What are they doing?

Shang Yanting sat down next to her. "Shall we go sneaking into the city lord's mansion tonight?"

Jia Xitong, who had just woken up, was stunned for a moment, then got out of bed. "Wait a minute, let me get ready."

As she spoke, she took out a small medicine bottle and poured out a brown pill.

"What's this?"

Shang Yanting leaned closer; he remembered that he had never seen these pills before.

"It was a gift from Li Tuo."

Jia Xitong answered, holding up the pill.

She had a slight mental lapse before, and she was obsessed with flicking people's foreheads. When she recovered, she swallowed her embarrassment and apologized to them.

They have a pretty good relationship now, and Jia Xitong occasionally helps him find some alchemy materials he needs.

In exchange, Li Tuo would also give her some strange and unusual pills.

Shang Yanting was surprised that she had started socializing with Li Tuo, but it also seemed to make sense.

"Do you even know what kind of medicine he gave you? He dares to give you anything like that."

Although Li Tuo was a highly skilled physician, he was primarily an alchemist, and his specialty was concocting poison pills.

"Yes, I know. Li Tuo said it's good for your health."

Jia Xitong took out a small, decent-looking box and placed the pills inside. Instantly, it went from wholesale to retail, becoming considerably more upscale.

"Li Tuo said that this thing is good for women's beauty and complexion, good for men's kidneys and essence, and good for the elderly's longevity. It is a great tonic. Since we are going to visit someone, even though it is late at night, we can't go empty-handed."

After all, she's a person who values ​​things.

Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting's lips twitched slightly.

##

late at night

Shang Yanting carried a raccoon, which in turn brought a gift package.

The City Lord's Mansion is located in the very center of Yun City.

The night was dark everywhere except for the brightly lit rooms outside the city lord's mansion.

The music was coming from this place.

Shang Yanting arrived on his sword, but was blocked by a transparent spiritual energy shield just as he was about to enter the city lord's mansion.

There's even a formation.

How could an ordinary defensive formation possibly withstand a Martial Emperor?

He gathered spiritual energy in his palm and easily tore a hole in the array's spiritual energy, leading the raccoon into the city lord's mansion. The raccoon, perched on Shang Yanting's arm, looked down and saw a group of people dressed in dark brown robes playing the zither, with guards standing watch all around.

This doesn't look like daytime enjoyment; it's more like a ritual that one dares not neglect in the slightest.

The city lord's mansion was originally brightly lit only on the outside, with sparse lights flickering inside. However, they had only been inside for a quarter of an hour when the other lanterns inside also lit up, and all the warriors rushed out to stand ready.

The raccoon looked down at them and said, "The city lord's mansion is so lively at night. Are they all night owls?"

Shang Yanting: "...These people are here to arrest us."

The fact that the formation was broken was naturally discovered by the people inside.

Seeing the people below standing ready, he slowly descended and stood in the middle of them.

The warriors inside the manor formed a circle, pointing their long swords at the two men. A man dressed in black robes, with an extraordinary air, stepped out from among the warriors. "Who goes there? Why do you trespass into my city lord's manor in the dead of night?"

A group of cultivators whose highest cultivation level is only Martial Spirit.

Shang Yanting waved his hand, knocking the weapons out of their hands. "Who is the city lord?"

We can't win.

The weapon in his hand was knocked away, and those around him realized that the opponent was extremely powerful.

Yuncheng is a barren land with scarce resources. How could such a powerful cultivator suddenly appear in a place like theirs?

"Senior, please forgive my intrusion. I am the city lord of Yuncheng. May I ask what important matter you have for me? I will certainly cooperate."

The middle-aged man in black looked much older than Shang Yanting, but he bowed respectfully to him. That's how it is on the Aotian Continent: when everyone is roughly equal in strength, reason prevails; but when you are far stronger, you become the one in charge.

Shang Yanting looked at the front, walked to a wooden chair in the center, and sat down. "Don't panic. I just want to ask you something."

"Yes, we are good people."

The raccoon nodded, then handed over the orange-sized box in his hand. "I apologize for the late-night visit to the city lord's mansion. This is a small gift for your visit; the pills inside can beautify the skin, nourish the body, and strengthen the spirit."

The city lord was clearly stunned. You call this a visit?

He glanced at Shang Yanting, then took the gift from the raccoon's hands with both hands. "Thank you... senior?"

Jia Xitong: "You're welcome."

Are Warcraft games this intelligent and human-like these days?

As the city lord who had never left Yuncheng, he curiously stared at the raccoon a couple more times.

"I would like to know the origin of Yuncheng's zither playing and why it needs to be played day and night."

"this……"

The city lord had barely received the gift and hadn't even properly held it when Shang Yanting inquired about the secrets of Yuncheng.

What does this powerful being want to do?

His hands are shaking a little now.

"You'd better tell the truth."

Shang Yanting said unhurriedly, "Whether it's the truth or a lie, I can tell at a glance."

He looks like a villain who comes to your door relying on his strength.

Jia Xitong wanted to say something to ease the tension, so she said, "Just answer seriously. We're not the kind of ruthless, heartless villains who would slaughter entire families."

The more she spoke, the paler the city lord's face became.

Shang Yanting looked down at her.

sure.

They've become a threat.

Under Jia Xitong's "comfort," the city lord of Yuncheng had all the books recording the history of Yuncheng brought over.

"Reporting to the senior, our Yun City was founded five hundred years ago. Its predecessor was the people of the extinct Western Yan Kingdom."

When their kingdom fell, their ancestors led several hundred people, along with thousands of servants and laborers, to this place to build a city. This has continued into the present generation, now the seventh generation.

Shang Yanting asked him to explain why the zither needed to be played, and he began to explain how Yuncheng was built.

"Due to the constant warfare at the time, powerful cultivators were competing in magical duels, moving mountains and filling seas. It was extremely difficult to find a suitable place to live with few cultivators and magical beasts."

This place was free from attacks by magical beasts and the comings and goings of cultivators. The surrounding terrain was flat and the soil fertile, making it extremely suitable for living. Therefore, the ancestors chose this place as the site for building the city.

"So what? Does this have anything to do with playing the zither?" Jia Xitong was getting impatient with his long string of nonsense.

"Our ancestors had already prepared to settle here when they discovered that although the place was nice, everyone had nightmares at night."

My dreams were filled with all sorts of bizarre and fantastical things.

Some people even engage in various aggressive actions in their dreams.

To hurt yourself, or to hurt others.

In just half a month, nearly a hundred of the people they brought were killed or injured.

Only then did their ancestors realize that the reason no magical beasts or cultivators had come was because the place itself was problematic.

Upon hearing the rest of the story, Jia Xitong craned her neck, "Why is that? What does it have to do with playing the zither?"

---Aside---

Goodnight everyone~

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