"Look at this." The zuzong pointed to his eyes.
As he spoke, his eyes closed slightly, then opened again, turning blood red, the three tomoe in his pupils rotating counter-clockwise.
Dian Qing, bewildered, instinctively looked into the zu zong's eyes, their gazes meeting.
"Illusion Technique—Sharingan."
As the zuzong cast the illusion, many memories that weren't originally his flooded Dian Qing's mind.
From Wei Yong using his daughter Wei Qianqian and their child to threaten Xuan Jian into eliminating his political enemies, to the death of Dian Qing's master, to Wei Yong's deal with Yan Ri, and so on, the zuzong transmitted these events to Dian Qing based on his past life's memories.
In the illusion, Dian Qing felt as if days and nights had passed, while in reality only a second had gone by.
"This is—" Dian Qing exclaimed in shock; everything in the illusion was truly horrifying. He hadn't expected that the seemingly high-ranking and loyal Grand Minister of Works of Wei was actually a treacherous and cunning villain. Because Xuan Jian had fallen in love with his daughter, Wei Qianqian, he had ordered Xuan Jian to eliminate his opponents in court who held opposing views.
The zuzong smiled faintly and said, "Whether it's true or false, only you can judge for yourself."
At the same time, Wei Yong couldn't hold back any longer. Although the clan patriarch had only exchanged a few words and hadn't revealed himself as the murderer, Dian Qing's reaction clearly showed that he knew something.
Wei Yong gritted his teeth and said, "Fire arrows! Shoot these traitors to death!"
With Wei Yong's command, thousands of arrows rained down from the city walls, striking the clan patriarch, Wei Qianqian, and Xuan Jian.
Wei Qianqian immediately shielded the injured Xuan Jian, prompting the clan patriarch to sigh, "True love!"
The zuzong slowly raised his right hand. "Blue Silver Emperor—Open!"
In the next instant, a deep blue light surged, and a cluster of deep blue Blue Silver Emperors suddenly grew from his palm. Each blade of grass looked as thick as a child's arm, covered with strange patterns.
Milky white light emanated from the zuzong's body, and the deep blue Blue Silver Emperors seemed to be stimulated, suddenly enlarging and becoming as thick as a bowl in the blink of an eye, resembling a vine covered with black scales. The strange patterns shimmered with a faint light, coiling around the zu zong's body like dozens of large snakes.
In the blink of an eye, they tightly enveloped the zuzong, Xuan Jian, and Wei Qianqian. As for Dian Qing, he possessed the armor-clad martial arts, and the clan leader didn't bother with him; what if he attacked him?
A rain of arrows shot against the barrier formed by the Blue Silver Emperors, sparking fiercely as they rubbed against the black scales. The arrows either broke, snapped, or bounced away, but the three clan leaders were unharmed.
The zuzong looked at Xuan Jian and Wei Qianqian, "I'll send you away from Wei!"
"Thank you very much, benefactor." Xuan Jian nodded; the power the zuzong displayed was almost beyond his comprehension.
Wei Qianqian, however, looked worried, glancing at Xuan Jian, "But what about our child?"
"That's easy, I'll see this through." Before the words were even finished, the clan leader instantly appeared before Wei Yong, and before he could react, punched him in the stomach, subduing him, and then brought him before Wei Qianqian. The
surrounding soldiers were completely ignored by the zuzong, looking utterly dumbfounded.
Wei Yong clutched his stomach, vomiting large amounts of bile, and knelt on the ground, pleading with Wei Qianqian, "Daughter, save me!"
Zu Zong glanced at Wei Yong, thinking how shameless he was, and kicked him hard in the backside with his size 40 foot. "Stop talking nonsense, tell me, where did you take her child?"
Wei Yong narrowed his eyes. He had initially thought the other party was going to kill him outright. So, they wanted him to hand over the child? That made things much easier. For a politician like him, as long as he had leverage, nothing was a problem. Wei Yong
said, "Unless you agree to one thing." Zu Zong
kicked him in the backside again. This old man was cunning; listening to him never led to anything good. Besides, Zu Zong didn't have much time to haggle with the other party; almost a third of the one-hour deadline had passed. He had originally intended to let him go, but since that was the case, he might as well let him die. He grabbed Wei Yong, lifted him up like a chick, and placed him in front of him. Activating his Sharingan, he met Wei Yong's gaze, and Wei Yong immediately fell into a genjutsu.
The zuzong said calmly, "Tell me, where did you put the child?"
Wei Yong, his eyes glazed over, replied expressionlessly, "The child is here."
Then, the zuzong looked at Dian Qing beside him, "Brother Dian Qing, I'm taking them to rescue the child. As for your questions, go ask this old bastard yourself! The illusion will automatically dissipate in half an hour."
Dian Qing nodded, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Thank you—"
As he spoke, the zuzong gathered his soul power beneath his feet, carrying the injured Xuan Jian and Wei Qianqian towards the child's hiding place. As for Wei Yong, he would be killed by Wei Wuji in the future anyway, so it didn't matter whether he died sooner or later.
Ten minutes later, by the lake where Xuan Jian and Wei Qianqian fell in love in the original story.
Looking at Wei Qianqian, Xuan Jian, and the rescued child, a happy family of three, the zu zong's face behind his mask revealed a knowing smile. Perhaps this could be considered a way of making up for a great regret from his previous life!
Immediately afterward, the zuzong circulated his soul power, gathering it in his palm. A blue silver vine shot out from his right palm, reaching deep into the lake to retrieve the black sword. He then reached into the air and retrieved the white sword from his system space.
Looking at the black and white swords in his hands, he casually swung them a few times. Even the usually composed Zuzong couldn't help but admire them; they were indeed two fine swords.
"What are your plans after this?" the zuzong asked Xuan Jian and Wei Qianqian.
Xuan Jian looked at Wei Qianqian. Having survived the ordeal and now reunited with his family, he had no other desires. "I want to take Qianqian and the child and live a quiet life, under assumed names."
Wei Qianqian echoed, "Wherever my husband goes, I will go."
"What will you do if the Luo Wang organization comes after you?" The clan leader shook his head. With the Luo Wang's methods, they could quickly find their whereabouts. Wouldn't his rescue have been in vain? The clan leader was well aware of the organization's ruthlessness.
"This—" Xuan Jian's face stiffened. He knew this organization very well; he himself was the number one assassin of the Luo Wang (Net of Heaven). He might not be afraid if he were found, but Wei Qianqian and the child would likely be doomed.
The zu zong's eyes darted around. If there was one place that was absolutely safe right now, it was Guiguzi's place in Yunmeng Mountain. He could also visit the young uncle and his second uncle; they should still be studying at Guiguzi, though he'd probably have to persuade them.
The zuzong said, "I do have a good place I can take you there."