappeared completely.
"Fang Yun!"
Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth, his face grim, and shouted Fang Yun's name with almost all his strength.
In a moment, the anger on Lian Pingchao's face turned into regret.
"If I had known this, I shouldn't have gone against him and should have just followed him! What happened in the Blood Mang Ancient Land? Why does Fang Yun have such a huge power? Did my power disappear temporarily or permanently? I must have a way to solve it! I can definitely get back the lost power and surpass Fang Yun! Lord of Blood Mang? I don't believe such words! How can a mere Hanlin call himself the Lord of Blood Mang!"
Lian Pingchao thought to himself and walked quickly towards Qingyang City, but after walking a few dozen steps, he began to breathe heavily.
Lian Pingchao's face became increasingly gloomy. Having lost the strength of a scholar, he was just an old man in his sixties, completely powerless.
A distance of one hundred miles can be covered quickly for a university scholar, but for an old man, it would take at least five hours to walk.
Lian Pingchao gritted his teeth and said, "I was able to rise from a child to a university scholar. Besides my knowledge, my will is the most important thing. A trivial matter will not be a problem for me. I also have the Hanhu shell and many other magical objects. As long as I can recover a little bit of my talent, I can make a comeback..."
Lian Pingchao's voice suddenly stopped.
"Where's my Hanhu shell?"
Lian Pingchao was completely panicked and began to search his body, including his sleeves, belt, lining, trousers, etc. He even reached into his hair and collar to search.
Nothing at all!
Lian Pingchao quickly looked around and saw that there was no one here, so he didn't care about anything else and took off his clothes one by one, leaving only a pair of shorts on.
Lian Pingchao was struck by lightning. He stared blankly at the clothes laid out below, his eyes gradually dimming and his face ashen.
"Where did I lose the Hanhu shell? I just touched it with my own hands!" Lian Pingchao's eyes turned red with anxiety. He quickly put on his clothes and returned along the same route, looking around as he walked, hoping to find the lost Hanhu shell.
The flood had just receded and the ground was extremely muddy. Even at low tide, we had to walk with one foot deep and one foot shallow, gasping for breath all the way.
After searching for an entire hour, even Pingchao found nothing.
"Fang Yun! You will not die well! I curse you..."
The dignified university scholar sat down on the muddy ground and started cursing. At first he was still arrogant, but as he cursed he began to use vulgar slang, which became more and more vulgar.
Lian Pingchao at this moment was no longer the great scholar who had terrorized the ancient land of Xuemang. He was just an old man who had lost his power and had nothing but anger and frustration.
After cursing for a full half a quarter of an hour, Lian Pingchao finally stood up, looking dejected, guessing that Fang Yun had not only deprived him of his power, but also taken away Hanhubei. All that he had gained in the ruins of Longcheng became Fang Yun's.
"Could it be that he really has become the Lord of Blood Mane? No, I absolutely do not believe it!"
Lian Pingchao showed a resolute look on his face. He began to hurry towards Qingyang City. As long as he returned to Qingyang City, even if he was not a university scholar, he would have enough strength and would not be in such a mess as he is now.
Lian Pingchao took seven or eight steps before his foot slipped and he fell to the ground with a thud. His whole body was covered in mud, and his right elbow was bruised.
“Bad luck!”
Lian Pingchao walked a dozen steps more, and this time he was tripped by an inexplicable tree root and fell forward. His body hit the ground with a crisp sound, and his entire face was covered with mud.
Lian Pingchao struggled to stand up, cursing while dealing with the mud on his body.
He kept moving forward, but always encountered bad luck. After walking for only a quarter of an hour, he encountered more than ten similar bad lucks.
When he got up for the last time, Lian Pingchao felt a chill in his heart, because he realized that this was definitely not a coincidence, but a force that was deliberately targeting him, or he was infected with a force related to the disaster.
A semi-saint’s words can determine fortune or disaster.
The first group of people who moved into the ancient land of Xuemang had all incurred the dissatisfaction of the Semi-Saint. Even if the Semi-Saint did not curse them personally, those people were extremely unlucky, things did not go their way, and they often encountered various accidents.
Moreover, all of them died in accidents, and no one had a good end!
After that group of people died, their descendants never encountered so many accidents again.
Lian Pingchao finally didn't dare to curse anymore.
"Could it be... that he is the real Lord of Blood Mane?" Lian Pingchao's bad premonition became even stronger.
Lian Pingchao started walking at dawn and did not reach Qingyang City until the afternoon. He encountered countless bad luck along the way. A bird pooped on his head, he was almost bitten by a poisonous snake, and was chased by wild dogs. His clothes were torn, his body and face were covered with dried mud, his clothes had completely changed color, and he walked with a limp. Anyone who saw him would think he was a beggar.
When he walked outside Qingyang City, Lian Pingchao was stunned.
Qingyang City belongs to the Lian family. There must be a large flag with the word "Lian" embroidered on it hung on the top of the city. If it is not hung, the generals guarding the city will be held accountable. But now, all the flags of the Lian family have disappeared.
This can only happen if the city changes ownership.
Lian Pingchao felt a heart-wrenching pain. The thing he was most worried about finally happened.
Lian Pingchao deliberately dressed himself more shabbily, and after making sure that no one could recognize him, he limped into the city and headed for the City Lord's Mansion.
Before arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, Lian Pingchao saw that the street ahead was blocked by soldiers. Then, a number of prison vans passed by, and the wheels made rumbling sounds as they rolled on the stone floor.
Lian Pingchao saw that his son, daughter, and grandchildren were all in the prison van.
Behind each person, there is a wooden command arrow with a bright red word on it.
cut!
Lian Pingchao's body swayed and he almost fainted, and he could hear people's discussions.
"It is said that it was Grand Secretary Yun Zhaochen who personally arrested the men and immediately supervised the execution. All the direct descendants of the Lian family were executed immediately, and the rest of the Lian family were demoted to criminals, and their status could only be restored after three generations."
"I heard from my brothers who are soldiers in the City Lord's Mansion that Lian Pingchao, that old immortal, could have offended anyone else, but he actually offended the current Lord of Blood Light! That huge figure, His Majesty, can change the seasons and the world. Lian Pingchao actually dared to offend him. He is really courting death!"
"I also heard that Lian Pingchao bullied the previous Lord of Blood Mane, took his divine object, wanted to kill him, and almost rebelled. It's because Your Majesty has a good temper. If it were me with my violent temper, I would have razed the City Lord's Mansion to the ground with one slap!"
"Good! God has eyes! The Lord of Blood Mang is indeed capable, and he really cares about us people! Lian's family has always done all kinds of evil, and the people of Qingyang City dared to be angry but not to speak out. Today, they finally got their retribution! God has eyes, and the Lord of Blood Mang has eyes!"
"Let's go and watch the beheading together and cheer together!"
"Lian's family deserves to die! I said back then that I won't submit to anyone except whoever can get rid of Lian's family!"
Lian Pingchao felt heartbroken and dazed at first, but soon he became completely numb. He never expected that he and the Lian family would have such a reputation among the people. Those people wanted to skin him alive, which was simply the greatest denial of scholars.
Lian Pingchao numbly followed the crowd to the execution ground.
(To be continued.)