No matter what Jun Wuyi said, Jun Moye would never agree, but the moment this matter was brought up, it stirred the deepest emotion within Jun Moye's heart!

Jun Moye's heart gave a genuine jolt, and instantly the memory of Jun Zhantian defiantly beating the war drums, launching the army, and bathing the capital in blood for his sake flashed before his eyes. His heart couldn't help but warm.

This matter was what moved Jun Moye the most!

Although the great assassin Jun understood that his Third Uncle's decision was more emotional than rational—if Jun Wuyi stepped forward, whether the Princess was saved during this Ji Lun event or not, it would bring nothing but harm to the Jun family—a gentleman knows what to do and what not to do; where righteousness lies, one must act!

Therefore, if his Third Uncle really stepped forward, the matter might indeed become impossible to conceal. But if he went himself...

"Fine! I'll go!" Jun Moye took a deep breath, pure Innate Spiritual Energy surging out fiercely, pouring into Ye Guhan's nearly depleted meridians, temporarily sustaining his vitality. "However, Third Uncle, you don't need to go. Me going alone is enough. You all return to the Jun family first. Along the way, do not let him be jostled in any way or—"

"I understand battlefield first aid no less than you do!" Jun Wuyi interrupted him. "Hurry up and go!"

"You really have confidence in me," Jun Moye managed a wry smile, standing up, mounting his horse, and clamping his legs on the steed, ready to gallop away. "That’s five Heavenly Profounds!"

"You... you big bad guy, be careful," Dugu Xiaoyi’s heart immediately clenched. She "knew very well" the strength of the great villain Jun. At this moment, she almost stopped him from leaving. For this Tian Xuan, Dugu Xiaoyi worried deeply, even allowing an extremely selfish thought to surface: I’d rather not save Ling Meng, as long as you, Big Bad Guy, don't get hurt!

Jun Moye paused on the horse's back, not looking back. The fine steed neighed long and powerfully, rearing up and galloping away.

Dugu Xiaoyi's delicate body trembled. Sun Xiaomei slowly walked to her side, grasping her hand, and said gently, "Don't worry, he will be fine!"

"En, Sister Xiaomei... Am I being too much, forcing him like this? If he gets hurt, what will I do?" Dugu Xiaoyi asked distractedly, feeling bewildered and adrift.

"He won't be," Sun Xiaomei thought inwardly, "Where did you force him? If it weren't for Third Uncle Jun speaking up, even if you forced him ten thousand times, he wouldn't go if he didn't want to. So, you didn't force him at all, because with where you are now, you probably still can't force him."

But saying this would cause Dugu Xiaoyi too much pain, so Sun Xiaomei could only keep the thought confined to her mind.

In fact, from the moment Princess Ling Meng's entourage was attacked, followed by Ye Guhan's intervention, the fierce battle, the desperate struggle, right up until Ye Guhan was gravely wounded and dying, and Leng Jianhong and the others captured Princess Ling Meng—all of this had been watched secretly by one person.

This person was none other than that Mr. Wen, who was the other man in black that had accompanied Princess Ling Meng and the Empress of Tianxiang into the Aristocratic Hall earlier. The rules of the Aristocratic Hall only permitted the invitee to bring two people; Princess Ling Meng’s party of three only left one slot open, which was occupied by this Mr. Wen.

Mr. Wen not only possessed great status but also astonishing power; even someone like Hai Chenfeng would struggle to catch his notice. If he had been willing to intervene, the situation would naturally have been vastly different!

Unfortunately, he could not act!

Truthfully, Mr. Wen held a great deal of appreciation for someone as deeply passionate as Ye Guhan. Mr. Wen had wanted to step in several times just now to save Ye Guhan, but he consistently held back. This was solely because if he acted, the Emperor's plan to draw out that mysterious high-level expert using this incident would be utterly ruined.

That peak Heavenly Profound expert who had once saved Princess Ling Meng was a nightmare to the Empress of Tianxiang, for one simple reason: the Empress could absolutely not tolerate such a powerful figure existing within the borders of the Tianxiang Empire outside of her direct line of sight.

If this person were merely a hermit, that would be one thing, but since he was connected to Ling Meng, it meant he was involved in royal conflict! Having such a powerful figure involved in imperial disputes was certainly not a good thing! Therefore, the Empress of Tianxiang could not tolerate this person's existence!

Even if the intention was benevolent, one had to know exactly who this person was! And what their identity was, to feel truly at ease.

It was the same for that mysterious peak Heavenly Profound expert, and the same for the other nightmare, the mysterious controller behind the Aristocratic Hall!

For the first time in his life, Mr. Wen felt utterly conflicted!

Watching Ye Guhan lie silently on the ground with barely any sign of life, even the composed Mr. Wen nearly ground his teeth to dust! Such a fine man, gone just like that! And he had even expended his final thread of strength and last bit of life for the sake of the Royal Princess, yet he, who clearly could have helped her, could only watch powerlessly!

Conscience?! What justification?!

But Princess Ling Meng had already been taken away; regardless of the reason, the mysterious peak Heavenly Profound expert absolutely had to be drawn out, and Princess Ling Meng absolutely could not come to harm!

This was the Emperor's solemn instruction!

But what about the barely breathing Ye Guhan?!

Mr. Wen had no choice. Even with immense reluctance, he spared a sorrowful glance at the solitary Ye Guhan on the ground, sighed helplessly, and shot up, pursuing the direction taken by the black-clad, masked figures who had seized Princess Ling Meng.

The moment he launched himself into the air, the wind hitting his face made him realize something! A realization, or perhaps it was the fact that drawing out that mysterious sign could reveal who was targeting Princess Ling Meng and attempting to stir up trouble; but, based on his understanding of the Emperor, His Majesty might very well have other personal motives!

Although he had never explicitly stated them, nor felt comfortable doing so, Mr. Wen clearly understood that Ye Guhan’s existence had always been a persistent worry, a profound source of anxiety, for the wise and mighty Emperor.

No man could tolerate another man staring covetously at his wife day after day for decades, and even harboring such thoughts in one's heart was unacceptable! The Emperor was also a man, and his possessiveness would only be stronger, never weaker than anyone else's.

Regardless of whether the other man had ever acted on his feelings, merely having the thought was a capital offense, a crime punishable by ten thousand deaths!

Therefore, Ye Guhan must die!

Apart from a few more pressing "genuine" objectives, this matter was essentially a scheme of the Emperor's to use another's hand to deliver death!

A setup destined for death!

No wonder the Princess’s guards were so weak and useless; no wonder His Majesty only permitted him to attempt to rescue the Princess and no one else; no wonder this area was practically under martial law... It all made sense now!

Mr. Wen couldn't help but admire the Emperor. As the ruler of a nation, his foresight, the precision of his planning, and the meticulousness of his thoughts were beyond his own reach, even the ruthlessness of his scheming—

Keeping a deliberate distance behind the three figures ahead, Mr. Wen found it difficult to articulate the exact mixture of feelings churning within him at this moment.

Jun Moye rode his horse out, traveling swiftly. He quickly rounded several street corners, whipped the steed hard a few more times, and galloped like an arrow loosed from a bow. Soon, white foam was bubbling from the fine horse's mouth. The great expert Jun, seeing that no one was around, suddenly tightened his legs. He threw the reins loose. At the same moment, the figure of the great master Jun vanished from the horse's back with startling suddenness...

As he disappeared, the fine steed neighed long and stopped dead. The reins Jun Moye had tossed happened to wrap twice around a small tree by the roadside.

When doing something, either don't do it at all, or if you decide to, be swift, decisive, and give it your all!

This had always been the operating principle of the great assassin Jun. Any matter was resolved in the mere flash of a thought—

If he had decided not to save Ling Meng, then even if she were sliced into a thousand pieces before his eyes, the great assassin Jun would have watched with utter detachment, perhaps offering only a couple of critiques about sloppy knife work or insufficient sharpness; but since he had decided to save her, then not a single hair on the head of Princess Ling Meng could be harmed. If he was to save her, it had to be a complete success with no losses.

His powerful spiritual sense instantly swept out in an overwhelming tide, like a meteor crashing into the ocean, raising monumental waves that rolled out limitlessly in all directions, covering the wilderness.

With Yin-Yang Evasion fully engaged, the speed of the great master Jun now increased several times over his normal Heng Feng speed. Within the ethereal void, he flickered suddenly to the left, then to the right; although no one could witness this mysterious scene, the young master Jun felt incomparably exhilarated at this moment!

Since opening the second level of the Hong Jun Pagoda, the great master Jun had unexpectedly discovered that his control over the Yin-Yang Evasion was becoming increasingly adept and effortless. Especially when unleashing it fully and without reservation in this Tian Xuan stage, it gave Jun Moye an even stronger feeling of having completely merged with heaven and earth, a state of transcendence, as if in the vast universe, wherever his thought willed him to go, he could instantly be there—

The Primal Creation Technique within his body flowed like a dam bursting on the Yangtze River, surging ceaselessly and providing infinite power. The immense spiritual energy within the Hong Jun Pagoda slowly seeped out, being absorbed to sustain the operation of the Primal Creation Technique without the slightest hindrance; and through the operation of the Primal Creation Technique within his body, it continuously absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, replenishing the Hong Jun Pagoda...

Everything seemed to form a cycle, an exceptionally perfect cycle!

No wonder Jun Moye recalled that in his previous life, whether it was Daoist or Buddhist teachings, someone had once proposed that life is a bitter sea, and the human body is the only raft to cross that sea!

Jun Moye felt this statement fit his current situation perfectly!

The great master Jun wished he could remain in this miraculous state for a longer time; this state was a transcendent realm that was truly rare and sought after. Unfortunately,...

How could reality always grant one's wishes!

Suddenly, abnormal movement appeared ahead!

Jun Moye zipped silently across dozens of zhang, leaving behind a slowly rotating, pointed vortex in the ethereal air... which slowly settled down.

Ahead, three figures were constantly changing direction, fleeing out of the city in a flash. Their movements were agile and rapid, and their movement techniques were even more fluid. Moreover, it was clear that the spiritual senses of these three were all quite powerful; if there were people ahead, these three would certainly avoid them in advance. Along this path, they encountered absolutely no one else besides ordinary citizens.

And given their speed, ordinary people couldn't detect them at all; at most, they would only feel a sudden gust of wind brush past them, leaving no trace whatsoever!