paranoianovel Chapter 135 Kidnapping
Chapter 135 Kidnapping
A few breaths later, Wang Yan received a telepathic message from Du Long: "Chen Jiage discovered problematic evidence at the Qian family's residence. I've instructed him to inform Qiu Jun to bring men to arrest them in half a cup of tea's time. After this charade is over, you should take down all those people on stage!"
Wang Yan was not surprised and also sent out his divine sense: "Uncle-Master, those people on the second floor have disturbed your enjoyment. Let them atone for their sins. After I take down the people on the stage, I will have them guard them."
Dulong's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a slight smile: "What, are you afraid that Dinan will be blamed?"
"If the Qian family are traitors, and the Zhu family, living right next to them, went undetected, they need to prove their innocence. Qiu Xuankuang, sitting here, also went undetected, and he too needs to prove his innocence," Wang Yan said calmly. "This is an opportunity to test them."
"If the Zhu family has problems, Di Nan has only been a disciple for less than a month, and he is not the type to betray them. He would have had the opportunity to switch to another renowned teacher. Of course, at present, the Zhu family is not a strong suspect."
Dulong pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay!"
Wang Yan continued watching the show.
However, his mind was no longer on this.
He focused intently on the expressions and movements of the actors.
They would also use their divine sense and keen observation to discern the reactions of other spectators in the theater.
This actor is merely trying to incite the people of Jiangling City to dislike Yunding Sect's recent closure of its formation.
Or was this theater also a place where the Qian family relayed messages to other clans?
Are there any intelligence agents among the audience who are secretly colluding with the actors?
Wang Yan was filtering them one by one.
Until after half a cup of tea.
As the drumbeats suddenly intensified and then gradually subsided, and the actors on stage were about to leave, Wang Yan first whispered a request to Du Long, who was seated, then suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, "Stop!"
With a flick of his right hand, he mentally retrieved a sheet of mysterious golden paper with the inscription "Heavenly Net" from his storage bracelet and tossed it toward the people on the stage.
A bluish-green light emanated from the golden paper, quickly condensing into numerous flexible and intricate grids in the air, which then rapidly enveloped the actors who were preparing to leave.
"Not good, run!" The man dressed as a general's expression changed drastically. The long spear in his hand quickly emitted wisps of silver-white mystic energy as it slashed at the blue mystic light.
However, when these two types of profound energy collided, the silver-white profound energy was immediately shattered, while the azure profound light still powerfully reached out towards him and quickly converged in pairs, enveloping him and his companions.
"What kind of mysterious bronze script is this?" the man dressed as a general roared at Wang Yan, his voice filled with shock and anger. "Who exactly are you?"
"You have no right to know!" Wang Yan glared at him coldly, then tore off his identity badge, which emitted a mysterious light. He raised it high, turned around, stared at the Zhu family's private room on the second floor, and circulated his energy to make a sound that reverberated throughout the entire theater.
"The Cloud Cauldron Sect is capturing spies from outside the sect. All members of the Zhu family are to immediately dispatch guards to assist them. There must be no mistakes!"
The audience members below the stage, still in shock, suddenly felt a chill and their eyes widened in horror.
"My goodness, he's actually an inner disciple too! I thought he was just a junior member of that person's family!"
"He became an inner disciple at such a young age...? Could he be Di Nan...? No, his surname is Wang..."
In the Zhu family's private room on the second floor, the eldest daughter of the Zhu family stood frozen for a few moments before rushing to the railing, staring intently at Wang Yan, and asking in a trembling voice, "You...you are relatives of Peak Master Du?"
Her earlier triumph as she rode her beast through the streets vanished, replaced by fear and unease.
With her beautiful face, she looked quite charming.
Wang Yan glanced around the private room.
After the initial shock subsided, some of the other Zhu family descendants blushed, their eyes reddening with a mixture of shame and anger, and they clenched their fists, but still dared not utter a word.
Some trembled, slumped in their seats, their faces as pale as paper.
"The younger generation of the Zhu family is a mixed bag!"
Wang Yan frowned, looking at the girl in front of the railing with displeasure: "You are Miss Zhu, right? Seeing my Yunding Inner Sect nameplate, you should know roughly who Uncle Du is. Quickly call someone to assist you, and don't ask any other questions! Otherwise, the Zhu family and the Qian family coexist in Jiangling City, and this theater is run by the Qian family. Asking too many questions will only arouse suspicion."
Although this woman is quite beautiful, even the most beautiful woman loses some of her beauty when she is suspected.
Miss Zhu was taken aback, then her eyes reddened, revealing a hint of grievance and resentment. She bit her pink lips, glanced warily at Du Long, who had maintained a cold expression, and quickly shook her head: "This humble woman wouldn't dare!"
Then, she quickly turned around and anxiously reminded the other teenagers who were still in a daze: "What are you all standing there for? Go help! Guard Jin, hurry and help that Senior Brother Wang!"
The boys, their faces flushed red, glared at Wang Yan resentfully before suppressing their anger and turning to give the order.
The two timid girls, slumped in their seats, cried out in panic, "Big sister, my legs are too weak to walk!"
Wang Yan glanced disdainfully at the two of them, watched as Miss Zhu called over guards to help them out of the private room, and then looked away.
Yuan Yizheng, who was sitting in the first row, was completely dumbfounded. He stared blankly at Wang Yan, his mind a complete blank.
Wang Yan smiled apologetically at Yuan Yizheng, then swept his divine sense across the entire stage. Most of the people below the stage were staring at him in astonishment, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Dulong, however, looked with interest at the group of actors bound and unable to move by the "Heavenly Net": "You didn't even use your divine sense... What kind of divine script combat technique is this? How long can it be used?"
"At least 45 minutes," Wang Yan answered frankly. "It's okay, I've written quite a lot anyway. I'll just use another one when it expires."
Dulong immediately and naturally reached out his hand to him: "Give me a few, they're really useful!"
Wang Yan quickly took out five more from his storage bracelet and transmitted his thoughts: "If Martial Uncle is interested, I'll put them up for sale in the sect later. Consider this a free gift!"
"Hmm!" Dulong accepted it with satisfaction. "Alright, if there's anything else, just tell the Zhu family to take care of it!"
A few breaths later, the eldest daughter of the Zhu family, along with a group of elegantly dressed but uneasy-looking younger members of the Zhu family, came to pay their respects in trembling voices.
"Junior Zhu Xulan, along with my second brother Zhu Xujian, third brother Zhu Xuqiang, fourth sister Zhu Xugui, and fifth brother Zhu Xuqiao, pay our respects to Uncle Du and Senior Brother Wang!"
"Wrong!" Du Long stood with his hands behind his back, his face stern, correcting her form of address: "I am of the same generation as your Ancestor Zhu Ning. Er Huo can call me Martial Uncle, but you must call me Grandmaster!"
"Hiss!" The spectators who were still detained here under the stage all gasped.
Wang Yan felt both helpless and somewhat relieved.
"Thank goodness I didn't impersonate a disciple of Fire Refining Peak!"
Zhu Xulan parted her cherry lips slightly in confusion, looking at the proud Du Long. After a short while, she suddenly realized what he meant, immediately covered her lips, and exclaimed incredulously, "You are a god..."
After all, in the Cloud Cauldron Sect, the only Du-surname experts who could be on par with Zhu Ning were either Peak Master Du of Fire Refining Peak or Du Long of Divine Writing Peak.
Zhu Xulan had met Master Du with her grandfather before...