"Chu Liang has appeared, do you still want to kill him?"
The short sentence instantly made Yan Shouyi's breathing quicken.
He couldn't help but recall the night Zou Xiazi died, the many regrets, and Chu Liang's overbearing arrogance.
He had never wanted to lay hands on someone so much.
"Do you want to kill him?" Yan Chou said on the phone, "We've tracked his whereabouts. He's an important member of the new Xuan Shan Sect. Even if you don't kill him, we will send someone to kill him sooner or later."
Yan Shouyi said in a deep voice, "Hand him over to us."
"That's my son, Yan Chou!"
Yan Chou seemed very satisfied with Yan Shouyi's decision. He said, "This is a good opportunity to test the improvements San Long and La Li Tou have made to you over the past half month."
Testing his improved strength wasn't the most important thing. Yan Shouyi simply wanted to eliminate Chu Liang, the troublemaker, and avenge Zou Xiazi.
Yan Shouyi asked, "Where will he appear?"
"It's a long story. I'll leave out the unimportant details and give you a general idea."
Yan Chou paused and said,
"The old Xuan Shan Sect was composed of members from folk sects and runaway disciples from major sects. There was once a member who was a descendant of illusionists. His illusionary arts were superb, specializing in deception. Deception, not illusions. Everything they made you see was real, but you just couldn't perceive it."
"Due to the special skills of the illusionists, they had almost no combat ability and mostly carried out undercover missions. They were also the most important members of the old Xuan Shan Sect's intelligence network. After the old Xuan Shan Sect disbanded and the new Xuan Shan Sect was established, their primary goal was to capture the illusionist and interrogate him for information about the old Xuan Shan Sect."
"From what I know, the illusionist who was with us back then has passed away from illness. He passed on all his skills and the intelligence he possessed to his disciple, who is a young illusionist. Three days ago, this illusionist contacted us, saying he was being chased by the new Xuan Shan Sect and needed our support."
"And according to our intelligence, the person chasing this illusionist is precisely Chu Liang!"
"The illusionist will appear tomorrow night in a teahouse within Wuyi Mountain. Chu Liang will likely appear there as well, so if you want to kill Chu Liang, tomorrow night is the best opportunity."
After listening to Yan Chou's explanation, Yan Shouyi already had a general plan in mind.
What surprised him was the existence of this young illusionist.
Before Western magicians had entered China, China was the domain of illusionists. Illusionists possessed numerous illusionary arts and profound mysteries. While traveling the martial world, they left behind many legends.
For example, their ultimate skill, the "Immortal Rope," remains unbroken to this day. Yan Shouyi's grandfather said that a skilled illusionist could throw a bundle of Immortal Rope into the sky, and it would seem to be tied to the firmament. The illusionist could then climb thousands of meters into the sky along the rope!
As for "swallowing swords," "breaking stone with the chest," "piercing with a long spear," and "three immortals returning to the cave," these were the most basic skills of an illusionist, yet they are still praised today.
"Dad, I understand. We'll handle the illusionist. I'll go notify everyone and prepare to set off for Wuyi Mountain."
Yan Chou reminded him, "Chu Liang is also a paper figure, and Agong by your side is also one."
"I understand. I'll go find Agong."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Shouyi frowned.
Wuyi Mountain is located in the northwest of Jianzhou Province, very close to Chenjia Village. Driving there would take more than four hours, while taking a high-speed train would only take an hour and a half. Thus, he still had plenty of time to plan.
San Long and La Li Tou had just left, so they couldn't help with killing Chu Liang this time. He would have to rely on himself.
Both Chu Liang and Agong were paper figures. Yan Shouyi was unsure if they had any connection. What if Agong was unwilling to deal with Chu Liang?
"Zhao Yiyao," Yan Shouyi called out.
Zhao Yiyao, who was standing by, glared at Yan Shouyi. "What?"
"Go inform everyone that we will gather at the West Lake Villa in two hours."
Zhao Yiyao was stunned. "Get lost. Do you really think I'm your maid?"
"Girls shouldn't speak so rudely. It's good enough that I haven't asked you to serve me in bed," Yan Shouyi retorted.
Zhao Yiyao was startled and immediately dared not to cross Yan Shouyi anymore.
"Wait," Yan Shouyi suddenly called out.
"What is it now?"
"Call Agong and Wang Jiwang over."
"Okay."
Zhao Yiyao agreed reluctantly, stomped her foot, and left.
Yan Shouyi had his own way of dealing with this tough northeastern woman. This girl clearly responded to assertiveness and wasn't easily offended. Even if Yan Shouyi yelled at her, she wouldn't take it to heart.
After all, both sides understood that the Zhao family was unconditionally obeying Yan Shouyi. Even Zhao Yiyao's Yellow Great Immortal, Huang Si Pi, had been instructed by Zhao Zhenghao to obey Yan Shouyi's commands and even control Zhao Yiyao if necessary.
Therefore, Zhao Yiyao had no capital to resist Yan Shouyi.
Not long after, Agong and Wang Jiwang arrived. Both felt strange, wondering why Yan Shouyi wanted to see them alone.
Yan Shouyi got straight to the point. "Paper figure Chu Liang has appeared."
Both froze simultaneously, their footsteps rooted to the spot.
Wang Jiwang's breathing quickened, his fists clenched, and he asked in a deep voice, "When and where?"
"Tomorrow night, in a teahouse in Wuyi Mountain."
Wang Jiwang turned to leave, as if to get his cleaver and chop Chu Liang.
Yan Shouyi stopped him. "Don't rush. You can't deal with Chu Liang alone. I will gather everyone tonight, and we will all go to Wuyi Mountain together."
"Okay."
Wang Jiwang was also very rational and immediately agreed.
Then Yan Shouyi looked at Agong. "Agong, you are also a paper figure. Do you know Chu Liang?"
As expected, Agong nodded. Unfortunately, he wore a mask, and Yan Shouyi couldn't discern his attitude towards Chu Liang.
Agong was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice:
"Chu Liang is my senior brother."
Yan Shouyi and Wang Jiwang looked surprised. "Then you two..."
Agong pointed to the mask on his face with a wry smile. "You should know about the burn scars on my face, right? That was caused by Chu Liang pushing my head into a fire pit when I was four years old. I almost died that time. Although I survived, I was left with such shocking scars on my face. The reason I didn't let Old Jin help me recover was simply to remind myself of what Chu Liang did to me, to remember this hatred!!"
So Agong also had a grudge against Chu Liang.
Yan Shouyi felt relieved. This made things easier.
If they weren't enemies, Yan Shouyi would probably feel guilty towards Agong for killing Chu Liang tomorrow.
Agong gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Although Chu Liang is my senior brother, his actions are an abomination to gods and men. He and I have long been irreconcilable. I just haven't found an opportunity to kill him. If you are going to kill Chu Liang, I am willing to join, as a way to avenge myself!!"