After doing all this, Ye Yang turned around and looked at Yang Xiaoyan and the seriously injured maid in front of him.

He waved his hand, and a stream of life essence flowed into the maid's body.

How powerful is the life essence cultivated by the power of Zifu Zhenren.

Ye Yang just waved his hand, and the seriously injured maid recovered immediately.

Ye Yang's action shocked the two of them.

Yang Xiaoyan was even more stunned. There were many imperial doctors in the Dayun Dynasty, but none of them was as capable as this man, who could bring a person back from a seriously injured and dying state with just a wave of his hand.

This is the first time I've seen this.

She had never seen such miraculous medical skills, as if all the pain was insignificant in front of this man.

The maid named Qiu'e was filled with gratitude. She struggled to stand up, bowed deeply to Ye Yang, and her words were full of respect.

"Thank you for saving my life, I will never forget it."

Yang Xiaoyan also knelt down hurriedly at this time.

Thinking of what the old demon Qingyang said before his death, she couldn't help but think of the mysterious heaven.

Could it be that this person is really from heaven?

"Junior Emperor Yan Fei, thank you for the rescue, Senior Heavenly Court."

According to what the old demon Qingyang said, this organization called Heaven is quite mysterious and has not been revealed to the world. Ye Yang guessed that it might be the secret power of the Dayun Dynasty.

But, unfortunately, he is not from heaven.

At this moment, the two of them misunderstood his identity, and he did not explain too much. After all, muddying the water would be more conducive to his plan to get the Phoenix Essence and Blood.

"Do you two know where the refined blood of the Lustful Phoenix sent by Tianyuan City not long ago is hidden?"

I heard the four words "lustful phoenix blood".

Yang Xiaoyan came back to her senses. There was a hint of inquiry in her eyes as she looked at Ye Yang, thinking secretly in her heart.

"I'm afraid this senior is not from the Heavenly Court. Otherwise, he wouldn't ask us where the Lustful Phoenix Blood Essence is."

"But, if he is not from Heaven, why would he appear in this palace?"

"And he rescued my master and my servant."

She could see that this senior didn't want to reveal his true identity.

So she stopped asking.

Instead, he spoke.

"Reporting to the senior, after I heard about the Lustful Phoenix Blood Essence, I refined it into three portions. One portion was used by Xiang Fei to nourish her body, and the other two portions were sent to the Sutra Library for storage."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yang frowned slightly and made some calculations in his mind.

In any force.

Any place called Sutra Repository is an extraordinary place.

It must be heavily guarded and equipped with numerous traps.

It is easy to imagine how difficult it is to retrieve the blood of the phoenix without alerting anyone.

"Do you know the exact location of the Sutra Library?"

There was a hint of solemnity in Ye Yang's tone.

He had already memorized the map that the Leopard Demon had given him, but he had not found the location of the Sutra Library.

Nowadays, time is running out and we must race against time.

Yang Xiaoyan nodded, thought for a while, and then answered.

"Senior, there are several scripture pavilions in the imperial palace. The blood of the lewd phoenix was taken from the demon king. It is not the essence of nature and nature. It is a filthy thing and is not classified as a top-grade product."

"So the most likely possibility is that it is hidden in the Burial Cloud Tower in the northwest corner of the palace."

"The cabinet has a rich collection of books and complex mechanisms. It is not easy for ordinary people to enter."

"I was fortunate enough to have been there with the Holy Emperor, so I am quite familiar with the route."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the person in front of her cautiously, fearing that he would get angry.

Ye Yang knew exactly what Yang Xiaoyan was thinking, so he spoke up.

"In that case, tell me the detailed route."

Ye Yang's voice was calm and firm, without any hint of blame.

This eased Yang Xiaoyan's tension a little.

She nodded and began to describe in detail the path leading to the Burial Cloud Tower.

"Starting from here, walk along the Imperial Garden on the east side..."

Yang Xiaoyan spoke while gesturing with her hands, afraid of missing any details.

Ye Yang listened carefully and quickly constructed a map of the Sutra Library and its surroundings in his mind.

After he knew the specific route, he prepared to go far away.

At this time, Yang Xiaoyan spoke.

"Senior, I wonder if you could leave your name behind. I will repay you with gratitude if there is a chance in the future."

"You don't have to worry too much. The grudges and hatreds in the martial arts world are often complicated. Today's help may be tomorrow's destiny."

"As for my name, you don't have to worry about it. I have some friendship with Ye Yang, the sword master of Feitian Sect. I heard that you and he are brother and sister. If you feel bad about it, just mention my name when you see him."

These words are like a whisper in the night wind, revealing a carefree and uninhibited attitude yet also delicate human touch.

Yang Xiaoyan's heart trembled slightly.

"It's all thanks to my second brother."

A warm feeling surged in Yang Xiaoyan's heart. She bowed deeply, her gratitude beyond words.

"I will always remember your kindness. I will never forget your help. If there is a chance, I will tell my second brother what you said."

After she finished her words, she looked up again and found that the senior was gone.

Although the palace of the Great Fortune Dynasty was covered by a formation, there were too many people living inside, coming in and out, and except for a few key places where the formation was intact, there were many flaws in many places.

Ye Yang used Pengmo's extreme speed to carefully avoid the restrictions of the formation.

Following the route given by Yang Xiaoyan, the solemn and majestic outline of Zangyun Tower soon came into view.

The tall stone walls and tightly closed iron gates are solemn and dignified.

Ye Yang took a deep breath and did not choose to enter through the main door. Instead, he took out a talisman to break the ban, opened a small hole in the window, and slowly pushed open the doors and windows.

The room was dimly lit, but objects could still be vaguely seen in the weak candlelight.

Inside the Sutra Library, the lights were dim, bookshelves were lined up everywhere, and the air was filled with a faint smell of dust.

Ye Yang was dressed in black and walked along the narrow passage between the bookshelves.

at this time.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of sweeping the floor.

Ye Yang stopped and listened attentively.

The sound seemed to come from behind a row of bookshelves not far away. He approached quietly and listened through the gap between the bookshelves.

I saw a white-haired old monk holding a bamboo broom, slowly sweeping the ground. Although his movements were slow, there was an indescribable sense of rhythm in them.

It seems that every sweep contains some profound truth.

Ye Yang was secretly surprised that this seemingly ordinary old monk exuded an indescribable feeling.

At this time, the old monk also stopped what he was doing, turned around, and looked directly at Ye Yang with sharp eyes.

"Donor, why are you visiting so late at night?"

The old monk's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, making people dare not neglect it in the slightest.

Ye Yang was slightly stunned. He didn't expect to meet such a mysterious sweeping monk.

This monk may look ordinary, but he actually has extraordinary accomplishments. His every move and gesture exudes an otherworldly aura.

Ye Yang was secretly alert in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface. He clasped his fists and bowed, speaking in a hoarse voice.

"I am Old Man Peng. I have no choice but to explore the Sutra Library at night. I have no intention of offending you. I hope you will forgive me."

The monk smiled faintly, with a gleam in his eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"You are too kind, benefactor. I am here only to protect the ancient books in this Sutra Library from the troubles of the world."

"Since you are here to visit me, there must be a reason. Why don't you just speak frankly? Perhaps I can do my best to help you."

Ye Yang was moved when he heard this. This was completely different from what he had imagined. The attitude of this sweeping monk was unexpectedly peaceful and he seemed to have no hostility.

He thought for a moment.

"To be honest, I came here to look for something."

There was a gleam of light in Ye Yang's eyes, and he looked extremely fierce. At this moment, the magic power in his body was generated spontaneously and was extremely explosive. Faintly, there was the figure of a sky-covering Peng demon, filling the space between heaven and earth.

A strike could come at any time.

"I don't know what it is."

"The blood of the lustful phoenix."

After hearing this, the monk's expression changed slightly. He was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly.

"What a coincidence. I came here for something. I heard that there is an ancient book "The Emperor's Mentality" in this Sutra Library, which records the secrets of the rise and fall of dynasties. If you have seen it, please tell me."

After hearing this, Ye Yang felt something was wrong.

"You are here to steal things, too."

"Donor, you must be joking. How can this be considered stealing for a monk? I just borrowed it. It's a waste to keep it here. Why don't you let me take it back and pray for my soul to be reborn?"

……

And the other side.

Yang Xiaoyan and the maid hurriedly found Yan Qingying's residence, but did not find Yan Qingying.

At this moment, Yan Qingying was in a mansion.

Eight sharp divine spears behind him were rotating in the air at a very fast speed, pointing directly at one person with terrifying killing intent.

"Are you the Minister of War Zhao Wuji?"

"It is me, I don't know who you are.

"The one who will kill you."

"If the girl wants to kill me, I won't resist, but can you let me say a word?"

Yan Qingying frowned slightly, and the eight divine spears vibrated slightly, flashing cold light in the dark night. There was both determination and hesitation in her eyes.

She received the order from Concubine Yan and waited for a long time before she found an opportunity to assassinate the Minister of War Zhao Wuji.

However, the other party did not seem as simple as she imagined.

A mortal without any cultivation can only read military books and strategies to govern the country.

But she had never seen such calmness and frankness before, and it made her heart tremble.

The originally firm killing intention actually wavered a little.

"Okay, you say."

Yan Qingying's voice was cold, but the hidden fluctuations in it revealed her inner struggle.

"I, Zao Wou-Ki, have lived my life in a way that is worthy of heaven, worthy of earth, and even worthy of my conscience."

"Those who have always worried about their country are the ones who have been sad for thousands of years."

"I know why the girl came and why she wants to kill me."

Yan Qingying looked at him, with a strange look in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)