Chapter 268 Part 1

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Chapter 268 Part 1: Assassinating the Emperor (1)

Once inside the deep palace, Hai Wuya didn’t return all night.

Hai Siyuan waited all night, but at daybreak, he saw posters posted by soldiers all over the Imperial Capital.

These posters covered the walls like snowflakes, announcing Hai Wuya’s affiliation with the rebellious Wuji Association, and declaring that he would be executed soon.

Hai Siyuan stood in front of the posters for a while, and then hurried with Qiao Mu, Wei En, and others to Dong Xinglin’s clinic on the outskirts of the city.

"Mr. Qiao, do you know much about Doctor Dong Xinglin?" Hai Siyuan asked.

Standing in front of him, Qiao Shuanggui, Hai Siyuan was actually meeting for the first time.

But he was getting used to it, after a short chat, he felt a bit more familiar.

If a Qiao family member dies suddenly, sometimes a new older Qiao family member appears, it’s not a big deal.

As Hai Wuya is about to be executed, Hai Siyuan is feeling a bit scared, so he asked Qiao Mu a couple of questions.

In Hai Siyuan’s eyes, Qiao family members are skilled seniors in martial arts, knowing a lot of things is normal.

"Dong Xinglin… all I know is he’s a famous doctor in the Imperial Capital," Qiao Mu said.

He had visited Dong Xinglin’s clinic once, and his book "Fragmented Virtual Finger" was also from Dong Xinglin.

This old renowned doctor may also know martial arts, but he didn’t leave a strong impression on Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu asked, "Shouldn’t you ask yourself that question?"

"Who exactly is Dong Xinglin, why did Hai Wuya mention him before entering the palace? Don’t you have any idea?" Hai Siyuan wondered.

Hai Siyuan felt helpless.

Hai Siyuan was not familiar with Dong Xinglin, only knowing that he seemed to be acquainted with Hai Wuya and they had been in contact for several months.

According to Hai Wuya, there is no distinction between medicine and martial arts. This Dong Xinglin, a skilled healer, is not only proficient in medicine but also knowledgeable in martial arts.

So, in order to continue deciphering the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra," he often exchanged ideas with Dong Xinglin, the healer, and came to discuss regularly every few days.

These few were all experts and moved quickly, arriving at Dong Xinglin’s clinic in no time.

However, as he entered the clinic and informed Dong Xinglin of Hai Wuya’s final instructions, the latter looked puzzled.

"Before Elder Hai enters the palace, he said if he doesn’t return, I should come find you?"

Dong Xinglin was more confused than Hai Siyuan and took a long time to sort out his thoughts.

"What kind of clever plan… I’ve never heard of such a thing, nor has the old man ever mentioned it," Dong Xinglin shook his head.

"I actually don’t know what the old man’s advice means… I’m just a simple doctor, not a martial arts master. What’s the point of him coming to me?"

Dong Xinglin and Hai Siyuan looked at each other, both puzzled, not understanding what Hai Wuya meant at all.

It was Qiao Mu who spoke up at this moment:

"In that case, Dr. Dong, why has Hai Wuya been coming to your clinic so often in recent months?"

Dong Xinglin spoke up:

"Is there a need to ask?"

"I’m not a martial arts master, but just a doctor. So when the old man comes to my clinic, it’s naturally for medical treatment."

"The old shrimp has spent thirty years in the heavenly prison, and his health has deteriorated. His time is running out."

"Health deteriorated?"

Hai Siyuan was shocked.

He didn’t know about the relationship between Hai Wuya and the Wuji Association, nor did he realize how serious Hai Wuya’s illness was. It was only now that he understood the meaning behind Hai Wuya’s words "To learn the way in the morning, and die in the evening."

"What illness does my father have? Can’t you help him, Dr. Dong?" Hai Siyuan asked.

"It’s not exactly an illness," Dr. Dong sighed.

"The old shrimp is already old, and spending so long in the heavenly prison has weakened his vital organs."

Training in martial arts can improve health, but being healthy doesn’t mean you won’t get sick.

Hai Wuya used to practice martial arts at the Shaolin Temple, focusing on external techniques that relied on energy and blood. Compared to internal martial artists, these external martial artists tend to age faster.

Some martial artists from outside families may experience health issues past the age of thirty, due to injuries from their earlier years like Sheriff Qian from Heyang City.

Those who focus on developing inner strength, even if their health declines, can still improve their inner strength through diligent practice.

Dr. Dong added:

"The ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’ is not just an ordinary martial art. When he was younger and studying the sutra, he actually fell into a dangerous state a few times, although not deeply, he did suffer internal injuries."

The ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’ is very different from the martial arts techniques today, despite being in its early stages, it can be considered a revolutionary practice.

Such a technique in its early stages is very different from modern martial arts, making it easy to fall into dangerous states.

Later on, Hai Wuya learned to be more cautious and took gradual steps in studying the technique, spending thirty years to develop the initial version of the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’.

So when he saw Qiao Mu’s ‘Human Path Sutra’, he was amazed.

Even his own master of the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’ almost died from falling into dangerous states, but Qiao family’s ancestor seemingly achieved what he couldn’t in less than half a month with the ‘Human Path Sutra’.

Dr. Dong said, "When Elder Hai came to me, he was trying to heal some hidden pain… but after decades of hidden pain, who can heal that?"

"All I can do is help him hold on a little longer."

"After these few months, his life is almost at its limit. Now that he’s away from me, held in soft confinement by the current emperor, I think…"

"I’ll be straightforward, with Elder Hai’s current condition, being held in soft confinement again, he might not even live to see his execution in three days."

Dr. Dong didn’t finish his words, as he suddenly understood why before Hai Wuya entered the palace, Hai Siyuan came to him.

Hai Wuya hadn’t been in good terms with Dr. Dong before, and his sudden arrest this time also surprised Hai Wuya.

So, Hai Wuya’s intentions were actually quite clear.

Qiao Mu took a closer look at Dr. Dong.

If what he said was true and Hai Wuya’s condition was so serious, yet this miracle doctor could keep Hai Wuya alive until now, then his reputation is indeed well-deserved, he’s not an ordinary person.

Qiao Mu spoke solemnly, "Hai Wuya knows he has no way out, that’s why he is now using Dr. Dong’s words to tell you…"

"He is seriously ill, already in his twilight years, so there’s no need to save him."

"Even if he saved him, it would be in vain."

As for why Hai Wuya didn’t clearly explain, it seems that he wanted to pretend to have a clever plan to prevent Hai Siyuan from objecting and to delay time.

By the time that night passed, Hai Wuya probably would have died too. Then, finding Dr. Dong would be of no use.

"So that’s what it means?" After a long silence, Hai Siyuan bid farewell to Dr. Dong and returned to the Hai family’s mansion.

Qiao Mu also followed behind.

As soon as they entered the Hai family’s mansion, hundreds of eyes looked their way.

These people were martial arts practitioners in the Hai family’s mansion. They watched Hai Wuya being captured yesterday, naturally feeling discontent. Therefore, like Hai Siyuan, they waited until now.

Hai Wuya is the leader of the old soldiers, Hai Siyuan’s biological father. He taught them the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra" and the "Human Path Sutra" and also served as Minister of Rites, honoring the spirits of one hundred thousand heroes at Anxi Pass.

Even though Hai Wuya is not a comrade who fought alongside them like Hai Siyuan for many years, they still deeply respect his actions.

"General Hai, I have gathered information," said Li Changshi.

"I have a friend in a position of authority in the heavenly prison, who told me… Hai has not been sent to the heavenly prison and most likely has not left the palace, so he might be temporarily confined there."

"Confined in the palace…" Hai Siyuan nodded.

"This is Mr. Qiao Shuanggui," Hai Siyuan introduced briefly before changing the subject:

"Mr. Qiao, you came with something to say?"

While they were meeting Qiao Shuanggui for the first time, members of the Qiao family had rescued them several times and sacrificed their lives, which had helped the old soldiers escape the desert.

Therefore, even though it was their first meeting with Qiao Shuanggui, they held him in high regard and respected him greatly.

This is the fame built by the Qiao family member using bodies piled up one by one.

"What I want to say is…" Qiao Mu looked at all the old men in the room.

Apart from Li Changshi, Hai Siyuan and other old soldiers were all almost over sixty years old, with gray hair and looking very elderly.

But actually, Qiao Mu was the oldest among them.

So he confidently relied on his age:

"You are no longer reckless young men, as adults, you should naturally think carefully, consider all aspects, weigh the pros and cons, this is the way of adult."

"Today, I am here to weigh the pros and cons for you."

"Even if you venture into the heavenly prison, break into the palace, or take over the law field after three days, the outcome is destined to be total annihilation."

"Even if you succeed, you can’t save Hai Wuya, because he is very ill and doesn’t have much time left."

"Is this what Hai Wuya chose to see, asking if you’re trying to do the impossible?"

"This is the Imperial Capital, no longer the Hundred-mile Desert."

Hai Siyuan and others looked at each other in surprise.

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