NOVEL WEB Chapter 861: Known by Everyone
Before Gu Lan could finish speaking, Qing'er calmly interrupted, saying,
"I am indeed his clone, but after over ten thousand years, I have developed my own consciousness."
This statement left Gu Lan confused, unsure of how to respond. After contemplating for a moment, he decided not to dwell on the matter any longer and asked Qing'er,
"How can I awaken her?"
Now that there was hope, he couldn't afford to give up.
"Use the Great Path Qi in your hands."
Gu Lan nodded thoughtfully, stepped forward, and the Great Path Qi began to manifest. With a slight downward motion of his hand, the Great Path Qi gathered in an instant. The woman lying on the jade bed did not resist the power.
...
After a long while, Gu Lan finally retracted his aura. The woman stopped absorbing the power, but still showed no signs of waking up.
"Qing'er, what should I do now?"
But this time, his question went unanswered. Turning around, he found that Qing'er had vanished.
Gu Lan felt helpless but said nothing more. There was no way she would deceive him with such a matter. Now, all he could do was wait here. As for the final outcome, no one could predict it.
Glancing at the woman on the stone bed, Gu Lan retreated to a corner. Sitting cross-legged, he began to release his internal energy. After spending so much time, he wasn't bothered by a little more waiting. He would wait!
...
In the Jing Nation palace and the Lanyan Royal School, a rumor had spread like wildfire: Gu Lan had fallen.
The news caused widespread panic, especially among Gu Simu, who was the most agitated.
Mu Yuyan had not expected the news to spread so quickly.
While Mu Yuyan was deep in thought within the palace, the sound of hurried footsteps approached from outside the hall.
"Mother!"
Gu Simu's voice echoed, and Mu Yuyan quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes.
At that moment, Gu Simu had already come close. After a brief glance at her, he solemnly asked,
"Mother, is the rumor true?"
At Gu Simu's question, Mu Yuyan hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.
"How could the rumors be true? Your father is fine."
Mu Yuyan forced down her inner grief, but Gu Simu sensed something was amiss.
He didn't say anything more, but his expression said it all.
Mu Yuyan, unsure of how to begin, tried to change the subject.
"Has there been any trouble at the Lanyan Royal School recently?"
However, this time Gu Simu did not answer.
Just as they were at a loss for words, Zhongren appeared not far away.
Zhongren had heard the rumors about Gu Lan but was unwilling to believe them. He knew Gu Lan's strength well and didn't think he could fall so easily.
"Greetings, Young Lord!"
"Young Lord, there is something I need your help with."
Zhongren bowed respectfully, and Gu Simu turned to face him.
"Uncle Zhongren, what is it?"
"There's a missing energy in the formation I'm researching. I need help."
Gu Simu did not refuse and replied indifferently.
He glanced briefly at Mu Yuyan before leaving the palace.
After he left, Zhongren finally dared to speak.
"Your Excellency, could it be... is he really...?"
"I don't know, but I believe he will return."
Mu Yuyan spoke with a trace of sadness, and Zhongren swallowed the words he had intended to say.
"I shall take my leave."
He bowed respectfully to Mu Yuyan before departing.
Once he was gone, Mu Yuyan's tears began to fall freely.
...
Inside the Wizard Clan, An Ying knelt before Mo Xuan, his head lowered, not speaking.
Mo Xuan's face was cold, his eyes carrying a hint of murderous intent.
Stepping forward, he struck An Ying with a single palm, sending him flying.
Regaining his balance, An Ying coughed up blood, his face pale.
"Young Lord!"
"Do you know why I am doing this?"
Mo Xuan spoke coldly, and An Ying feigned ignorance, shaking his head.
"I don't know. Please enlighten me, Young Lord."
"With your strength, how could you not be able to deal with that woman?"
"You deliberately held back, thinking I wouldn't notice."
As soon as these words were spoken, An Ying's body shook violently.
He thought his actions had been flawless, but apparently, Mo Xuan had noticed.
Though his change was subtle, it was enough for Mo Xuan to sense.
"Speak, how should I deal with you?"
Mo Xuan's icy voice made An Ying's face change.
If he made the wrong choice now, it could cost him his life.
"Please, Young Lord, give me a chance to redeem myself. I swear it won't happen again."
"Redeem yourself?"
Mo Xuan snorted lightly, his face taking on a meaning-filled smile.
"Half a month from now, lead the strongest members of the Wizard Clan and capture them for me!"
"Understood!"
Mo Xuan shot him a cold glance before turning and leaving.
Once he exited the palace, he immediately turned to one of his subordinates.
"Keep an eye on him. If he makes a move, kill him!"
His intention was clear: he would not allow any traitors to stay by his side.
If this man was ungrateful, he wouldn't hesitate to eliminate him.
"Understood!"
The shadowy figure bowed respectfully before disappearing into the darkness.
Mo Xuan moved swiftly, reaching a dimly lit palace shortly after.
He stopped and spoke coldly.
"How is the situation progressing?"
"Reporting, Young Lord, the news has been spread."
"The people of the Lanyan Royal School and the Jing Nation palace are all in a panic."
Upon hearing the report, Mo Xuan smiled coldly.
"Very well, half a month from now is the time to act. Make sure everyone is ready!"
Having lost Mo Xuan's presence, An Ying cautiously stood up.
He scanned the area and, with a cold look on his face, said,
"Stop hiding, come out!"
With his words, a shadow emerged from behind him.
"You can't leave here!"
The figure spoke immediately upon appearing.
Hearing this, An Ying coldly responded,
"What if I insist on leaving today?"
"Then don't blame me for being rude."
The figure released an aura of power.
Seeing the force unleashed, An Ying also let his own aura flow.
"You are not my match."
This wasn't a joke—this person stood no chance against him.
In a battle with him, death awaited.
Before the other man could react, An Ying swiftly appeared behind him.
The figure's face showed shock, but before he could do anything, An Ying's blade struck.
"Shing!"
Blood sprayed out, and the man clutched his throat as he collapsed.
"How could this be?"
An Ying spoke coldly,
"I already told you, you are not my match."
Wiping the blood from his blade, An Ying disappeared with a single step.
His speed was astonishing, not wasting a moment.