My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Chapter 183 Investigation of the Shadow Palace, the Senior Daoist's Fate

Under the allure of the golden mountain, Li Xiong's eyes were both blinded by the golden light.

The glittering gold ingots piled up, and he felt as though his intense fear of crowds had been cured!

Struggling to swallow, he said, "Consecrator, you seem to underestimate me, Li Xiong."

"You should know that the Misty Rain Building is like a child I raised from scratch, akin to my own flesh and blood. The inhabitants of the building are not mere assassins but my brethren, my beloved kin!"

"And so?"

Gu Lan arched an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that Li Xiong had hardened his stance.

A golden mountain couldn't sway this old fellow?

For a moment, Gu Lan almost doubted his judgment.

A hint of emotion flickered on the faces of the many assassins of the Misty Rain Building.

They hadn't expected their leader to resist the temptation and regard them as brothers.

But at times like these, even blood brothers could be bought.

"And so—more money!" Li Xiong's expression turned solemn, radiating a sacred aura.

Gu Lan's lips curved into a faint smile. Wasn't one golden mountain enough?

Li Xiong seemed quite greedy.

Nonetheless, it didn't matter; as long as there was greed, there would be the drive to work.

Trading this material wealth for information about the continent was well worth it!

With another wave of his hand, he tossed out another mountain of gold of the same scale.

Such wealth was but a drop in the bucket for him, hardly worth mentioning.

"Will this suffice?"

Gu Lan's tone remained calm, but the eyes of the Misty Rain Building's members widened.

Their eyes held no other color as they fixated on the mountain of gold.

With a thud, Li Xiong knelt directly on the ground, his face flushed.

"From now on, the Misty Rain Building is the sword in the hands of the Consecrator. I'll strike wherever you point!"

Two mountains of gold— he couldn't amass such wealth even if he worked until retirement!

Moreover, according to Gu Lan, they could continue their lucrative profession as assassins in their spare time.

Gu Lan smiled. That was more like it.

What couldn't be bought with money? At most, one just needed to pay more.

Without asking Li Xiong to rise from the ground, Gu Lan said meaningfully, "I detest those who are fickle and traitorous. Do you understand?"

Gu Lan thought for a moment.

Madam in the palace might still be stubborn for a while, so he nodded.

"Very well, let's go together!"

Although Tianji Mountain was not close to the capital, Gu Lan simply said, "At this moment, Zhongren and I are near Tianji Mountain!"

Instantly, they appeared at Tianji Mountain.

Gu Lan smiled. With his profound knowledge of the Dao, his words had power.

This level of backlash could be almost negligible, and since he hadn't directly mentioned being inside Tianji Mountain, it could avoid the backlash from various powerful formations within Tianji Mountain.

With Zhongren, the chief senior brother of the Tianji Pavilion, the two of them entering the Tianji Pavilion was as simple as returning home.

No need for announcements; soon Zhongren led Gu Lan into the pavilion, heading straight for the library...

Meanwhile, at Tianji Mountain, outside the pavilion in the rear mountain.

Veils of mist lingered, refusing to dissipate, while in the distance, a waterfall cascaded down, its roar echoing.

Yunlong, the head of the Tianji Pavilion, frowned as he stood on the rear mountain, surveying the tranquil landscape.

"I have at most three years left. My end is approaching," Yunlong, a man of profound strategy, was well aware of his own lifespan as he probed those within the Mysteries.

Despite his peak cultivation, he had exhausted his potential.

Without some extraordinary opportunity, reaching the Saint Stage in this lifetime was impossible.

And without breakthroughs, his lifespan had reached its limit.

It was an unsolvable predicament, even as the head of the Tianji Pavilion, he couldn't reverse it.

"I wonder if in these three years, the Tianji Pavilion can cultivate a successor capable of leading independently."

Yunlong's thoughts were varied as he thought of his only disciple sent to Gu Lan's side.

A satisfied smile crept onto his face. Zhongren's performance had been outstanding, and his talent exceptional.

Under Yunlong's arrangements, the Tianji Pavilion had tied itself to Gu Lan. With this extraordinary expert occupying the position of Consecrator at the Tianji Pavilion, they could be worry-free for at least a millennium.

Yunlong smiled with contentment.

With Gu Lan's presence, even after his departure in three years, the Tianji Pavilion would likely face no issues.

With someone to carry on, and with Gu Lan's name suppressing any ill-intentioned forces eyeing the Tianji Pavilion in recent years, there would be no daring moves against the Tianji Pavilion.

"Hmm? Why are these two back at the Tianji Pavilion at this time?"

Soon, Yunlong sensed Gu Lan and Zhongren's presence.

After all, he was the head of the Tianji Pavilion, and the two didn't conceal themselves on Tianji Mountain, so naturally, he would sense them.

Yunlong furrowed his brows slightly and headed towards the library in Tianji Mountain...