The Empress's No.1 Lackey

Chapter 1038 - 577: Want to Kill Them? Have You Asked Me First?

Will using the Wild God against the Divine be effective?

Zhao Douan was not entirely sure, but this was the only method he could think of under his current circumstances.

Soon, as the "Ghost Carriage" carried the four people in a "Fake Death" state and rushed toward the southwest, this supernatural pursuit journey began anew.

Four hours later, Xu Jingtang had not appeared.

Eight hours later, Xu Jingtang still had not appeared.

This result made Zhao Douan and the others incredibly delighted, evidently, this method indeed had an effect.

However, just when everyone thought they had found a way to shake off Xu Jingtang, during one of their rest stops, Xu Jingtang caught up from behind, once again driving the Sorrow God.

No choice, Zhao Douan used his last chance of "teleportation" to escape.

The mana within the Banyan Leaf was exhausted, and everyone completely lost their life-saving trump card.

This also proved that while this method could extend the time before being caught, it still couldn’t completely sever the connection of the Sorrow God.

Thus.

With heavy hearts, everyone embarked on the escape journey again. Perhaps due to experience, or maybe the curse was fading over time, Xu Jingtang did not appear again on the following journey.

And with the speed of the Golden Horned Horse, after almost three days of running, they finally reached their destination.

"Ahead is Zhengyang Mountain!"

In Yunfu Road, in the wilderness, during a pause for rest, Zhao Douan and the others awoke from the "Dream Tower".

Yu Xiu used magic to pinpoint their location, and after comparing the map, she exclaimed with surprise.

The days of escaping showed a travel-worn fatigue on this Daoist woman’s face, but at this moment, her eyes finally shone with light.

"Have we reached?!"

Inside the carriage, Zhao Douan, Jin Jian, and Zhong Pan also showed expressions of joy.

They exchanged glances, seeing surprise in each other’s eyes.

Zhong Pan lifted the carriage curtain, jumped off the carriage, and the sunlight from outside made them squint their eyes.

Located in the south, Yunfu’s climate is humid. Even in late autumn, the climate here still feels like summer, with green trees everywhere, and clouds interwoven in the sky.

The warm, moist air filled Zhao Douan with energy. He leapt down from the carriage, holding a map, looking up to see a mountain peak rising ahead, nestled among green trees with a hint of structures on the mountain.

"Is this Zhengyang Mountain?" he murmured.

It was his first time at Yunfu Road, but unfortunately, they had no chance to appreciate the local customs due to the escape. The air felt warmer, almost like fleeing into the midsummer.

Yu Xiu also jumped off the carriage, smiling, "That’s right, there’s an academy on Zhengyang Mountain, with a history of several hundred years. The Zhengyang School’s scholars study there, and since the master wanted us to come here, there must be a reason."

Over the years, the female Daoist had traveled in Yunfu Road and was familiar with the area.

Zhao Douan also had acquaintances here, like his cheap disciple Mr. Zhengyang. He exhaled and said, "This whole journey, although we couldn’t observe much, the entire Yunfu Road seems to be much more peaceful. Xu Jingtang took his second son to the frontline, leaving the Princely Heir to hold the fort at Yunfu Road... At this time, the situation at Jingchuan City might not have been reported back yet, and it’s unclear how Huai River is doing, nor how many rebel troops in Yunfu have been withdrawn."

As the Grand Governor, Zhao Douan had been very anxious these days, worried about both the Divine pursuit and the situation at Jingchuan City.

"Let’s go, we are not far now, let’s get up the mountain in one go, delay could lead to changes." Zhao Douan collected his thoughts and spoke calmly.

Everyone nodded.

Zhong Pan hurriedly fed some forage to the Golden Horned Horse, allowing it a brief rest, and then they all got back on the carriage, heading toward Zhengyang Mountain.

After two days of frantic galloping, the Golden Horned Horse was about to be exhausted. It could no longer enter the "Ghost" state, but fortunately, the distance wasn’t too far anymore. Even pulling the carriage normally was much faster than ordinary carriages, and everyone’s excitement did not prompt them to enter the dreamscape.

Following the official road, they arrived at the foot of Zhengyang Mountain, only to their surprise, Zhao Douan saw a checkpoint had been set up at the mountain’s base.

The Yunfu Rebel Army had barricaded the road, and upon seeing the carriage approaching, a low-rank officer pressed the hilt of his blade, gesturing for them to stop.

Upon glimpsing the "Golden Horned Horse," the troop of soldiers were as if facing a formidable enemy, the atmosphere turning serious and murderous.

"Zhengyang Mountain has been sealed off, strictly prohibiting entry and exit. Who are you? State your names!" the officer demanded harshly.

Sealed off?

Zhao Douan was taken aback, signaled Zhong Pan to slow the carriage. When it stopped, he slightly lifted the curtain and frowned, "We are here to visit friends, have an appointment with Mr. Zhengyang. Who sealed the mountain?"

Hearing this, the officer’s expression changed, he quietly clenched the hilt, gesturing at the soldiers behind him.

Staring at Zhao Douan, he said in a deep voice, "The Zhengyang School is disseminating heresies, Prince Mu ordered them detained. Since you are acquainted with Zhengyang, get off quickly for questioning!"

Meanwhile, a dozen soldiers at the checkpoint slowly drew their swords, attempting to enclose the carriage in a fan shape.

Zhao Douan felt a chill in his heart, not wanting to waste time, he was about to take action when he first heard a low, sharp whistle by his ear.

The Green Jade Flying Sword shot out through the curtain, in an instant, traversing among the soldiers at near supersonic speed.

"Ah—"

The rebels barely had time to exclaim before corpses littered the ground.

Yu Xiu raised her hand, caught the returning Green Jade Flying Sword, her face cold, "No need for words, we’re in a hurry."

Zhao Douan looked at her with an odd expression and quipped, "Priest, taking action against rebels, doesn’t this violate your principles? The Heavenly Master Mansion priests don’t interfere in worldly power struggles."

He hadn’t forgotten that Yu Xiu was a particularly principled Daoist woman.