Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 1111 - 734: Witch Controls Qing Yangzi

On this day, as night fell, Jingguan City was bustling with people and bright with lanterns.

At Fan Yang Square, the Yun Family was also lively.

Old friends from afar, isn’t it delightful? Comrades from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and the Su Nu Sword Sect had come a long way, and Yun Chuxiong naturally set up a banquet to entertain his old friends and their disciples.

Though the Yun Family had just endured a turbulent event, and with tomorrow’s ceremony not suited to big celebrations, the required courtesies were still being met.

In the banquet hall, two tables were occupied by disciples of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and Su Nu Sword Sect, while Yun Chuxiong, Qing Yangzi, Sect Leader An, and various Yun family heads sat at another.

The younger generation of the Yun Family had gathered, the womenfolk sat in the side hall, separated by landscape screens.

In the side hall, on the fringes, a young girl with a delicate and timid appearance held a silk handkerchief, craning her neck curiously.

"Nu’er, I see you keep looking into the main hall. Have you taken a fancy to a young hero from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect?" Beside her came a teasing voice.

It was Zhao Yunluo, smiling gently, teasing the young girl.

"Nu’er" immediately showed a shy demeanor typical of a girl with exposed feelings, her face reddening as she hid behind her handkerchief, "Not at all, Sister Yun Luo, don’t tease me."

As she spoke, "the young girl" quickly shifted the topic with a playful glance:

"Sister Yun Luo, who is that elderly gentleman?"

"I notice the Family Head and others treat him unusually, but he seems ordinary."

Zhao Yunluo followed the girl’s gaze, landing on the "elderly gentleman," then showed respect and quickly gestured her to silence, whispering gently,

"Nu’er, do not speak carelessly."

"That’s an old friend of the Family Head, Senior Qing Yangzi of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect. Back when demons broke through the Ten Thousand Mountains, the Family Head, Senior Qing Yangzi, and several others assisted at the front lines, fighting demons alongside General Chen, earning the renown of the ’Seven Heroes of Weiyuan’, admired by all."

"Yet somehow," Zhao Yunluo sighed, "he seems injured, entirely lacking his former grandeur, aged much."

"But he must be respected, so hold your tongue, little sister."

The "young girl" nodded seriously, but her eyes carried a trace of mockery and coldness.

Killed during the making of the holy clan’s Seven Heroes of Weiyuan?

Humph!

Being so close to the Martial Saint General, they must be quite bonded.

That "Qing Yangzi," she had seen through him—his body’s foundation ruined, clearly a broken man. If controlled and used during tomorrow’s ceremony to slay people from the audience, playing a twisted game where former Seven Heroes of Weiyuan become demon slaves, wouldn’t it be quite amusing?

Thinking this, the "young girl" couldn’t suppress a wicked grin, eager for tomorrow to come.

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At 7 p.m., the welcome banquet at Yun Mansion dispersed early.

In a separate courtyard at the Yun Mansion.

Ji Wuming, Qing Yangzi’s beloved disciple, gently closed the room door, then respectfully bowed to Yun Chuxiong standing outside,

"My master is unwell, and after some wine, he retired early."

"I, on behalf of my master, thank the Yun Family Master for his heartfelt hospitality."

"I haven’t seen my master so happy in a long time."

Ji Wuming spoke sincerely, but it evoked a hint of sadness.

Yun Chuxiong raised this Chief Disciple’s arm, "Young Hero Ji, no need for extra courtesy. My camaraderie with your master needs no words."

"I also feel for Qingyang, and General Chen is concerned for him as well. General Chen has mighty divine power; during tomorrow’s ceremony, let us find an opportunity for a meeting, perhaps he has a way to help Qingyang."

"Perhaps, our old comrades might fight side by side again, wouldn’t that be wonderful."

Yun Chuxiong said words of comfort and reminisced about old times.

"Thank you, Yun Family Master, I hope so." Ji Wuming’s eyes lit up with hope as he nodded.

"Alright, rest early, gather your energy, tomorrow’s the grand ceremony." Yun Chuxiong advised.

"See you, Yun Family Master." Ji Wuming bid farewell.

"No need to send me off." Yun Chuxiong waved kindly, leaving the courtyard.

Ji Wuming watched him leave, then turned back to glance at his master’s room, his expression slightly moved, knowing his master was unquestionably awake, yet unsure of what to say, he sighed and went to the next room to rest and stand guard.

Inside the room at this moment, on the soft bed, Qing Yangzi, having drunk a little, actually wasn’t asleep, nor dared he to.

After the last incident, when he was caught by those Western Region cultists and subjected to a demon, something he’d never seen before, marked him.

Although he was later found and rescued by Chen Yuan, who forcibly stripped the strange entity away, its influence persisted.

His martial arts foundation was ruined, his Heavenly Pass locked, his vitality slowly declining, and despite the entity being separated, its trace lingered, affecting his divine soul. Every time he slept, like nightmares, it entangled him, worsening his spirit, making his appearance more haggard.

Within less than a year, he had aged decades, declining into insignificance.

Though he wished to regroup, his body wouldn’t allow it. For this ceremony, he supported his frail self to come, out of concern for General Chen and the soldiers, and seeking a dignified closure, to meet old friends and reminisce on the glorious past.

Considering his treatment at Yun Mansion, he felt mildly comforted, unchanged by old friends.

So, Qing Yangzi lay on the bed, mind wandering.

As time drifted into silent night, outside the room remained quiet.

Suddenly, a girl’s laughter sounded softly inside the room.

Eyes closed, pretending sleep, Qing Yangzi heard the laughter and suddenly opened his eyes, spotting at his bed a beautiful young girl dressed in a green dress, who somehow appeared there unnoticed.

Watching him sit up, she seemed pleased, but her eyes held a teasing look.

"Who are you?"

Qing Yangzi, accustomed to great scenes, knew this person managed to appear beside his bed silently without alarming the disciple next door, suggesting uncommon skill.

He remained calm, scrutinizing the girl.

"I heard you were one of the Seven Heroes of Weiyuan. Quite impressive."

"You killed many of my Holy Clan members." The girl licked her lips, her smile wicked.

Hearing this, Qing Yangzi’s pupils suddenly constricted.

He reached for the bed head to signal a warning.

But the girl was quicker, lifting her hand and pointing from a distance, Qing Yangzi instantly felt paralyzed, unable to move.

"A foolish cripple." The girl’s voice turned cold. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Her black eyes suddenly shown with purple divine light,

"Become my slave, then you shall know your fate."

With that, she shot the purple light into Qing Yangzi’s horrified and furious eyes.