Chapter 130

After getting drunk, Jitang slept very soundly. When he woke up, he not only did not feel the discomfort of a hangover, but also felt very energetic.

After a night of drinking, the nightmare energy in her body had completely dissipated. It was still early, so she looked at the flowers from Qianli Yanbo for a while before flying outward.

As soon as the sky turned pale, many outer sect disciples dressed in blue and white uniforms were already running everywhere.

Ji Tang jumped off the flying sword and glanced at it, thinking that she would bring Ji Yao back to her side when she returned to Qianli Yanbo.

She casually put the sword back into the storage bag and slowly walked into Xin Pavilion.

Yang Xiaoluan was still the same as before, buried deep inside piles of letters.

Ji Tang could only see his bluish-white sleeves through the gap and called him, "Senior Brother Xiaoluan."

Yang Xiaoluan turned around in surprise when he heard the voice, and immediately smiled when he saw the person: "Why haven't you come for so long? You didn't forget me, did you?"

He walked out carefully, holding the wobbling letter, and looked at Ji Tang with surprise in his eyes, "What level of cultivation are you at now? I can't tell at all!"

After Ji Tang's cultivation returned to its peak, she no longer hid it. Now in the world of cultivation, only her senior brother can see her cultivation level, and no one else has that ability.

Without waiting for Ji Tang to speak, Yang Xiaoluan quickly pulled her to a deeper position. After confirming that no one was outside, he lowered his voice and asked her, "Do you know about the thunderstorm that struck Qianli Yanbo over a year ago?"

Jitang nodded.

Yang Xiaoluan couldn't help but hold her tightly and asked excitedly, "Is it that Immortal Master Jinzhou has returned to the peak?"

Ji Tang was stunned.

She subconsciously repeated, "Is the Immortal Lord back to the peak?"

Yang Xiaoluan's face flushed with excitement. "Yes! The last time the Immortal Venerable failed to transcend the tribulation, everyone felt it was a great pity!" He made a shushing gesture. "Although we've never heard of this from the Immortal Venerable or the Sect Master, it's an open secret that failing to transcend the tribulation will inevitably lead to a regression in cultivation."

It is true that Su Jinzhou failed to survive the tribulation and his cultivation regressed, but he had already returned to the peak long ago, but people just didn't know it yet.

Ji Tang understood. It seemed that they mistook the thunder tribulation that Ji Tang had experienced during his previous tribulation period as Su Jinzhou's.

Jitang also said in the same breath as him: "Maybe it's someone else?"

Yang Xiaoluan immediately glared at her, "It's such a good time, and you're still joking with me." Then he smiled again, "It's a good thing that the Immortal Lord has returned to the peak. There's nothing to hide."

He waved his hands and gave Jitang a reassuring look, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"

There was a hint of helplessness in Jitang's smile.

She was telling the truth, but Yang Xiaoluan didn't believe it.

She shifted her gaze behind Yang Xiaoluan, looking at the envelopes that were almost piled up to the roof. "It's been a long time since I left Xin Pavilion. Hasn't Qingbai Tower sent anyone over yet?"

Yang Xiaoluan said with a bitter face: "I was talking about it. We sent quite a few people before, but none of them could last for half a month. In the end, I was the only one left. Now there are so many letters to deliver that even if I stay up all night, it will take me a month or so."

Ji Tang: "It just so happens that I have nothing to do today, so I'll help you send some to the inner gate."

Yang Xiaoluan patted her head gently and said, "You are not needed here. You finally have nothing to do. Go and have fun."

Yang Xiaoluan treated her as a playful girl.

Ji Tang said, "Then you wait, I'll go find Jiang..." She swallowed the word 'old man', "Ask the owner Jiang how you can handle Xin Pavilion alone."

Yang Xiaoluan smiled and shook his head, not taking her words seriously. "Oh, by the way, I remember you knew Senior Brother Tan Wen, right?" He stuck his butt out and carefully pulled out an envelope from the pile. "This is his letter. You're also going back to the inner sect, so please give it to him for me."

Ji Tang raised his eyebrows, "Senior Brother, do you have a bad relationship with him?"

Otherwise, with so many letters from the inner sect, why would Yang Xiaoluan only let her deliver them to Tan Wen?

Yang Xiaoluan coughed awkwardly, "Well..."

Jitang held the letter between two fingers, and a very faint fragrance soon lingered in his nose.

She had smelled this scent before. Ji Tang recalled for a moment, "Yuxiumen?"

Yang Xiaoluan was visibly panicking. "Wha-what? How did you know?" He was so anxious that he was almost incoherent. "Has the news spread? Senior Brother Tan Wen and I are competing fairly. No, I won't let this affect our relationship as fellow disciples!"

Ji Tang frowned, "Competition for what?"

Yang Xiaoluan was stunned. "You don't know? Then why did you mention Yuxiu Sect..."

The Yuxiu Sect was full of female disciples. Yang Xiaoluan's talk of fair competition, coupled with this letter, made Jitang understand immediately, "You guys fell in love with the same female cultivator?"

Yang Xiaoluan's face turned red instantly.

Jitang's success was an accidental one.

Yang Xiaoluan didn't know where the letter came from, so he happened to ask Jitang to deliver the letter to Tan Wen. What's even more coincidental is that the letter came from Yuxiumen.

She was proficient in refining medicine and was very sensitive to any smell. After a moment's recollection, she remembered the smell in the envelope.

Ji Tang narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is that female cultivator's surname Cui?"

Spring Flower Banquet, Jade Embroidered Gate.

She remembered that the female cultivator Tan Wen had greeted had given him a lavender jade token, which Tan Wen had shown to Ji Tang. The name engraved on it was...

Yang Xiaoluan looked even more guilty, "Do you also know Ran Mei?"

Yes, Cui Ranmei.

Jitang confirmed, "That's the name."

She smelled the envelope again. Although the smell was very faint, the blend of various floral scents quickly penetrated her nostrils.

The concentration this time was not as high as last time. Last time, she felt a slight warmth in her nasal cavity as soon as she smelled the scent, but this time, there was no unusual feeling at first, but as time went on, a slight warming sensation gradually appeared.

This amount of fragrance is not enough to have a negative effect on people, but it is like a small hook that tempts people.

Ji Tang squeezed the envelope tightly, "Brother, do you really like Cui Ranmei?"

Or is it influenced by the fragrance?

Yang Xiaoluan turned into a cooked shrimp after hearing this, "Junior sister, you are still young and don't understand these things."

Ji Tang: "..." She shouldn't get involved in such matters.

Yang Xiaoluan sent her out of Xin Pavilion. She did not rush back to the inner gate, but found out where Xue Mai was and went directly to Wansong Tower.

Jitang entered through the main gate. There were many disciples inside, all busy with their own things. Only a few near the door saw her.

She was not wearing the outer sect disciple uniform, but her long, long dress in a bright red color was quite conspicuous.

The disciple stepped forward politely, "Fellow Daoist, are you here to look for someone?"

Ji Tang smiled and said, "Excuse me, is Junior Brother Xue Mai here?"

Disciple: "So he's a fellow disciple. He should be in the backyard at this hour. You can find him if you go there."

Jitang thanked him and walked straight through the first floor lobby. As he went out through the back door, he kicked something.

Before she saw what it was, she heard a humming sound, which sounded aggrieved and pitiful.

Ji Tang lowered his eyes and took a look. The black pig was lying on the ground with its four legs facing up and its belly exposed. The pig's hooves cast shadows in the air.

There was a piece of firewood next to its head. It looked like it was going to take the firewood to Sun Aizi, the owner of Wansong Tower, to burn firewood and make tea.

She walked a few steps over to the little black pig and squatted down.

Since the little black pig started working at Wansong Tower, it was rarely accidentally injured by the disciples. Even if it was accidentally injured, which disciple would not rush to help it up, pat its head and butt, and apologize and comfort it?

But this time, not only was it not helped up, it also did not hear any words of apology or comfort.

The pig's head turned, and its two little pig eyes saw the person who kicked it down.

Then the pigs squealed even louder.

"Why are you screaming? Are you killing pigs?" Ji Tang poked the pig's head with his finger. "You are a spirit pig, but you screamed so miserably after being kicked. You are so pathetic."

As she spoke, she controlled the nightmare energy to turn the little black pigs around, and stuffed the fallen firewood back into the pigs' mouths.

Sun Qichou's voice rang out from behind, "Who is bullying our little pig?"

Jitang stood up and looked.

Sun Qichou squinted his eyes and looked at her for a while. "Isn't this the one with the number nine and the water is deep?"

Ji Tang forced a laugh, "You remembered my name but deliberately didn't say it in a coherent way. It seems that the owner of the Sun building holds a grudge even more than I do."

Sun Qichou waved his hand. "Why would a little girl hold a grudge? No, I'm a broad-minded person. How could I hold a grudge against you? Didn't you just remove all the spiritual stones from outside my stone stove? You also threatened the pig once and this time even kicked it."

Ji Tang chuckled, "Master Sun has a good memory."

The little black pig ran to Sun Qichou with firewood in its mouth, grunting, and threw the firewood away, then grunted.

No matter how you look at it, Jitang looks like he is complaining.

Sun Qichou asked, "Why don't you stay in Qianliyanbo and come to Wansonglou today?"

Ji Tang: "Find a junior fellow apprentice."

Although Sun Qichou looks old, he is much younger than Jitang in terms of age.

Jitang was already giving him face by not calling him Sun the Shorty or Old Man Sun now.

Sun Qichou stroked his beard and said, "Three times is more likely to happen. If you bully Xiaozhu again next time, I will have a talk with you."

Jitang glanced at the little black pig.

The little black pig who was whining in grievance just now now has a backer. He is taking advantage of his power to bully others. He holds his head high and snorts at Ji Tang while shaking his nose.

I guess what comes out of a pig's mouth won't be good things - anyway, Ji Tang can't understand pig language, but she won't argue with the younger generation, let alone a pig.

She turned and walked away, passing through the bamboo forest at the back door of Wansong Building, and then walked through a corridor to the backyard.

Jitang saw Xue Miao sweeping the backyard at a glance.

Unexpectedly, the little disciple who said he was going to Qianli Yanbo to sweep the floor turned around and ended up sweeping the floor at Wansong Tower.

"This can be considered as the same destination..." Jitang's mouth twitched.

He was the only one in the backyard, and as soon as Ji Tang appeared, he turned around and looked.

Seeing that it was Jitang, he was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly: "Fellow Daoist Jiushuishen?"

Jitang stepped forward and said, "It's me."

Xue Mai came forward, broom in hand, his words full of grievance, "Daoyou! You finally remembered me!"

Jitang rubbed her nose, feeling a little embarrassed. She had promised someone, and then left their child outside for so long without taking care of him. It was a little unreasonable.

Ji Tang: "Didn't I recommend you to Xin Pavilion? Why are you here in Wansong Tower again?"

A look of resentment flashed across Xue Mai's face. "I worked at Xin Pavilion for a while, but I was too tired, so I left."

"Ah... um..." Jitang touched his nose.

"Anyway," Jitang gave him a soothing smile, "go to Wansong Building to handle the formalities, and then report to Qianli Yanbo."

With a "bang", the broom fell to the ground.

Xue Mai was visibly excited. "Really?! Can I really go to Qianli Yanbo?! Did the Immortal Master agree?"

He jumped three feet high, "Great! Great! Great! I'm going to Qianli Yanbo! So it seems you are still very reliable, Fellow Daoist Shuishen!"

Jitang smiled and pointed behind him, "Let's go."

Xue Mai immediately followed, took two steps, and then hurried back to pick up the broom.

Ji Tang: "Do we need to take this thing back to Wansong Tower?"

Xue Miao was full of enthusiasm, "Of course I'll take him to Qianli Yanbo!"

Jitang paused for a moment before saying, "No need to bring it."

Xue Miao looked at Jitang's back.

Why did he feel that Jiu Shuishen's eyes just now were very...loving? It must be an illusion.