boyutpedia Chapter 265 Cangyue Pavilion Headquarters
Chapter 265 Cangyue Pavilion Headquarters
The night was as dark as ink, quietly concealing the prosperity of the capital. Only the headquarters of "Cangyue Pavilion" exuded a mysterious and cold atmosphere in this darkness.
A tall pavilion stands in a tranquil spot, its eaves and brackets like an eagle spreading its wings, outlining a majestic silhouette in the night. The pavilion's walls are made of thick blue bricks, weathered by time, exuding an ancient and profound atmosphere.
The vermilion door was closed tightly, and the copper door knocker gleamed coldly in the moonlight, as if telling the unknown story of this place.
Su Ran, dressed in black, moved swiftly, like a black lightning bolt in the night sky, displaying his exquisite lightness skills. His sleeves rustled in the wind, and in a moment, he landed in the courtyard of Cang Yue Pavilion.
The moonlight shone on him, revealing his tall and upright figure. The mask on his face had a cold and hard sheen, making it impossible to see his expression, but one could feel the powerful aura emanating from him.
He strode into the hall, the stone slabs beneath his feet echoing softly. Inside, candlelight flickered, and shadows danced on the walls like a group of restless ghosts.
The surrounding pillars are thick and tall, carved with exquisite patterns, but in the dim light, those patterns seem to hide countless secrets.
As Su Ran entered, his men were already lined up in neat rows, kneeling on one knee and shouting in unison, "Welcome, Pavilion Master!" The sound echoed through the hall, filled with awe and reverence. They all knew that the Pavilion Master was bold and ruthless, with sharp methods, and was well-known in the martial arts world.
Su Ran walked straight towards the large chaise longue at the end of the hall without looking around.
The chair is made of precious sandalwood, the back of the chair is carved with intricate dragon patterns, and the armrests are smooth and round, highlighting the owner's noble status.
He slowly leaned back in his chair, his head supported lightly by his slender white fingers, his eyes scanning through the mask at the four Dharma protectors below.
Each of the four guardians possessed distinct characteristics. Standing on the far left was the towering Mo Yan, his build as sturdy as a bear's, his muscles taut, as if imbued with boundless power. He possessed a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, his gaze radiating a resoluteness and bravery, like a blazing fire. He was always ready to charge into battle and clear all obstacles for Cang Yue Pavilion.
Next to Mo Yan stood the stern Ling Shuang. He was dressed in white, whiter than snow, his face as cold as frost. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his narrow, deep eyes twinkled like cold stars, intimidating even the merest glimpse of him. He held a folding fan, painted with plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow. While seemingly elegant, he was in reality a ruthless warrior, unrivaled in his hidden weapon skills, often taking lives without warning.
The third guardian was the cunning Shadow. Slender and nimble, he resembled a nimble civet cat. His eyes darted, revealing a shrewdness and cunning, as if everything in the world was part of his calculations. He excelled at concealing his presence, appearing and disappearing without a trace. He often gathered intelligence in secret, providing Cangyue Pavilion with countless valuable insights, making him an indispensable and capable assistant to Su Ran.
The only female among the four guardians, Fu Ruo, was born with bright eyes and a graceful figure, just like a lotus flower blooming in the dark night, charming and attractive yet a bit cold.
She was dressed in a pink outfit with a black belt around her waist, which made her slender waist more prominent. Her long black hair was tied into a high ponytail, which made her look neat and tidy.
At this moment, she parted her red lips and asked doubtfully, "Your Highness, Beichen is no longer drought-stricken because of Shen Li, and the grain yield is high. Moreover, the movable type printing technology is also amazing! If this continues, Beichen will become stronger and stronger!" She frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why not nip her in the bud while her methods are still immature? Prevent trouble before it happens!"
After hearing this, Su Ran was silent for a moment. His eyes narrowed slightly beneath the mask, and a subtle glint flashed in his eyes, making it difficult to understand what he was thinking...
Su Ran was rarely not angry. Instead, there was a hint of a smile on his lips, but that smile did not reach his eyes, revealing an unfathomable depth.
He leaned back in a relaxed manner on the large chair that symbolized power and majesty, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrests, again and again, as if he was playing a mysterious piece of music. Every tap echoed in the silent hall, making everyone's heartbeat involuntarily accelerate with the rhythm.
"What do the other three of you say?" His voice was low and magnetic, slowly spreading in the hall, like an undercurrent surging beneath the calm surface of a lake. It seemed gentle, but in fact it was full of mysteries, making it impossible to glimpse his true intentions.
Mo Yan's iron tower-like body shook slightly, and he took a step forward, his muscles tensed, as if ready to engage in battle at any time.
His voice was like a bell, with an innate boldness and straightforwardness: "Pavilion Master, I think Fuqiu has some truth in what she said! The appearance of Shen Li has made the fortune of Beichen Kingdom soar. We can't just watch Beichen become increasingly powerful and become a threat to our Cangyue Pavilion!
In my opinion, we should take advantage of her current situation and get rid of her directly, so as to avoid any more troubles!" After saying this, he clenched his fists, his eyes revealing an undisguised ferocity and decisiveness, as if as long as Su Ran gave the order, he would rush out without hesitation and put Shen Li to death.
Ling Shuang, still dressed in white clothes as white as snow, stood there with a stern expression, like a thousand-year-old iceberg. He raised his head slightly, looking through the hall window at the distant night sky, as if pondering some profound question.
After a long moment, he slowly spoke, his voice as cold as the north wind on a chilly night: "Don't rush this matter. Shen Li can do this, there must be some unknown force behind her. If you act rashly, you might end up in trouble. For example, her legendary immortal master is unfathomable.
In my opinion, we should first send someone to secretly investigate her background and understand her every move, then find the right moment to strike, so that we can hit her with one strike and ensure absolute safety." His eyes gleamed with calmness and wisdom, and every word seemed to be uttered after deep consideration, making people admire his caution and strategy.
Shadow stood in the corner, his thin figure almost blending into the darkness.
Hearing Su Ran's question, his eyes rolled around and a sly smile appeared on his face: "Master, in my opinion, we might as well try to kill someone with a borrowed knife. There must be a lot of open and covert struggles in the court of Beichen Kingdom. Shen Li is too popular now, and she will definitely attract the jealousy and resentment of many people.
We only need to stir up trouble, let them kill each other, and then we can reap the benefits. This will not only achieve the goal of weakening Beichen, but also keep us out of the matter without leaving any handle."
As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together, his calculating look like that of a cunning fox who could always find the most advantageous way for himself in the most complicated situations.
Su Ran listened quietly to the three people's answers, his face expressionless beneath the mask, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. The hall fell into a dead silence, only the candlelight flickered uneasily, as if trembling with the tense atmosphere.