Imperial Cultivation

Ma Tianhe wore a troubled expression.

Of course, he knew that his request was making things difficult for Chu Zhiyuan.

But this secret agent leader was too important.

Many secret agents were only known to this leader. If this leader died, it would mean that these secret agents would also lose contact and be completely lost.

More importantly, this leader knew too many secrets of Da Jing.

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He also held the list of secret agents in Tianjing City and their contact methods.

Death would be troublesome, but the most terrifying thing was being captured alive by Da Meng.

If all the secrets were extracted, the entire Tianjing City's secret agents would be wiped out.

The accumulation of thousands of years would be destroyed in an instant, and the loss would be too great to accept.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "If he is really captured, without enough bargaining chips, we won't be able to get him back."

"Your Highness..." Ma Tianhe helplessly explained the severity of the situation.

Chu Zhiyuan said in surprise, "It's good that those secret agents have single-line contact, but there should be secret records, right? If something really happens, wouldn't they be abandoned?"

"If there were such secret records, only the leader would know,"

Chu Zhiyuan frowned: "This kind of secret record should be placed with the Emperor, or the Director of the Supervisory Division."

"As far as this humble one knows, there shouldn't be such secret records. He doesn't trust anyone, only himself."

"Do you think he is dead or alive?"

"It is very likely that he was captured by Da Meng, but hopefully, Da Meng doesn't know his true identity."

"Let's go, let's go to his house," Chu Zhiyuan said.

"Your Highness..." Ma Tianhe said: "The sooner the better."

"We'll know if he's dead or alive after seeing his house. If he's already dead, then there's no need to bother."

"... Yes." Ma Tianhe suppressed his anxiety and took out two masks from his sleeve, handing them to Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan took them, giving one to Zou Fang and keeping one for himself.

The three of them left the small courtyard and came to the main street of Sifang Hall.

The main street of Sifang Hall was guarded by the Imperial Guards, with one guard every three steps and a post every four steps.

After the three of them left the Sifang Hall Avenue, they plunged into the bustling crowd.

Then they put on their masks and separated.

Ma Tianhe walked alone, turned right into a small alley, went through the alley, then went around to another small alley and entered a mansion.

Chu Zhiyuan nodded.

A wily rabbit has three burrows. As the secret leader of Tianjing City, it was impossible for him to have only one residence.

The mask he wore was that of an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, which wouldn't attract attention.

Zou Fang was also a middle-aged man, with the same ordinary appearance, not attracting attention.

Even if these two faces were seen, it would be difficult to remember them.

Chu Zhiyuan closed his eyes.

Under the insight of his extrasensory perception, the entire courtyard was presented in his mind, from high to low, from outside to inside.

The footprints in the courtyard, all the traces, all the auras, faintly lingering.

Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes, entered the house, and felt a strand of hair from the pithead.

This strand of hair was long, thin, tough, and shimmering.

"This is..." Ma Tianhe was surprised.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "This is a woman's hair."

Ma Tianhe said, "Old Xu has a woman?"

"He doesn't have a woman?"

"Old Xu's wife is in Yujing City, and their relationship is extremely good."

"That's strange then." Chu Zhiyuan pinched the green silk between his fingers, closed his eyes, and pushed his extrasensory perception to the extreme.

"No way?" Ma Tianhe said in surprise, "Old Xu has another woman here? ... Is it to cover up his identity?"

Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes and took another strand of hair from the pithead.

This strand of hair was completely different from the previous one, thick, short, and slightly yellow.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them: "The person is still alive."

"Then can we find him?" Ma Tianhe asked quickly.

Chu Zhiyuan looked up at the east: "Let's go, let's go take a look."

The three of them tiptoed out of the mansion, entered the alley, and went back and forth, passing through one alley after another, occasionally coming out and entering the main road, walking through the bustling crowd.

Finally, they arrived outside the East City Gate, Chu Zhiyuan stopped and looked towards the official road to the east.

"Your Highness..." Ma Tianhe looked at Chu Zhiyuan curiously: "Not in the city?"

This was a bit strange.

If he was captured by Da Meng's Listening Rain Pavilion, he should be held in Tianjing City, not outside the city.

The most heavily guarded place was the Heavenly Prison of Da Meng's Ministry of Personnel, or the secret prison of the Listening Rain Pavilion.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Not in the city, the two of them are in the same place, let's go, let's go take a look."

Chu Zhiyuan continued forward, plunged into the nearby woods, and glided along the treetops.

Zou Fang and Ma Tianhe followed behind him.

They rushed out thirty miles in one breath and entered the mountainous area.

One mountain peak after another stood tall.

Chu Zhiyuan stopped halfway up a mountain peak and peered at the opposite mountain peak.

In the woods on the opposite mountain peak, there was a manor, hidden by the surrounding trees.

If you didn't look closely, you couldn't see this small manor from the foot or the top of the mountain.

"They are there." Chu Zhiyuan pursed his lips and chuckled, "Looks like he wasn't captured, but is hiding here himself."

He had previously seen two people's hair, and had a guess that the woman had captured Da Jing's secret agent leader, Xu Jingwen.

But he quickly overturned this guess.

After all, as Da Jing's secret agent leader, Xu Jingwen should have guards.

But in this small courtyard, there were no traces of guards, nor traces of fighting.

So Xu Jingwen was not captured by this woman.

That means the two of them left together and came to this mountain village.

As for why they came here, whether it was to avoid danger or something else, we'll have to see.

Ma Tianhe said, "Could it be that Old Xu discovered that he was exposed, so he quickly withdrew?"

Chu Zhiyuan was silent.

Ma Tianhe quickly said: "Your Highness, did I guess wrong? Did Old Xu encounter some trouble?"

"He's in a gentle embrace." Chu Zhiyuan said faintly: "I don't see that he's encountered any trouble, but... his confidante is no ordinary woman."

"Not ordinary?"

"A Grandmaster expert from the Phoenix Sword Sect," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Ma Tianhe was stunned, and said in confusion: "Old Xu found an expert from the Phoenix Sword Sect?"

He immediately frowned: "This..."

He immediately sensed something was wrong.

The Phoenix Sword Sect was one of the four major sects of Da Meng, the sect that Emperor Li Hongzhao came from.

The status of the disciples of the Phoenix Sword Sect was not comparable to the four major sects of Da Jing, comparable to the four great demon sects.

The disciples of the Phoenix Sword Sect were arrogant and looked down on everyone.

Xu Jingwen's identity in Tianjing City was just an ordinary merchant, how could he possibly charm a disciple of the Phoenix Sword Sect?

Don't be charmed by the female disciple of the Phoenix Sword Sect instead?

Thinking of this, his expression changed slightly: "Your Highness, Old Xu wouldn't mess around!"

Chu Zhiyuan said: "A gentle embrace is a hero's tomb, hopefully he won't mess around, let's go meet him."

"I'll go with you, Your Highness," Ma Tianhe said quickly.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "I'll bring him over."

His figure flickered and left.

A moment later, he came back again, carrying a burly middle-aged man in his hand.

This burly middle-aged man had a heroic appearance, a lion's nose and a wide mouth, and a righteous face.

Ma Tianhe greeted him.

The burly Xu Jingwen cupped his fists and smiled: "Master Ma, have you been well?"