"Bang!"
Ximen Chuixue grabbed the leader of the men in black, then threw him hard in front of Ye Xuan. The force was so great that it directly knocked off the black-clothed man's face covering,
revealing a middle-aged face. Half of his face was marked with a scorpion pattern, exuding a fierce aura.
"Speak! Your origin!" Ye Xuan said calmly.
"Hahaha!" The leader, however, threw his head back and laughed, "I advise you not to waste your effort. Don't even think about getting any useful information from my mouth!"
As a killer, loyalty was the primary principle in his heart. Once he betrayed his Master, it wasn't just his own life that would be in danger; even those close to him would likely find it hard to survive, ending up in a miserable state.
"Oh? Your mouth is quite tight!" A playful smile curled up at the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth, but his eyes were full of coldness.
"Master, I have a Soul-searching technique that can search his Soul to obtain information," Ximen Chuixue said from the side.
"However, this Soul-searching technique is extremely cruel. The person whose Soul is searched will endure torment worse than death. And this person in front of us has too low a cultivation base; I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand it, so..."
Ye Xuan naturally understood Ximen Chuixue's meaning. After Soul-searching, if the other party couldn't bear it, there was only a dead end, and the information obtained might not be complete.
But looking at the leader who would rather die than yield, he could only choose this method.
"Then do it!" Ye Xuan waved his hand. Even if the information obtained was incomplete, it was better than getting nothing at all.
After receiving the order, Ximen Chuixue nodded slightly, then slowly walked towards the leader of the men in black.
Seeing Ximen Chuixue approaching step by step, the man in black couldn't help but feel endless fear surge in his heart. He had heard Ye Xuan and their conversation clearly just now,
and was so scared that his voice changed pitch, trembling as he shouted, "You...! Don't come over!"
Ximen Chuixue, however, acted as if he hadn't heard, and directly extended his right hand, gently pointing towards the man in black's brow.
In an instant, a powerful Heavenly Human Soul force instantly entered the man in black's spiritual sea, beginning to madly devour his memories.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The leader of the men in black immediately let out a mournful scream. Blood gushed out from his seven orifices. The feeling of pain was countless times more intense than death by a thousand cuts,
as if every inch of his skin and every meridian in his body were being burned by raging fire and pricked by steel needles, bringing him close to collapse.
And Ximen Chuixue also began to sense the man in black's memories bit by bit, from the trivial matters of his childhood to his various experiences later on,
even such private and unspeakable matters as the man secretly peeking at the Imperial City Li family's third concubine, Ruyue, bathing, were revealed.
However, finding the most crucial part of the information was still extremely difficult. It was obvious that this man in black had also used every means to hide important information very deeply.
A cold glint flashed in Ximen Chuixue's eyes, and he shouted sternly, "Seeking death!"
The Heavenly Human Soul force that had invaded the man in black's spiritual sea suddenly erupted, instantly shattering his spiritual sea.
The man in black immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood. His eyes instantly became empty and lifeless. His body fell heavily to the ground, completely devoid of life.
Although the leader of the men in black had died, Ximen Chuixue's Soul-searching technique still successfully obtained some key information.
"Master, the information has been obtained!" Ximen Chuixue informed Ye Xuan in detail of all the intelligence he had searched for.
Upon hearing this, a cold smile curled up at the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth, "So it was my good third brother."
From the information provided by Ximen Chuixue, Ye Xuan learned that the one who sent assassins to attempt to assassinate him this time was the Third Prince of the Great Night Dynasty - Ye Ming.
From a young age, Ye Ming had been jealous of Ye Xuan's talent and had secretly plotted against Ye Xuan.
At that time, Ye Xuan had already stepped into the Spiritual Core Realm, while Ye Ming was only at the peak of Foundation Establishment. Ye Xuan easily taught him a lesson. Out of consideration for their brotherhood, Ye Xuan ultimately spared him.
However, Ye Ming did not feel grateful because of this. Instead, his hatred for Ye Xuan grew even deeper.
During the period when Ye Xuan's cultivation was crippled and he was banished to the cold palace, Ye Ming went to great lengths to humiliate him.
Ye Ming's coercion was also an important reason why Ye Xuan's previous Soul chose to commit suicide.
"Hmph! Ye Ming, I am not as indecisive as the original owner. The day I return to the Imperial City will be the day of your demise!"
In Ye Xuan's heart, Ye Ming had already been decisively listed among those who must die.
"Set off, continue towards You Province!" Ye Xuan gave the order, and immediately stepped into the carriage.
After Cai Kun hastily and respectfully saluted, he climbed onto the carriage shaft, cracked the whip to urge the horses, and the carriage slowly started, galloping towards You Province.
Ximen Chuixue's posture was tall and straight, like a sheathed sword, steadily following beside the carriage.
Although he traveled on foot, his profound cultivation in the Heavenly Human Realm allowed him to walk as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard, relaxed and at ease, with stable breathing and no sign of fatigue.
The Black Cloud Mountain Range, majestic and spectacular, pierced the clouds, stretching endlessly. It was the throat leading to You Province, with rugged terrain and few visitors.
Between the mountains, only a narrow and winding official road passed through.
At the narrowest point of this mountain range, the peaks on both sides were steep like cuts, forming a deep valley terrain.
At this moment, at the entrance of the valley, stood two men.
One of them wore a black long robe with wide sleeves, fluttering in the wind. He wore a hideous and terrifying ghost face mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes that emitted traces of chill.
The other middle-aged man wore a white long robe with fluttering sleeves. In his hand, he held an exquisite long fan. His demeanor was unrestrained, and a faint smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
After a moment of silence, the man wearing the ghost face mask finally couldn't help but speak in a deep voice, "He should be here by now! It's already been more than two months since that Seventh Prince was granted the title of You Wang!"
The man in white smiled slightly and comforted him, "Don't be anxious! This place is the only passage to You Province. He will pass through here sooner or later. We just need to wait patiently."
As he spoke, with a hint of curiosity and playfulness, he carefully sized up the man in black in front of him from head to toe, shaking his head as he looked,
and couldn't help but make clicking sounds with his mouth, sighing, "But you, why did you have to make yourself look like this? Are you perhaps afraid of being recognized?"
"Heh heh!" The ghost-faced man sneered and replied in a serious tone, "It's always better to be cautious in everything. After all, we are assassinating a Prince of the current Royal Dynasty. The risk is very high!"
The man in white, however, had an indifferent expression. He gently fanned himself with the long fan in his hand, saying nonchalantly:
"He's just a good-for-nothing Prince, after all. In terms of status, he's not even comparable to those legitimate Provincial Governors who are sent here on a normal day. What does it matter if we kill him? No one will care at all!"