Zhao Yu's prediction was correct. On the second day, the Yinyang School came knocking on his door.
"Greetings, Young Master Yu.”
Fei Yan bowed to Zhao Yu, but Zhao Yu was slightly surprised.
He had thought that the person sent by the Yinyang School might be Yueshen or Dongjun, but he didn't expect Dongjun to really come.
Zhao Yu looked to his left at Xiao Ling who was still lying on the bed. At this moment, Xiao Ling seemed to have sensed that he was the target of the Eastern Monarch. She subconsciously wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and looked at Zhao Yu timidly.
"I wonder why the Yin-Yang School, which has not appeared in the world for 300 years, suddenly came to find me?”
Ye Xin poured a cup of tea for Dong Jun, and with a wave of her right hand, the teacup flew towards Dong Jun at a speed that was undetectable to the naked eye.
Zhao Yu's sudden attack made Dong Jun's heart tighten. Just as she was about to stop him, she realized that the teacup had stopped in front of her and landed steadily on the table.
Dong Jun knew that this was Zhao Yu's way of showing off. He seemed to have already seen through his unfriendly intentions.
"Please have some tea." Zhao Yu sat across from him with an expressionless face, as if nothing had happened.
A trace of anger appeared on Dongjun's face. Since she was born, no one had ever dared to treat him with such an attitude.
Although she had not met anyone since she was born.
"There's no need for tea. I came here to ask Childe Yu for someone. Of course, we won't ask Childe Yu for nothing. Our Yin-Yang School can help Childe return to the State of Qin.”Fei Yan pointed at Xiao Ling who was lying on the bed.
"This girl is fated with our Yin-Yang School. She is one of the Five Spirit Xuantong that our Yin-Yang School is looking for. I hope that Gongzi Yu can bring this child back to the Yin-Yang School.”
Zhao Yu thought to himself that the true purpose of the Yin-Yang School was to find Xiao Ling and nurture her into the Young Master Si Ming.
"You want Xiao Ling? Why would I give my disciple to the Yin-Yang School for a condition that doesn't have any guarantee?”
Zhao Yu took a sip of tea, his eyes never looking at Eastern Monarch.
Prince of the East was simply too "big". Zhao Yu felt that he couldn't control himself, so it was better not to look at it.
However, his actions made Dong Jun think that Zhao Yu was ignoring him.
"Bang!" The furious Dongjun slammed the table and stood up.
"Childe Yu, you're just a traitor of the Qin Country. The only ones who can help you are the Yin-Yang School.”
"Should I threaten him? Rebellion? Did the King of Qin strip me of my title? Did he issue an arrest warrant?”Zhao Yu laughed coldly. He had heard about this from Xun Zi when he was in the Qi Kingdom.
Qin State did not strip him of his title, nor did they issue a wanted order. The people chasing after him were only the people in the net.
In other words, he was still a noble in the State of Qin.
Dong Jun was at a loss for words. She wanted to retort, but she suddenly felt a wave of pressure coming from Zhao Yu's side. Even with his cultivation, he was unable to speak for a moment.
"Don't try to threaten me. The Yin-Yang School is just a follower of history, not a controller. Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you know the so-called Heavenly Dao. I won't hand Xiao Ling over to you, but I can promise to learn your Yin-Yang Art on Xiao Ling's behalf.”
Zhao Yu's shameless words made Fei Yan's eyes widen as she thought to herself in surprise.
'How shameless must he be to say such high-sounding words?'
Instead of handing him over, you want him to teach us the Yin-Yang Art?
"Childe Yu, do you think what you said just now is too ridiculous? Do you think we Yin-Yang School are good people?”
Zhao Yu was not stupid. Now that Shaosi Ming's fate had descended on Xiao Ling, unless Xiao Ling used some heaven-defying method to change her fate, the Yin-Yang School would not be able to find another person with Shaosi Ming's fate.
Hence, Zhao Yu believed that the Yin-Yang School would not give up on the opportunity to get in touch with Xiao Ling.
Rather than letting these people remember her every day, he might as well use Xiao Ling to tie them down. As long as he held on tight, he wouldn't be afraid of Xiao Ling being brainwashed by the Yin-Yang School.
"This is my suggestion. You can choose to agree or reject it. However, if you want to snatch someone from me, you have to test my anger. Do you believe that with a word from me, your Yin-Yang School's plan will be ruined in more than ten years?”
Fei Yan's expression changed drastically when she heard this. How did Zhao Yu know that the Yin-Yang School's real plan was to be made more than ten years later?
Could it be that Zhao Yu also knew about astrology?
Fei Yan had no choice but to pay more attention to Zhao Yu. This person was far from being as simple as she had imagined.
"This matter is too important. I have to seek the consent of East Emperor Taiyi.”Fei Yan's heart was in a mess. She knew that Lu Buwei's downfall would happen in the next few years.
Once the King of Qin monopolized power, Zhao Yu would definitely be put in an important position again.
If he had really mentioned it to Ying Zheng, the Yin-Yang School's plan might not have succeeded.
"Sure, but I can only give you ten days at most. If you don't reply after ten days, I'll treat this negotiation as a failure.”
Fei Yan left with a complicated expression. The negotiation with Zhao Yu had indeed thrown her into a state of confusion, whether it was the conditions he had proposed or Zhao Yu seeing through Zhao Yu's scheme.
He had to let East Emperor Taiyi know about this as soon as possible.
As soon as Dong Jun left, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
The door opened and the waiter walked in with a white handkerchief.
"There's someone outside the door who asked me to give this white silk to you.”
Zhao Yu took the white silk with a puzzled expression and asked,"
"Did that person say anything?"
"That person said that he was an old friend, but he didn't say much else.”
After Zhao Yu heard this, he opened the white scroll and saw a few words written on it.
Tonight at midnight, five miles north of Daliang Mountain, I'll see you there.
Zhao Yu looked at the familiar handwriting in a daze. He had a feeling that he knew the person who wrote this, even though there was no signature.
"Could it be Xuan Jian? No, this word revealed a domineering aura, but there was no killing intent. It shouldn't be him. Who could it be?”
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