Taiyi Dao Fruit

Taiyin's Clarity, Heaven's Loftiness, two different moods presented themselves in his heart, Jiang Li felt himself as if split into two parts.

One part, cold and secluded, his heart as clear as ice.

Another part, majestic and transcending, extraordinary and unworldly.

Different moods, different senses, caused his Innate Qi to manifest in different forms.

His Innate Qi was like a stream of clear water, transforming into whatever it mixed with. Now, with the two moods intertwining in Jiang Li's heart, his Innate Qi also transformed accordingly, retaining both Taiyin and Heaven within his body.

Then, suddenly, everything before his eyes stilled, but when the two currents collided, it was a one-sided tendency.

The fluctuations that cleansed the space met with frost, leaving wavy ice marks suspended mid-air and, in the blink of an eye, the hues of cold stillness seemed poised to cover all directions.

Clearly, there was a disparity between trump cards, Elder Tianxuan's strength far surpassed that of the one who left a trump card for Ming Yang, leading to a scenario where, when both sides unleashed their powerful moves, Jiang Li won decisively.

"Not good."

Seeing this, Ji Chengye couldn't help but tighten his pupils; then, his body emitted a majestic yellow light, a vast and towering mountain's phantom suddenly condensed, suppressing the Taiyin's ghostly waves.

Upon contact, the phantom solidified, showing frosty colors, and the Taiyin's ghostly waves also began to delay.

"Go."

Jiang Li's gaze was serene, he retreated like the wind, his Innate Qi transforming into a Dragon Claw, grabbing Jiang Zhaoren, who had his limbs disabled, and then he moved next to Gongsun Qingyue.

"Tell Jiang Wuming if he wants his son to live, he has to come find me himself."

After saying this, a streak of sword light soared, carrying Jiang Li and Gongsun Qingyue, with Jiang Zhaoren dangling below, breaking through the air.

Meanwhile, the chilling hues continued to spread through the Jiang Mansion, from the main hall to the rear compound, and into the garden, nearly two miles in area of the Jiang Mansion was encased in ice, engulfing the gathered soldiers, every servant and family member into ice statues.

The dawn's sun, as it shone over this site, also turned dim, as if its brilliance was absorbed.

After a long time, within the main hall, an ice mountain quietly collapsed, transforming into wisps of cold air that dissipated, Ji Chengye and Ming Yang, looking at the deathly still mansion, both revealed a trace of lucky expressions.

"Puh—"

Ming Yang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which instantly froze when it hit the ground.

[Poverty and Humility Cannot Be Moved]allowed him not to be affected by the surging blood temporarily, but the injuries that should be taken were still inevitable, just not immediately erupting.

"Jiang Li really is formidable; I underestimated him," Ming Yang wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, saying with a bitter smile, "What's more unexpected is the strength of that Elder Tianxuan from the Dinghu Sect. That move is passed down by the Master of the Imperial College, yet it was still no match for the move left by Elder Tianxuan."

The Master of the Imperial College is a third-rank strong person, and that move was created by a third-rank, yet when colliding with the move left by Elder Tianxuan, it showed a one-sided tendency.

Thus, by the end, trading two moves for one, the purpose of exchanging moves was achieved, yet the outcome was still a loss.

Given the strength that Jiang Li had shown, he could at least withstand one more move, meaning even after today's exchange of a trump card, at the very least, Jiang Li still had another card up his sleeve. Furthermore, Gongsun Qingyue should also have a trump card; however, she was restricted by an alliance from striking against Jiang Wuming, so there was no need to worry.

Unless Jiang Wuming, risking backlash, struck at Gongsun Qingyue first.

Right, the alliance...

Ji Chengye's mind flashed, recalling the recent events.

Jiang Li's deadly move had also affected Ji Chengye, but judging from Jiang Li's expression, it didn't look like he had suffered any backlash.

Even if it hadn't threatened his life, there should have been some backlash, yet Jiang Li showed no signs of injury whatsoever.

'Is it because the technique originates from that person, or is it because ... Jiang Li has been recognized as one of our clan's own?' Ji Chengye thought, a shiver of alarm finally surfacing in his heart.

If that were the case, did Elder Tianxuan know about it?

If she did know, what exactly was she thinking, creating such a double-edged sword?

If this speculation were true, Jiang Li would have the right to strike first against members of the Ji Family; they could only retaliate after he had made a move, otherwise they would suffer a backlash.

In that situation, they would be far too passive.

"It was originally just a casual attempt to help Brother Yun control Jiang Li, but it ended up revealing so much."

With a soft sigh, Ji Chengye reached into his sleeve, drew out a jade seal, infused it with True Qi, and called out, "Where is the Governor of Fufeng County?"

A white vapor rose from the ground, revealing the cold figure of Jiang Zhihuan, Fufeng County's Governor.

This man had fled underground without hesitation upon seeing Ming Yang reveal his trump card; although he was still affected, his life was not in danger.

"Jiang Zhihuan greets the Upper Envoy," Jiang Zhihuan bowed deeply.

"Governor Jiang, deliver a message for me to Lord Cui," Ji Chengye looked at Jiang Zhihuan, his voice stern, "Ask Lord Cui to take Jiang Zhaoren's life."

"This!" Jiang Zhihuan exclaimed in shock, "Such actions might cause backlash for both Lord Cui and the Upper Envoy..."

"It doesn't matter. 'Jiang Zhaoren' is a small character, both Lord Cui and I can bear the consequences," Ji Chengye said indifferently, "Even if there is backlash, it will not be a major concern."

The backlash of a vow depends on the importance of the victim; otherwise, the Jiang family or the Ji Family could simply exchange any marginal figure for the other's leader.

Compared to Jiang Li, who had awakened the Divine Farmer's appearance and possessed legitimate lineage, Jiang Zhaoren's backlash was practically negligible.

However, the continuous reaction from taking Jiang Zhaoren's life was not trivial.

'While the Qi Mountain Jiang Family had moved some of their clan members earlier, the main members were still in Jiang Mansion; now, with most of the people in Jiang Mansion either dead or injured, and Jiang Zhaoyi gone, Jiang Wuming has only one son left.'

Eyes lowered in contemplation, Ji Chengye calculated, 'If Jiang Zhaoren also dies, Jiang Wuming will be alone, completely exposed.'

Jiang Zhaoren had become Jiang Li's hostage; if Jiang Wuming had any humanity left, he would attempt to rescue Jiang Zhaoren.

Considering Jiang Li's demonstrated cunning and adaptability, Ji Chengye did not have high hopes for Jiang Wuming.

If that was the situation, it would be up to him to give Jiang Wuming a hand.

To loosen the shackles of Jiang Zhaoren, forcing Jiang Wuming into a death fight with Jiang Li.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhihuan, standing by, also thought of this possibility. Even with his long experience in officialdom and his betrayal of the Jiang family, he couldn't help but shudder at this moment.

It was too cruel.

As the Governor of Fufeng County, he had clashed with Jiang Wuming quite a few times and knew that although the man had a ruthless side, he still held deep affection for his kin.

With Jiang Wuye and Jiang Zhaoyi already lost at Jiang Li's hands, if Jiang Zhaoren also "died" at Jiang Li's hands, Jiang Wuming might go mad.

"Yes, this servant understands," Jiang Zhihuan managed to keep his composure and replied respectfully.