Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Zhuo Yichen was once again escorted by his father and brother to where Hua Yu was. After arriving at the destination, his father and brother seemed particularly cautious and concerned, and began a long and detailed exhortation to him.

Zhuo Yixuan looked at his brother seriously and said, "Xiaochen, my father and I need to go to the Great Wilderness to assist the White Ze Goddess this time. It is hard to determine when we will return. Therefore, during this period of time, you must listen to the teachings of our ancestors and must not practice swordsmanship absent-mindedly. You must also eat on time and in moderation every day, and you must not be picky about your food, so as not to affect your physical development. If you want to go to Tiandu City for fun, remember to report to the ancestors first, and bring the group of guards that your good brother has carefully arranged for you. In addition, you must never leave the Cloud Light Sword, it is an important thing that can keep you safe!"

Zhuo Yixuan talked a lot, his words were like a string of cannonballs. However, for the young Zhuo Yichen, these earnest words were just as annoying as Tang Monk chanting a spell. His eyes were dull, staring blankly into the distance, listening in one ear and out the other, thinking to himself: "Why has my brother become so long-winded? He never chattered like this when he went out to exorcise demons in the past! This time, he is just going to help the White Ze Goddess, why does he talk as if we, father and son, are going to live in the wilderness forever and never come back."

"Yixuan, it's getting late. We have to set off quickly and head for the Great Wilderness." Zhuo's father couldn't stand Zhuo Yixuan nagging all the time, so he couldn't help but urge him.

After hearing what his father said, Zhuo Yixuan slowly turned around and looked in the direction of his father, saying, "Okay, father, don't worry, please wait a moment, let me say a few more words to my brother, and I will be here soon." After that, he paused for a moment, and then added, "Father, if you are in a hurry, you can lead the others to go first. As for me, after I have told my brother what to do here, I will catch up and meet you immediately."

Zhuo Yichen stood aside, staring at Zhuo Yixuan who was still chattering and had not yet finished his instructions, with a terrified expression on his face. He waved his hands and said loudly: "Oh, brother, don't worry! I know all these things in my heart. I will definitely practice the Bingyi sword technique seriously, and I will never be distracted or indecisive. And even if I really want to go out and have fun, dad and the others will definitely arrange someone to accompany me. How could they let me run around alone? So, brother, don't nag anymore, and catch up with dad and the others as soon as possible!" After that, Zhuo Yichen turned his head and glanced at the figure of Zhuo's father who was gradually walking away.

Although Zhuo Yichen has always been well protected by his father and brother Zhuo Yixuan, and even Hua Yu, Zhang Qiling and others have participated in it, hiding him deep in the boudoir, he is not completely ignorant of the outside world. In particular, Zhuo Yichen knows everything about the old enemy of the Demon Collection Division, Chongwu Camp.

It is said that the Chongwu Camp is determined to replace the Demon Collection Division and become a heroic organization in the eyes of the people. What is even more shocking is that the mastermind behind the Chongwu Camp is actually the powerful King Xiang!

Every time Zhuo Yichen sneaked out of the house and went to Qingfeng Tower to taste the delicious Yulutuan, he would always overhear some gossip about this incident in the private room. Those fragments of information were like puzzle pieces, gradually piecing together the general outline of the whole incident.

At this moment, Zhuo Yixuan was looking at his lovely brother in disappointment, because his brother kept urging him to catch up with his father. Zhuo Yichen looked at his brother's reluctant face and couldn't help but wonder: Did I do something wrong? Should I go up and comfort my brother?

Just as Zhuo Yichen was hesitating whether to speak, he suddenly felt a slight sound of footsteps coming from behind him. He turned around and saw a maid quietly coming to his side.

The maid handed over something respectfully and said, "Mr. Zhuo, this is something that Young Master Hua asked me to pass on to you. He also specifically told me that you and Master Zhuo will encounter a great disaster this year. If you can get through it safely, everything will go smoothly from now on; but if you unfortunately fail to get through this, I'm afraid..." At this point, the maid paused slightly, as if she found it difficult to speak.

Zhuo Yixuan certainly understood the meaning of the maid's hesitation. This monster hunting operation was a secret mission that they deliberately concealed from Zhuo Yichen. The reason was that the goddess Bai Ze sent an urgent message: Li Lun, one of the great monsters in the wilderness, was killing people wantonly in the mortal world, causing great suffering. However, because Li Lun had a close relationship with Zhuo Yixuan's other good friend, Zhu Yan, it became difficult to capture him.

In the letter, Bai Ze Goddess specifically mentioned that the terrifying blood moon night was coming soon. She expressed her concern that Zhu Yan's hidden evil spirit would be out of control in an instant due to the mysterious power of the blood moon night. If that happened, the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, Bai Ze Goddess begged the Demon Collection Division to send someone to assist her and provide her with strong support and protection at the critical moment.

When Zhuo Yuanling received the urgent letter from the White Ze Goddess, he summoned Zhuo Yixuan to the study to discuss the matter without any delay. After entering the study, Zhuo Yuanling handed the letter in his hand to Zhuo Yixuan with a solemn expression.

Zhuo Yixuan took the letter and quickly read it, frowning. At this moment, Zhuo Yuanling was standing quietly in front of the window, his tall figure was particularly clear in the cold moonlight. He put his hands behind his back, slightly raised his head and stared at the cold moon hanging high in the night sky, and asked thoughtfully: "Xuan'er, in your opinion, what are our chances of successfully curbing the out-of-control Zhu Yan on the night of the blood moon?"

"Father, on normal days we might still be able to try to control Zhu Yan with some confidence. However, the night of the blood moon is very different! When the blood moon is in the sky, Zhu Yan will enter an extremely terrifying state. The hostility emanating from its body blends with the power of the blood moon and complements each other, causing its power to increase several times in an instant! And on this special night, all the hostility in the world will automatically gather in Zhu Yan's body as if it had received some kind of mysterious summons. Facing such an irrational and extremely powerful existence, even if we join forces with the goddess Bai Ze, I'm afraid we won't have any chance of winning!" Zhuo Yixuan quickly read through the letter handed over by his father, and then solemnly analyzed the contents word by word to his father.

"Besides, father, think about it carefully. Before this, the White Ze Goddess had already consumed a huge amount of divine power in order to seal Li Lun! You know, this was an extremely difficult and long battle, and the divine power consumed was simply immeasurable. Now that she has experienced such an arduous and arduous battle, how much divine power can she still have in her body? Even if we assume that the divine power of the White Ze Goddess is intact, once Zhu Yan falls into a state of complete loss of control, can we really easily subdue him with her White Ze divine power and a few ordinary people like us? To be honest, I really don't dare to have too much hope for this possibility..."

At this point, Zhuo Yixuan couldn't help but sigh deeply, and his handsome face was now filled with deep worry. He looked into the distance with worry, as if he had seen the terrible scene that might happen next.

Zhuo Yuanling, who was standing by, knew the situation of the Bai Ze goddess very well. Although the outside world respectfully called them goddesses, in fact, these so-called goddesses were still just ordinary mortals in essence. A mortal who forcibly used the powerful forces that should not belong to him would often have only one ending - being completely blown up by the surging power and ending up in a miserable state. According to the ancient records of the Bingyi clan, from ancient times to the present, no goddess has ever been able to have a good beginning and a good end. Thinking of this, Zhuo Yuanling's mood became heavier.

Zhuo Yuanling slowly lowered his head to look at the moon, his eyes fixed on the small, faintly fluorescent flower stamen on the windowsill. His eyes were deep and firm, as if he saw the distant future and heavy responsibilities through the flower stamen.

"But slaying demons is the mission of the Demon Collection Bureau!" Zhuo Yuanling whispered softly. Although his voice was soft, the determination contained in it was as heavy as a boulder. "If we choose to stand aside in the face of such a major event that endangers the lives of all people in the world, then how can we have the face to carry the golden signboard of the Demon Collection Bureau? How can we be worthy of those people who have placed high hopes on us?"

Zhuo Yixuan, who was standing by, listened to his father's words and couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart. He tightly grasped the letter in his hand. Because he was holding it too hard, a layer of fine sweat had seeped out of his palm, gradually soaking the letter. However, he didn't care about it, but just stared at his father, waiting for the next instruction.

"Father, since you have made this decision, when will we set off? And what about my brother? How should we arrange it?" Zhuo Yixuan took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to ask. He knew that this journey would be extremely difficult, but as a man of the Zhuo family, he had already prepared to stand up.

Zhuo Yuanling waved his hand gently and said solemnly: "Don't tell Xiaochen about this for the time being. Just tell him that we are going to the Great Wilderness to help the goddess. If the trip goes well and we can return safely, we will coax him well then. But if unfortunately... Alas, if we really can't come back, then that's all we can do. After all, children will always grow up, but the way they grow up is different from what we originally expected. However..." At this point, Zhuo Yuanling's words suddenly paused, as if he remembered something important, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"However, fortunately, Xiaochen still has those four behind him. Even if we really encounter an accident and cannot return to him, they will definitely not sit idly by and let Xiaochen be bullied." A trace of relief flashed in Zhuo Yuanling's eyes.

Zhuo Yixuan, who was standing aside, naturally understood who the four people his father was talking about were. After hearing this, his originally tense heartstrings relaxed a little, and he let out a long sigh and said, "Yes, even if we really can't come back, as long as those two are in charge of Tiandu, those guys from Chongwu Camp who want to harm Xiaochen will probably have to think carefully to see if they have the courage to provoke the master behind them, and whether they can withstand the master's thundering wrath."

Whenever Zhuo Yixuan recalled those days, he could still clearly hear the rumors about Prince Xiang and the Emperor. It was said that someone dared to openly break into the heavily guarded palace and Prince Xiang's residence, and mercilessly dragged them out of their warm beds while they were sleeping, and then beat them up without mercy!

This jaw-dropping incident did not happen only once or twice, but continued for decades. The emperor and Prince Xiang seemed to have long been accustomed to it. Every once in a while, they would encounter such a sudden "nightmare". If the interval was a little longer, they would feel uncomfortable all over, and even vaguely expected to be awakened from their sleep and beaten.

As time went by, this became a well-known and talked-about anecdote inside and outside the palace. People discussed it privately, speculating who was so bold and why they frequently attacked these two powerful people. However, no matter how the outside world speculated, King Xiang and the emperor always maintained a strange silence, as if all this was normal.