Chapter 186: Chapter 125: The Time Favors Me, Uniting Against the Hu

’Is it really so hard to find a place for a stable life?’

’Wherever I go, there is killing. Does life mean constant fighting without end?’

Chen Ping’s figure moved like a butterfly dancing, gracefully leaping among the rooftops and terraces, like a shadow of a ghost.

He traced a winding and twisting path, and not far ahead lay a large courtyard with high walls, pavilions, and towers, flower pavilions, and a clear pond. The pond water rippled with waves, reflecting the moonlight and firelight, with people singing and feasting.

’It should be here. I might as well go all out today and let them have a night of chaos.’

After reaching Great Success in the Silver Body Realm, he believed that even typical Innate experts could not withstand more than one or two of his sudden attacks.

Might as well follow this big rat, strike fiercely, and scare the enemies to make himself safe for a while.

Otherwise, the constant assassination attempts and testing, endless plots and schemes, left no time for practicing martial arts and swordsmanship.

’Now, what I lack is time. As long as I get through this period, even if my identity is exposed, and the Beizhou Barbarians and Nanli Brocade Guard both come knocking, it won’t be a concern.’

Chen Ping always believed that attack was the best defense.

At this moment, he concealed his breath, calmed his blood, and gathered his Qi Mechanism.

The whole person drifted like a dead leaf, floating towards the large mansion.

In the air, the Little Cyan Bird’s eyes had already locked onto the figure of the Golden Mouse on the ground, clearly seeing the young lord beside the pond, amidst the drums and music, holding a cup and drinking.

And the few people around him also turned their heads to look.

Something’s wrong.

In midair, Chen Ping’s mind, like a bright moon illuminating the sky, subtly sensed strands of crisis, with goosebumps rising.

Without thinking, his body moved as if swept by a breeze, retreating instead of advancing, like a swan dancing on water, leaving in the opposite direction.

His departure was faster than his arrival.

"Choke..."

He heard a grand, bell-like sound in his ear.

A wizened old monk’s face flashed in his mind, and Chen Ping’s body shook as he felt the surrounding air surge in waves, squeezing in.

The scene before his eyes swirled, trees along the path exploded.

In the sky, the Little Cyan Bird’s eyes were spinning uncontrollably.

Emotions held a trace of panic and anger, as he gradually distanced himself from the courtyard.

Chen Ping knew that the Little Cyan Bird just pursued the Golden Mouse to the top of the courtyard and was almost knocked out by a loud grunt.

Fortunately, it had strong resistance to mental attacks. Its form wavered, but noticing the situation was wrong, it immediately flew up to the clouds, suffering no harm.

However, going near that place again now seems unlikely.

"Who is there?"

Chen Ping’s eyes were dark as ice, standing at the street’s shadowy corner.

In his view, he suddenly saw four human figures rising swiftly from the mansion they had just left, leaping in different directions, and faintly heard angry roars.

Soon after, a large number of armored soldiers, wielding spears, scattered in a fan shape, coming down the street towards him, torches in hand, shouting.

A cyan silhouette fell from the sky, a slight weight on his shoulder, while he heard faint chirping sounds as if the bird was telling him how despicable and powerful the people in that courtyard were.

The last message conveyed was the two large characters on the mansion’s gate, illuminated by firelight, reading "Wu Mansion."

’So it’s him.’

Upon revisiting Xingqing Prefecture, it should be a familiar place.

But he was not clear about the large, opulent courtyards in the vast Prefecture City.

Seeing those high houses, he didn’t know who was who.

While unfamiliar with other places, he was aware of this particular mansion.

Back then, Zuo Duanshou, disregarding his weaker strength, relentlessly pursued Zhuang Hongyi and found a slip of paper with the characters "Wu Mansion."

After Zuo Duanshou died, Chen Ping discovered it in his collar and had some guesses.

This time, it was essentially confirmed.

Back then, the deaths of Zuo Duanshou and Little Stool, including the many life-threatening pursuits he and Hua Lian’er endured, the source of all these troubles lay here.

Wu Song and Wu Changxing, as Xingqing Prefecture’s Deputy Magistrate, took over military and civil affairs within the Prefecture when the previous Prefect left office, wielding immense power.

This person colluded with Beizhou Barbarians, controlling troops and money, turning Xingqing Prefecture City into a free passageway for Hu People experts, transformed entirely from an away game into a home game.

No wonder, all along the way, he saw Hu People flaunting their might while the Government did nothing, and even few civilian experts dared to deal with the Hu People. The root cause is here.

’Even the Government stood with them, Xuanwu Guard helped suppress dissent, is this still a Nanli Prefecture City? Is this still the Central Plains?’

Understanding this, Chen Ping felt absurdity and intense killing intent rise in his heart.

Even if not for Zuo Duanshou and Little Stool’s deaths, nor for being chased and forced to flee endlessly, just for secretly seizing power in Xingqing Prefecture and siding with Hu People, this person must die.

However, his strength is still somewhat lacking now.

Facing one or two Innate experts, he could try.

But upon a glimpse just now, he found that the courtyard housed five Innate experts’ powerful Qi Mechanisms.

Moreover, there was one Qi Mechanism, from afar, that gave him a sense of horror.

Clearly, it was an expert far beyond his Realm, very difficult to deal with.