Mai Bao Xiao Lang Jun
Chapter 136 The Witty Young Master Qian
The silver moonlight shone on the undulating sand dunes. Everything was silent, and the night sky was clear.
Located in an ancient city on the dunes, Fu Qingyang felt himself sinking into a boundless abyss in the prison. He wanted to wake up but was uncontrollably falling.
He didn't know how long it had passed when a cool sensation jolted him awake. He greedily swallowed the water at his mouth, "Glug, glug," and with a few gulps of clear water, his soul returned to its place.
Fu Qingyang opened his eyes with difficulty, feeling pain all over his body, as if his bones were falling apart.
A dignified level eight Ruler, yet he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
"Envoy, you're awake!"
A head with a turban came over, full of concern.
"Deputy Envoy Jiang!" Fu Qingyang subconsciously called out the other person's identity, and a short, fragmented memory surged in.
His identity was that of an envoy of the Tang Dynasty, named Wang Ce, representing the Tang Dynasty on a mission to Tianzhu (ancient India). As a result, he encountered internal strife in Tianzhu, and the King of Tianzhu died in the internal chaos.
The rebel army that had established itself as king plundered the envoy group and stole the property that the Tang Dynasty had given to Tianzhu.
More than 30 members of the envoy group, including Wang Ce, resisted desperately, but the enemy was too numerous and too strong. They were all captured and temporarily imprisoned in this ancient city's prison.
The wounds on Fu Qingyang's body were sustained during the resistance.
"Envoy Wang, you're awake!" More people gathered around, all members of the envoy group.
The desert night was extremely cold. The simple prison was drafty everywhere, and the members of the envoy group imprisoned here were shivering with cold.
They had been huddled in the corner, nestling together for warmth.
Fu Qingyang sensed the condition of his body. He had multiple fractures, accompanied by internal organ bleeding, and his cultivation was sealed, leaving only his extraordinary combat power.
Overall, the situation was terrible.
Immediately, he opened the task interface to check the dungeon tasks.
His main task was to retrieve the court's tribute.
The side task was to escape from prison.
Note: Before the end of the task, you must not return to the Tang Dynasty, and you must not report this history to the Tang Dynasty.
Fu Qingyang knew that the correct strategy was to borrow troops from Tubo (ancient Tibet) to wipe out the rebel forces in Tianzhu.
He silently planned the strategy in his mind. First, escape from prison. Second, go to Tubo. Third, borrow troops to attack Tianzhu.
The dungeon plot was not pure history and would definitely be adjusted. Borrowing troops from Tubo would not be so fast. There would inevitably be a series of crises and tests.
Attacking Tianzhu was the final battle. It was not yet clear how many level nine powerhouses there were in Tianzhu.
Of course, these were all future considerations. The top priority was to escape from prison.
Fu Qingyang moved his body, and immediately felt sharp pain. Even with the physique of an extraordinary realm cultivator, he would be in danger of death if he did not receive treatment in time.
Of course, Fu Qingyang's gang warehouse was not short of props from the Wood Sprite class, as well as diluted life essence.
"I'm fine, don't worry, everyone." He comforted the gathered members of the envoy group in a weak tone.
Fu Qingyang did not treat his injuries immediately. His eyes moved to the wooden fence, and he listened carefully.
As a scout, observing the environment was an instinct.
This prison was not built underground, but in low houses built of bricks on the surface. Three walls, a dirt fence, and a fence opposite the fence.
Every five meters, there was an armored guard, standing right next to a blazing torch to keep warm.
Every quarter of an hour, a team of six patrolled.
The total number of guards on both sides of the corridor was eight. In the extraordinary stage, each class had no stealth skills. It was impossible to escape from prison without alarming the guards.
It was not difficult to deal with eight people, but it was impossible to solve them all at the same time and prevent them from signaling for help with my current state and level. If I want to escape from prison, I can only outsmart them.
Fu Qingyang thought for a few seconds, moved closer to the fence, and said to the nearest guard in a weak voice, "I am an envoy of the Tang Dynasty. Can I trouble you to do me a favor?"
The guard ignored him.
"If you can help me, I will give you a great fortune." Fu Qingyang gasped with every sentence, as if even speaking was a burden.
The guard then opened his mouth and said, "You are important prisoners valued by the King. I will not let you go."
"You misunderstood." Fu Qingyang coughed a few times and said with difficulty, "I have suffered a very serious injury. If I don't get treatment, I won't live until tomorrow. When I entered the city, I left a magical treasure in a hidden place. It can treat diseases and injuries. If you help me get it, I will reward you handsomely."
The guard's eyes lit up when he heard this. He looked around and whispered, "If you really have such a magical treasure, I will get it for you. The people of Tianzhu keep their promises and never lie."
As he spoke, he looked at Fu Qingyang by the light of the torch. This Tang Dynasty envoy's face was pale and his lips were bloodless. He was indeed dying.
Fu Qingyang lowered his voice and said to him for a moment. The guard, who had obtained the exact address, left immediately. When he passed the torch, he said to his companion, "I'm going to the latrine."
He didn't even look at the Tang Dynasty envoy. All he had in mind was the magical treasure that could treat injuries and diseases.
After he left, Fu Qingyang called out to the guard again, "Brave Tianzhu warrior, I am an envoy of the Tang Dynasty. Can I ask you to come over and talk?"
The guard strode over, looked at the dying Tang person, and said, "What is it?"
Fu Qingyang repeated what he had just said to him. After hearing this, the guard turned around and left, "I'm going to the latrine!"
This was repeated four times, and the four remaining guards felt a little puzzled, thinking that these guys must have secretly opened a small stove at night; otherwise, why would they all have diarrhea at the same time?
In the prison, Fu Qingyang took out a green bead and swallowed it, and then took out a diluted life essence injection and injected it into his carotid artery.
After sitting quietly for ten seconds, he opened his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Tianzhu warriors, I am an envoy of the Tang Dynasty. I have been deceived. I have been deceived by four of your colleagues. They tricked me into telling them the hiding place of five thousand taels of gold. Please help me."
When the guard closest to the hiding place of five thousand taels of gold heard this, he subconsciously walked over and asked, "What did you say?" When the other three guards saw this, they all rushed over, afraid that the hiding place would be heard by their colleagues and they would not know about it.
Fu Qingyang opened his inventory and grabbed a handful of repeating crossbows and pulled the trigger with lightning speed.
Ji! Bang! Bang! Bang! With four sounds of strings, four people fell down.
Fu Qingyang put away the crossbows, then grabbed a handful of broad-edged short knives, cut off the chains, opened the prison door, turned around and looked at the stunned members of the envoy group, and said calmly, "You stay here. Tianzhu is afraid of the Tang Dynasty and will not kill people easily. I will go out and get reinforcements. This place is heavily guarded. It is impossible for more than thirty people to act together, and when facing escaped prisoners, the guards will definitely kill them without mercy. It is better to stay in prison."
"Lord Wang, please be careful! Lord Wang, you must come back and save us!" In the cries of the crowd, Fu Qingyang disappeared into the night before the patrolling soldiers arrived.
Just now, Sektia went in through the door.
But how did she know it was me? I used star escape to leave in advance. The love profession does not have divination and deduction abilities.
She used some kind of special item. Zhang Yuanqing's nerves instinctively tightened, and many thoughts flashed through his mind. On the surface, he was confused and puzzled, and said, "Oh, beautiful goddess, I don't understand what you mean!"
Sektia closed the simple wooden door, sat on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and smiled, "It's this smell. Amini, I always remember the smell on you. It just appeared in the storage room. Your denial and lies cannot change reality."
Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a second, and simply admitted, "Yes, Sektia, I went in there."
Sektia stared at him without saying a word for a full half a minute. This beautiful goddess curled the corners of her lips, "Why did you approach your mother's residence? You should know that it is a taboo."
"I sensed it!" Zhang Yuanqing answered honestly.
His words made Sektia put away her smiling expression and frown her delicate eyebrows.
After a while, she said in a puzzled tone:
"Normally, you shouldn't be able to sense it. Although you are a child of the goddess of beauty, you are not female. Is it because you inherited your mother's lustful traits?"
Not a woman, so I can't sense it. Inherited part of the goddess of beauty's abilities, so it is possible to sense it.
Zhang Yuanqing analyzed these two key pieces of information from Sektia's words.
The things in the basement seemed to be related to the goddess of beauty. In that case, the God of Light's followers attacking Paphos Island had nothing to do with the basement, but was purely a personal feud.
The God of Light shouldn't like the things of the love profession.
"I did sense it, but it has nothing to do with the bloodline of the goddess of beauty. It was me myself..." Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts suddenly stopped here.
Maybe being able to sense its fluctuations is not only because of his own high level, but also because the bloodline of the goddess of beauty is playing a role, so what the hell is it!
Zhang Yuanqing asked curiously:
"I don't know why I can sense it. What is in the storage room?"
Sektia's expression became serious and said, "This is not something you should know, Amini. I want you to promise me that you will never approach the storage room again, otherwise, even if you are your mother's child, I will banish you from Paphos Island."
Since things had been said to this point, Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to bow and respond: "Yes! Beautiful Sektia, your opinion is my will."
Sektia nodded with satisfaction, restored her smiling appearance, and said, "One last question, how did you enter the storage room? You didn't even pick the lock?"
Zhang Yuanqing answered almost without hesitation or pause, "The treasure hunter gave me the ability to enter."
He put the blame on the void profession. With Sektia's knowledge and level, she must know of the existence of the void.
As expected, Sektia didn't ask any further questions. She nodded and walked to the door. When she was about to open the door, she suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled:
"I heard that you successfully completed the mission. Amini, I admire your ability, but I must advise you not to provoke Cupid again, otherwise, the punishment for you will not just be letting you be intimate with Heracini."
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. What does that mean?
Sektia glanced back at Heracini, and hooked her bright red lips. "You and Heracini fell in love because of Cupid!"
She made a gesture of pulling a bow.
"He just wants you to violate the taboo, which is both a prank and a way to control you. As long as he wants, he can banish you from Paphos Island at any time." Sektia said:
"Cupid doesn't dare to offend me. If you can't restrain your lust at night and want to be intimate, you can actually come to me, just like that night, you pestered me until dawn."