407: C407 Zhuge Wuwei

C407 Zhuge Wuwei

"Ancient... Ancient treasure?" Cloud Falcon Warrior couldn't even close his mouth. He reached out his hand to grab it. Who would have thought that countless strands of black hair would suddenly rush out of the mirror and drag him inside.

Then, with a flash of green light, Feng Yimo, who was clad in armor, appeared at the scene. The entire process took less than half a breath!

However, the Cloudhawk realized that something was wrong. It flapped its wings and was about to fly up. Who knew that Feng Yimo had already flashed and landed on its back. There was a bell in his hand. He lightly shook it twice, and the manic Cloudhawk immediately became docile. It carried Feng Yimo and flew into the distance.

After finding an empty place, he released the Golden Core Cultivator from the Spirit Binding Mirror and used the Soul Search Technique to turn it into a soul slave. From its mouth, he found out that Qitian Palace had actually used five groups of four thousand Cloud Cavalry Falcons to capture him. He could not help but be shocked. They thought too highly of him, right?

However, four thousand Cloud Riding Falcons were scattered. There were only a few people in the Third Grade Cultivation Country. Therefore, they could only divide the areas and each person was in charge of a few cities. With the shocking flying speed of the Cloudhawk, they kept flying and checking the situation of the wanted person.

It was a pity that Cloud Falcon Warrior was only an ordinary warrior. Even the captain of the squad was only an ordinary warrior. He didn't know much.

Feng Yimo's plan was to disguise himself as this man and sneak into Cloud Falcon Warrior. He wanted to find out why they wanted him. He also wanted to know if Qitian Palace had solid evidence to prove that he had killed Chi Xing, or if he would rather capture the wrong person than let him go.

After asking the general situation, Feng Yimo rode on the Cloudhawk and returned to Purple Smoke City.

The city lord of Purple Smoke City had the surname Le. Seeing Lord Cloud Riding Falcon return, he hurriedly called for the maids to prepare food and wine and invited Feng Yimo to dinner.

Feng Yimo pretended to be high and mighty as he ate and drank. After that, he wiped his mouth and was about to leave. Who knew that the city lord would secretly offer him a Storage Bag? Feng Yimo's Divine Sense swept over and saw that there were millions of spirit stones inside. He couldn't help but be secretly surprised. A mere Cloud Falcon Warrior, was he so greedy?

"Sir, this is just a small matter. Please accept it with a smile!" City Lord Le said flatteringly, "Sir, please return to the Sacred Palace and say a few words for me." As long as it was the Cultivation Country affiliated to the Qitian Palace, they could not call the name "Qitian Palace" directly. They would be punished if they used the honorific of the "Sacred Palace.

"En, don't worry!" Feng Yimo put away the Storage Bag casually. Seeing that City Lord Le still looked like he wanted to say something, he asked, "City Lord Le, is there anything else?"

"It's like this, my lord, you came from the Sacred Palace. My country's king has to give some face. This lowly one dares to ask milord to ask an explanation for this lowly one in front of the king." City Lord Le's expression revealed a resentful expression. "Our king always increases taxes every year. Moreover, 20% of the spirit pills transferred from the Holy Palace have to be deducted! This caused us small cities to be angry but not dare to say anything! "

Feng Yimo was stunned. He had pretended to be an alchemist with the surname Zhao for more than five months. He knew that there was a huge alchemist who kept concocting pills in the Qitian Palace on Qi Tian Peak. Then, he distributed the refined spirit pills to control the number of spirit pills in the entire Qitian Palace. His goal was to strengthen the effective control of the various grades of Cultivation Country. Therefore, all kinds of spiritual herbs and jade slips were prohibited from being sold on the market. It was to prevent people from planting spiritual herbs on a large scale and getting rid of their control.

All this time, the Qitian Palace had strictly forbidden the Cultivation Country below to privately confiscate the pills. Who would have thought that there would be someone like Mist Country who committed crimes against the wind in Cultivation Country?

He looked at the armor on his body and had an idea. He said, "City Lord Le, don't worry. I will seek justice for you!"

City Lord Le was overjoyed. He bowed to the ground and said, "Thank you, my lord!"

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As the capital of the Cloud Mist Cultivation Country, the Cloud Capital was located in a huge mountain valley in the Cloud Apex Mountain Range. It was surrounded by mountains on three sides and was surrounded by water on one side. The scenery was beautiful, and there were many great scholars. The people inside were cultured and cultured, and the scholarly aura was rich.

The Cloud Capital was only three thousand miles away from the Purple Smoke City. Riding on medicinal Cloudhawks, they would arrive in two hours.

Although Cloud Falcon Warrior was in charge of the Cloud Capital, the king of the Cloud Mist Country didn't dare to neglect Feng Yimo. He had already led a group of ministers to welcome them. Because every Cloud Falcon Warrior represented the Sacred Palace!

"Zhuge Wuwei greets milord!" When Zhuge Wuwei saw the Cloudhawk descend, he came forward and cupped his hands in greeting.

Feng Yimo was stunned when he heard Zhuge Wuwei's name. Among the people he had seen on the continent, there were very few people with the surname Zhuge. Currently, Zhuge Danping was the only one. That's right. Meng Xi had once said that Zhuge Danping's grandfather was called Zhuge Wuyun. The Zhuge Wuwei in front of her was in his 70s. Because he had reached the Golden Core Early Period realm, he looked like he was in his 40s. Could it be that there was some connection between them?

As if sensing Feng Yimo's suspicious gaze, Zhuge Wuwei's heart trembled. He had a bad feeling about this. He quickly bowed again and said, "Master has come to the Cloud Capital, and your humble abode is glowing. May I know what can I do for you?"

Feng Yimo hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you know Zhuge Wuyun?"

What? Zhuge Wuwei was stunned. Suddenly, he became excited and grabbed Feng Yimo's hand. "Master, master, where have you seen my brother?" Then he realized that he was being rude. He quickly let go and apologized, "Sorry, I offended you."

The officials behind Zhuge Wuwei were all surprised. They had never seen the king lose his composure like this.

Hearing Zhuge Wuwei's question, Feng Yimo understood. As expected, there was a connection. He waved his hand and said, "Let's talk inside."

"Yes, yes! Sir, please come inside!" Zhuge Wuwei quickly bowed and led the way. Since they were old friends, he was half relieved. Even if there were any mistakes, he couldn't make things too difficult for himself.

After entering the palace and arriving at the main hall, Zhuge Wuwei moved Feng Yimo to the main seat. He carefully sat on the chair next to him. "Master, please instruct me!"

All along, he had maintained a humble attitude and seemed very low-key.0

Feng Yimo looked at the entire palace and the main hall. They were all very simple and not luxurious. He did not look like an extravagant and greedy person. How could he deduct the panaceas?

"I don't dare to give you any orders. Yesterday, in Purple Smoke City, City Lord Le complained to me that there was not enough panaceas per month. It was not enough for their city. That's why I came to Yun Du to ask." Feng Yimo went straight to the point.

Zhuge Wuwei was stunned. His expression changed as he turned to look at the official standing behind him. His eyes fell on one of them. He asked sternly, "Du Song, is that true?"

Du Song was in his forties, and his face was pale from fright. His legs were trembling as he fell to the ground after hearing Zhuge Wuwei call his name. "Your Majesty, please spare my life. I know I was wrong!"

Feng Yimo saw that Du Song was not a cultivator. He was just an ordinary person. He did not have any magic power in his body. Why did he take the Spirit Elixir?

Zhuge Wuwei did not know what to do. Zhuge Wuwei's face darkened as he shouted, "Men, drag Du Song out and kill him!"

"Yes!"

Two warriors stepped forward and dragged the dumbfounded Du Song out of the hall. They came to the square outside the palace. They raised their knives and chopped down. Du Song's head fell to the ground. The whole process took less than half an incense's time.

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