Chapter 69 Chapter 69 is Chen Qian, Senior Sister, Sect Master, ...

The water curtain retracted, revealing Yao Ning's dazed face.

Warm tears streamed down his face, and Yao Ning wiped them away expressionlessly.

Many years ago, I was almost freezing to death in the snow, but I could easily smile. I don’t know when it started, but I became fragile and tearful.

Chen Qian, Senior Sister, Sect Leader, and everyone around him were too nice to him.

She was originally a wild grass that no one cared about, but they treated her like a precious flower, watered her, and placed her in a glass cover.

Yao Ning thought, this is enough, she has got enough.

Don't try to touch the dangerous truth.

Don't let Chen Qian fall into the choice again.

To Shen Qian, the Great Dao of Ascension is precious, and she is also precious.

They have worshipped heaven and earth, made vows, and confessed their feelings.

Her wish has been fulfilled.

The water curtain opened again, and Shen Qian's anxious voice was heard, but it was only for a moment, and then it suddenly disappeared the next moment. The only sound in the ears was the sound of the wind passing through the wilderness.

Yao Ning held the tracing mirror, and a faint light of spiritual flow lingered around it. Suddenly, it was retracted and the mirror returned to dimness.

Yao Ning stroked the mirror with his thumb, rubbed it twice with care, and then put it away.

*

As night falls, a bustling market is located on the border of Zhongze. Tall weeping willows sway in the wind, vendors shout their wares, and tourists flock in.

The inn at the corner is in an excellent location, with pearl curtains and embroidered eaves, and flickering candles illuminating the interlaced eaves.

Among the guests coming and going, a noble lady who looked no different from the other guests walked through the door and entered the inn.

"One of the upper rooms."

The shopkeeper looked up and saw that the woman was wearing a royal blue Hangzhou silk, a moon-white floral gauze bodice, a shiny golden hairpin inserted diagonally in her bun, and a face that was neither fat nor thin, with a few freckles dotted on her cheeks.

This is an ordinary face. Although he is dressed in rich clothes, it can be seen that his family background is not very rich. He is a common guest in this inn.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Okay, take it."

The woman thanked him and was led upstairs by the waiter.

The waiter settled the woman, bent down to close the door, and when he turned around, he accidentally bumped into a customer walking towards him.

The inn was frequented by the wealthy and the noble, so there were many rules. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat and apologized profusely. Then he heard a gentle voice say, "It's okay."

He thanked the guest repeatedly and said some auspicious words, then stepped aside to make way. The guest nodded and left.

The waiter looked up curiously and saw that the man was dressed in luxurious purple clothes with gold brocade and a white jade dragon head belt with tiger pattern on his belt. He exuded such noble aura that people dared not look directly at him.

The maid behind the purple-robed guest glanced over lightly, and the waiter's heart shuddered and he quickly lowered his eyes.

This group of people also lived in the upper room, which was separated from here by several rooms. The maid behind them followed the purple-clothed woman into the room. After closing the door, a violent cough suddenly sounded.

"Your Highness!" The purple-robed maid hurried forward but was stopped by a gesture.

Meng Yaoguang glanced at the blood on his palm, wiped it casually with a handkerchief, and asked, "Are you sure she came here?"

"Immortal Yao's whereabouts are erratic, and she doesn't seem to have a specific destination. However, we followed the chaotic energy on her body and the method that person gave us, and we were able to confirm that the Immortal Yao had indeed come to Zhongzezhou."

The maid paused and asked doubtfully, "The Tianshu Sect and the Demon Realm King are both in Zhongze. Logically, she should stay away from this place."

Meng Yaoguang said, "Without a destination, people can't guess her whereabouts, and she can avoid being waited for. The most dangerous place is the safest."

The maid lowered her head and said, "I am stupid."

Meng Yaoguang coughed a few more times.

"Your Highness?"

Meng Yaoguang shook his head, pressed his chest, and said to someone unknown, "How cruel."

As the night deepened, the lights in the inn gradually dimmed and there was a knock on the door.

A moment later, a maid led in a person with a veil covering his face, and then the several people standing there retreated together.

The man lifted his veil, and the candlelight shone on his shiny head. It turned out to be a monk.

The man put something on the table without saying a word.

Meng Yaoguang's eyes fell on it: "Relics?"

The monk stepped back a few steps, clasped his hands together and said, "Your Highness, it's just fragments."

Meng Yaoguang withdrew his gaze and said coldly, "It better be useful."

"The relics are the product of the merits of great monks throughout the ages. They were originally enshrined in the Brahma Temple to protect peace in the human world. Now that the Brahma Temple has been destroyed, the merits are gone, and they certainly can't maintain peace in the world."

The monk glanced at Meng Yaoguang's bored expression and said calmly, "I will refine the fragments. This object can illuminate both pure and turbid energy."

Meng Yaoguang looked at the monk: "What about the chaotic energy?"

"As Your Highness wishes."

Meng Yaoguang held up the bead and examined it carefully.

The monk stepped forward tactfully, raised the candlestick and stood beside Meng Yaoguang.

The candlelight spread out, and trembling peony petals appeared on Meng Yaoguang's snow-white cheeks, with black demonic aura emanating from them.

Those who were infected by the Jiuzhou sects, either voluntarily or involuntarily, had all their chaotic energy eradicated.

Those who could not bear the pain of falling in realm before, after that righteous cultivator who rebelled against the demon world but was killed by the zombie as a warning to others, all gave up the idea of ​​becoming a demon.

Meng Yaoguang, a princess of the human world and the leader of the Tianshu sect, allowed herself to fall into the devil's trap.

The monk looked at the strange black lines on her face, felt a chill on his back, and quickly lowered his head.

If you try to get the skin of a tiger, you will never escape unscathed.

But considering Meng Yaoguang's status and position, what exactly does she want to do?

Meng Yaoguang didn't mind the horrified look beside him, but seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking. He said, "There are too many cultivators in the world. There is a hierarchy of nobility and inferiority, just like the difference between cold and heat, and the difference between mountains and rivers. But look at you now—"

“They’ve completely forgotten.”

The monk lowered his head, his heart in turmoil, and dared not answer.

After a while, he asked cautiously, "Your Highness, if we can't find Immortal Venerable Yao Ning, as time goes on, the cultivators of Jiuzhou will sooner or later discover the loopholes in this whole thing. Chen Qian and Gu Wuchen will not sit idly by. By then, even if Your Highness is confused, I'm afraid you won't be able to control the situation."

Meng Yaoguang laughed: "Did I bewitch them?"

The monk choked and didn't know how to answer.

Meng Yaoguang's eyes revealed contempt: "Do you know the essence of confusing the mind?"

"Your Highness's unique skill is to deceive the mind. Your Highness is a genius, and I, a dull-witted servant, do not know it."

"The essence of bewitching people—" Meng Yaoguang tapped the table. "Even if I don't take action, they will bewitch themselves."

The monk was shocked and wondered if Meng Yaoguang hadn't used his power to confuse the leaders of the various sects when he exposed Yao Ning that day?

But how could it be possible? Someone who could become the head of a sect was definitely not stupid or foolish. Could they just turn a blind eye to all the doubts?

Meng Yaoguang glanced at him and said, "Even if what I said that day were to leak out like a sieve, these people would definitely stand against Yao Ning.

"Even if everything is false, at least one thing is true—Yao Ning is a body of chaos.

"The chaotic energy spread, destroying both the righteous and evil paths to immortality. Compared to this, my Meng Yaoguang's calculations, the Tianshu Sect's planning, and the arrangements of those behind the scenes are all insignificant."

Meng Yaoguang collected the beads refined from the Chaos Fragments, glanced at the monk whose head was already covered in sweat, and smiled brightly and generously: "This is what it means to confuse the mind."

*

Early the next morning, the first floor was bustling with noise, and the waiter was shouting as he shuttled between the guests.

There were limited seats, so the newly arrived people looked around and saw a woman in a silk dress sitting alone at a small table. They approached her and asked if they could have breakfast together.

The woman was quite friendly and invited a few people to sit down. They thanked each other and exchanged a few words. After all, they didn't know each other before, so there was no more conversation. The few people started chatting about their trivial matters while eating.

The woman had an ordinary appearance and ordinary manners, but she was very focused and serious when eating, as if the porridge and side dishes in front of her were some kind of rare delicacies.

As she was eating, she noticed a pair of eyes looking at her several times.

The woman pretended not to know. After a moment, she raised her eyes casually and glanced at the diners coming and going in the lobby. Unexpectedly, her eyes met with a young man's.

Both of them were stunned for a moment. The woman only looked for a moment and then looked away as if embarrassed. On the contrary, the young man was a little flustered. When he met the woman's gaze, he suddenly turned his head away, and it was very obvious that he was trying to cover up his mistake.

The woman lowered her head and continued eating.

Half a minute later, the same gaze from the same direction fell stealthily on her face again.

The woman sighed, put down her chopsticks, stood up and walked towards the young man, and sat down opposite him when the other turned his head in panic.

The young man caught a glimpse of the woman looking directly at him, so he turned his head, coughed, and forced a smile: "What can I do for you, my lady?"

The woman stared at him quietly, without speaking or moving.

The young man almost gave up under this oppressive gaze, but he managed to appear calm and looked back as calmly as possible.

The two of them stared at each other in silence in the bustling and noisy lobby of the inn, which was a very strange scene.

Less than half a minute later, the young man could no longer hold on. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He suddenly stood up and was about to leave.

A sword that was shining coldly but seemed extremely hot was placed across his neck, with the sharp edge flashing with light, as if if he moved forward half an inch, he would instantly bleed to death.

The young man gasped, his face turned pale, and he froze in place.

"Sit down." The woman said gently.

The young man did not move, but glanced sideways at the woman's calm face. He could not help but shudder and suddenly shouted loudly -

"The Lord of Destruction! The Lord of Destruction has appeared! She is going to kill us all! Everyone, run! Run!!!"

He was full of righteousness and shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice almost breaking on the last utterance.

However, the inn was still noisy, with the sounds of talking, chewing, footsteps, and abacus. Everyone was the same as before, and the young man's howling seemed to be somewhere far away.

The young man looked around in panic, and suddenly turned to look at the ordinary woman who was still sitting in front of him. He felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, his legs softened, and he sat back on the bench.

Yao Ning then leaned forward leisurely, his lips parted, and he said gently, "You can scream, but no one will save you even if you scream your throat out."