Chapter 869
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"What about the one who is supported by the palace?"
"He won't come out either; the founding emperor had an alliance with the Zhang family."
Seeing that they were still determined to find extraordinary individuals, Chen Huai bluntly stated, "If we can find Pan Yun, they can find a great lama with eight junior lamas; if we find the ancestor of the Zhang family, who knows what kind of people they can find? These people alone may not be able to defeat a thousand troops, but one person can kill a hundred or a thousand people at will. Aren't the lives of those hundred or a thousand people also lives?"
Chen Huai said, "When cultivators fight, the soldiers will be affected, and no one can stop them. Moreover, it is not a good thing to drag those people into the secular war. None of us can control them."
They were able to accept Pan Yun because she was loyal to the emperor and loved her country, and also because her father and brothers were still alive and she had a deep affection for them.
Otherwise, no matter how anxious they were, they wouldn't have thought of involving her.
Everyone thought about it and agreed, so they had no choice but to give up the idea.
Pan Yun was more seriously injured than they had expected. She didn't wake up until noon the next day. As soon as she woke up, she vomited large amounts of blood, which chilled Kuang Ye and the others to the bone.
Pan Yun coughed up blood as if it were water. After vomiting, her face turned pale and she said, "I need to go into seclusion to heal my injuries."
Kuang Ye and the others dared not ask any more questions and nodded repeatedly in agreement.
As soon as the door closed, Miaozhen turned to look at Pan Yun.
Pan Yun vomited out all the stagnant blood in her body, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed her eyes to cultivate, and only opened her eyes after a long time.
Miaozhen poured out a pill for her.
Pan Yun glanced at it and shook her head: "This is your life-saving medicine, take it yourself."
"But you..."
Pan Yun smiled and said, "My injury isn't as serious as you think."
Miaozhen watched her quietly.
Pan Jun avoided her gaze, glanced around the room, and asked, "Where's Pan Xiaohei?"
Miaozhen went to the windowsill and pulled the listless Pan Xiaohei out to her.
Pan Jun reached out and hugged it, stroked it, and sighed, "You've worked hard."
Pan Xiaohei didn't even have the energy to roll his eyes anymore. He lay listlessly on her lap with his eyes half-closed.
Miaozhen silently placed the medicine box beside Pan Jun and said, "Third Uncle and Fourth Uncle have sent a message."
Pan Yun, who had already closed her eyes, immediately opened them upon hearing this: "Where's the letter?"
Miaozhen handed her the letter.
Pan Yun opened the letter and quickly scanned it: "Has anyone read this letter?"
Miaozhen: "I'm all alone."
Upon opening the letter, she immediately sensed something was amiss and put it away, not showing it to anyone.
Pan Yun crumpled the letter into a ball, and a white flame silently rose up, burning the letter to ashes in a short while.
Miao Zhen was slightly taken aback. She had also checked Pan Yun's pulse, and he was indeed seriously injured. There was not a trace of qi in his dantian and meridians. How could this be...?
Pan Yun rubbed off the ash, looked up at Miao Zhen, and smiled: "Miao Zhen..."
Miaozhen shuddered: "Just give the order directly, don't call me that."
Pan Jun then stopped smiling and asked Miao Zhen to stay in the room for her: "No one is allowed to come in for the next three days, and no one is allowed to know that I am not here."
Miao Zhen responded.
Pan Yun said in a deep voice, "This is not an easy matter."
Miaozhen: "Even if the sky falls, I won't let anyone in."
Pan Jun was satisfied. He closed his eyes to cultivate and quietly left when it got dark, without disturbing anyone.
Outside Datong City, it was pitch black, and the night wind was strong, making one feel chilly. Pan Yun jumped out of the Three Treasures Cauldron, casually hung the shrunken cauldron on his waist, and looked around curiously.
A man got up from the grass and silently watched her.
Their eyes met, and they both fell silent for a moment.
Pan Yun: "Fourth Senior Sister, how did you get hurt? Where is Third Senior Brother?"
It mysteriously turned and went downhill.
Pan Yun immediately followed, walked to a sheltered spot, and found a dug-out hole with a person sitting cross-legged inside.
Pan Yun: "...How come Third Senior Brother is more seriously injured than you?"
Xuanmiao casually picked up a bundle from Tao Ji's side and tossed it to her: "Here's what you wanted."
Pan Jun looked at her expectantly.
Xuanmiao walked to an open space, and a sharp whistle rang out. A short while later, the sound of flapping wings came from the air.
Pan Jun looked up and saw a dark shadow swooping down from the dim sky. As it got closer, the pale moonlight shone on it, casting a huge shadow.
It flapped its wings at low altitude, and the wind it exhaled stung people's faces. Pan Yun's hair was blown backward, and she felt a pulling pain as if it wanted to be pulled off the back of her head.
She squinted and saw it fold its wings and land on the ground, its black bean-like eyes looking at her intently, and it even tilted its head.
Pan Jun blinked: "I think I've seen this bird before."
Xuanmiao glanced at her and said, "You mean Ming San's black bird? They are brothers; this was just the one Ming Yi used to have."
Pan Yun: "...I didn't expect my brother to use the brother bird. Senior sister, wasn't Mingyi killed by you guys long ago? Was this bird still alive at that time?"
Xuanmiao: "It runs fast, and besides, it's just a monster. I don't need to mess with it."
Pan Yun examined her injuries: "These injuries are..."
“It was left behind when I broke into the Mingying Sect,” Xuanmiao glanced at her. “Didn’t you want to make it flawless? Esen relied heavily on the lamas and knew a lot about the affairs of cultivators. The Mingying Sect had close ties with various Oirat tribes on the grasslands. It not only had close ties with Esen, but also with several of his generals, including the Arazhiyuan you mentioned in your letter.”
Xuanmiao gestured for her to look at the bundle on the ground: "The bundle contains the clothes and accessories of the tribe where Alazhiyuan is from. Tao Ji went to great lengths to obtain them."
Pan Yun frowned in distress: "Isn't this framing too obvious?"
Xuanmiao remained expressionless: "As long as it works, that's fine. Didn't you say that Esen and Arazhiyuan have a conflict of interest and are only superficially friendly? Maybe Esen just needs an excuse?"
Pan Yun: "But will the imperial court believe it?"
"Whether they believe it or not, as long as they don't know it's you and can't find any evidence against you, that's fine."
Pan Jun thought about it and agreed. No matter what they thought or guessed, as long as they couldn't guess it was her, that was fine.
Pan Yun stuffed the bundle into her spatial storage, and when she looked at the big black bird again, her expression changed, and a warm smile appeared on her face.
The big black bird shivered under that gaze and couldn't help but chirp.
Pan Yun has a natural talent for communicating with animals. Hearing this, she smiled and said gently, "Don't be afraid, I'm a good person."
The blackbird looked at her disdainfully, then chirped twice: "Don't think I don't understand. You just said you killed my brother."
Pan Yun: "Do you birds also value blood ties and family relationships?"
The big black bird fell silent. It didn't really have much affection for its brother, but even so, it was still better than it was for other birds.
However, it did not resent Pan Yun; big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp.
They eat people, and it's normal for people to eat them. If they lose, they lose. They're not like humans at all; they're hypocritical and always trying to get revenge.
The third brother couldn't beat Pan Yun because he was less skilled; if he died, he died. The third brother's priority was to survive. (End of Chapter)