Chapter 28: Looking for me specifically? "I still have time to spend with you for a while...

Feeling the cold gazes of the people around him, Shen Wenji choked and subconsciously defended himself, "Uh... I have a similar one that I plan to give to Xie Yunqing. Aren't you two close friends?"

Her voice softened slightly, and she asked tentatively, "It should be okay to use the same model, right?"

Xie Yunqing: “……?”

Do you think they're wearing the same ring as me? This is a completely unexpected development.

Silence spread between the two of them, with a hint of subtle awkwardness.

After a moment, Xie Yunqing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he began to make excuses for himself: "You don't have to send Xie Yunqing's portion."

His tone was deliberately cold. "This ring is useless to me anyway. I'll just give it to him when the time comes."

"Huh?" Shen Wenji was stunned, his clear almond-shaped eyes widening. "How can that be? This is clearly a thank-you gift for you, how can I let you give it away?"

She thought for a moment and added, "Besides, Xie Yunqing and I are familiar with each other, so it doesn't matter if I don't give him a gift. Otherwise..."

"Stop!" Xie Yunqing interrupted hurriedly, afraid that he would hear something like "Then I won't send Xie Yunqing off." from her mouth.

He must completely extinguish any signs of affection she has for the Master of Zuihua Tower. If this continues, the weight of this pseudonym in her heart will probably surpass the real person. How abominable.

"Since the gift has been given to me, it is my right to decide how to deal with it." He adopted the usual aloof attitude of the original poster, trying to break her filter.

"Oh..." Shen Wenji responded muffledly, lowered his eyes and said, "Indeed, then, sir, please deal with it as you please."

Xie Yunqing's mouth twitched, his fingers unconsciously stroking the ring. His voice was light and he left a puzzling sentence: "Remember to keep your ring well, and don't give it away to others casually."

Shen Wenji looked up blankly: "Huh?"

Before she could figure out the deeper meaning of these words, the owner of Zuihualou had already turned around and prepared to leave.

Shen Wenji remembered what he was going to ask, and hurriedly called him: "Master, please stay, I have something else I want to ask."

As soon as Xie Yunqing stopped and turned around, Shen Wenji had already caught up with him.

Her breathing was slightly disordered, and she stared at him with sparkling eyes. She asked, "I have something to ask you. When we first met, I accidentally entered your room and perhaps left something behind. Did you pick up a pink sachet with the single Chinese character 'Ji' embroidered on it?"

Xie Yunqing's fingers clenched quietly under his sleeves, but his face remained calm. He asked calmly, "Is this thing important to you?"

"Yes." Shen Wenji said without any concealment: "My mother gave it to me, and I accidentally lost it. If you know any relevant information, please let me know."

"So it was given to you by your mother." Xie Yunqing pretended to be thoughtful, then spoke in a fake voice, "I have some impression of it. If I remember correctly...it seems that Xie Yunqing took it. He said he had a close friend whose name contained the character 'Ji', so perhaps it was left behind by his friend."

His deep pupils stared closely at Shen Wenji's eyes, and he smiled softly, "Why don't you take the initiative to ask Xie Yunqing."

Shen Wenji nodded and said with sincere gratitude: "Thank you, sir, you have helped me again."

Originally, she wanted to take the opportunity to talk to him about compiling the secret manual of the Hehuan Sect, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that he had helped her enough that day, and in the end she was too embarrassed to force him.

After watching the dark figure completely disappear, Shen Wenji followed the Hehuan Sect's team back to the sect's meeting hall.

Mother Shen Qingli took out the holy object hidden in the secret room and put it in a mahogany box. The box looked very ordinary, without even any patterns, but the top and sides were covered with a lot of talismans.

Her mother only told her to give it to the Demon Saint Son tomorrow. Shen Wenji asked about the specific function of the holy object, but her mother was still the same as before and refused to say anything.

With curiosity in his heart, Shen Wenji carefully opened the box. Inside was a small golden bell with a cassia flower carved on it. There was a tiny gap in the middle of the bell, which might be able to divide the upper and lower halves into two.

She shook it tentatively, and it rang normally, with nothing strange happening. But perhaps because the space in between was not full, the ringing sound had a light, empty quality to it.

Shen Wenji once asked his mother if he should make a fake and send it to them. His mother simply shook her head, her expression firm: "If the fake is discovered, it will bring disaster. If we give them the real thing, they may not be able to understand the mystery behind it."

At noon the next day, Shen Wenji arrived at the gate of Hehuan Sect a moment ahead of schedule, holding the sacred object.

Unexpectedly, the Demon Saint actually kept his promise and came in person, even arriving earlier than her.

I thought the Demon Saint was busy killing people all the time, but now it seems that he is honest and trustworthy.

The Son of God's clothing was completely different from what he saw that day. As a member of the demon clan, he was wearing white clothes today.

It's not that they discriminate based on clothing color, but rather that since ancient times, the righteous and demonic sects have been like an agreement. The righteous immortals prefer white clothing, most notably the members of the Tianxuan Sect. The demons and monsters prefer black clothing, and light-colored clothing is almost unheard of.

At this moment, the Holy Son of the Demon Clan was dressed in flowing white clothes, looking a bit like the leader of the righteous path.

"Chen Wenji?" The Demon Saint approached with a smile, two dimples faintly visible on his lips, and his eyes fell gently on her face, "That's the name, right?"

His tone was familiar: "My name is Mo Cang, so we should be considered... friends, right?"

Shen Wenji nodded in response to his name, then paused and asked curiously, "Why do you and Chen Yousi have different surnames?"

"Oh, that bastard." Mo Cang's smile remained unchanged, but a trace of contempt flashed across his eyes. "He was born to a lowly mother and has inferior blood. Naturally, he is not worthy of sharing the same surname with the Demon Lord."

"Let's not talk about bad luck anymore." He looked at her with a smile and invited her, "If you need anything, you are welcome to come to the Demon Tribe to play in the future."

Shen Wenji complained in her heart: Only a ghost would want to go there. She never wanted to set foot in a place like the Demon Clan in her entire life.

However, she maintained basic courtesy and forced a polite smile: "Thank you for your hospitality, Saint Son. If you have time, I will definitely bother you."

After sending the big Buddha away, Shen Wenji planned to go to Xie Yunqing to ask about the sachet.

This guy is the same. He said before that he would closely monitor her for seven days, but he couldn't even be seen for two days in a row, and no one knew what he was busy with. Could it be that the test he said was also a lie?

Shen Wenji shook her head violently, clearing away the random thoughts in her head. She was really crazy. Why was she still looking forward to Xie Yunqing testing her...

According to the intelligence, she came to the gate of Tianxuan Sect and waited for Xie Yunqing. After hesitating for a long time, she still didn't dare to go in. After all, she left very decisively at that time. Now she came here again wearing similar men's clothes, and she felt inexplicably embarrassed.

As she was hesitating and wandering, a tall and thin man walked out of the door. He recognized Shen Wenji at a glance and beckoned her in.

Shen Wenji's gaze fell on the man's face. The more he looked at him, the more familiar he seemed, as if he had met him in the previous Tianxuan Sect trial.

The tall and thin man asked bluntly: "Brother Shen, why are you here? Are you planning to rejoin the Tianxuan Sect?"

Shen Wenji avoided his gaze, scratched his head, and replied: "I'm not, I came..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the man. He glanced at her with contempt and said sarcastically, "That's good. You left so cleanly before, but now you come back with your tail between your legs. What kind of hero are you? It's best if you never set foot in the Tianxuan Sect again, otherwise it will really make you a laughing stock if the news gets out."

Shen Wenji was filled with anger. What kind of person was this guy? She could go wherever she wanted, but why would such a person have the right to interfere?

"Who are you?" She raised her eyes, a smile in her eyes, but her tone was cold as ice: "Forgive my ignorance, but nowadays, what kind of filthy thing can speak human language?"

Chen Wenji suddenly understood and smiled even more. "Oh! I see. No wonder you're standing here. You're a guard dog. Unfortunately, you're such a lousy dog. You bark at everyone you see and are so noisy. You're an eyesore. Why don't you get out of here?"

"You..." The tall and thin man's face turned red instantly, and he rolled up his sleeves as if to teach her a lesson.

However, before he could raise his fist, he flew ten meters away like a kite with a broken string.

Shen Wenji looked down at her palm in surprise. She had just finished the magic formula and her spiritual power should not have been unleashed... How could this person fly by himself?

The next moment, Xie Yunqing's cold figure appeared not far away.

Shen Wenji blinked his eyelashes, his figure swayed slightly, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of her, his brows furrowed: "The disciples of Tianxuan Sect don't know the etiquette, are you okay?"

"It's okay," Shen Wenji shook his head and smiled, "With his strength, he can't hurt me at all."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Xie Yunqing, and asked curiously, "How did you get here so quickly?"

"Today is the routine inspection period for the sect's secret realm," Xie Yunqing explained, his breathing slightly unsteady. "I was just leading the team to enter the secret realm when I heard the news of your arrival, so I rushed here without stopping."

Chen Wenji thought to himself: There's actually a fixed day for exploring secret realms...? The disciples of Tianxuan Sect are so unpredictable, no wonder they're the most powerful sect among the upright sects.

Xie Yunqing pursed his lips, with a barely perceptible nervousness in his eyes: "You... came here specifically to look for me?"

"Yes," Shen Wenji nodded, scratching his head a little embarrassedly, "Did I bother you? But how did you know I was coming?"

Xie Yunqing chuckled: "Ever since you started the sect trial, you've become famous in the Tianxuan Sect. After all, everyone is scrambling to get in, and people like you who don't care are the minority."

He pointed at a tall, thin man being helped away by fellow disciples not far away, and said in a slightly cold tone, "He was originally not destined for the Tianxuan Sect, but because you vacated a spot, he was able to take advantage of it. Many of his fellow disciples often teased him about this, and I'm sure he harbored a grudge against you because of it."

Shen Wenji understood. She looked at the team gathered at the mountain gate and said with some worry: "Is your secret realm exploration about to begin? Do you still have time to chat with me here..."

"It's about to start, but this little time won't hurt." Xie Yunqing's eyes fell on her face, and he said slowly, "I still have time to spend with you for a while."

She couldn't bear the charge of delaying the secret realm trial of Tianxuan Sect's chief disciple.

Shen Wenji asked tentatively, "The secret realm of Tianxuan Sect... can outsiders enter? We can go in and talk about it, but it seems that we can't explain it clearly for a while now."

"That's feasible." Xie Yunqing looked troubled and hesitated, "But the secret realm is a bit dangerous. You need someone to guarantee you before you can enter."

"That's easy." Shen Wenji's eyes lit up, and he patted his shoulder generously, saying with a smile: "Just vouch for me. Don't worry, I have the ability to protect myself and will never drag you down!"

Xie Yunqing lowered his eyes to look at her smiling face and slowly added, "The guarantor must be a blood relative..."

He paused, raised his eyes and looked directly at her, a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes: "Or a Taoist partner."

His eyes swept over her men's clothing, and the smile on his lips deepened: "How about... you change into women's clothes and come in with me? Then tell me that you are my Taoist partner."

"Women...women's clothing?" Shen Wenji's voice stuttered a little.

"At this point, there's no need to pretend anymore." Xie Yunqing's smile didn't reach his eyes, and his voice was filled with a barely perceptible coldness. "When you pretended to be a couple with Zuihua Tower Master, you were quite adept at it, weren't you? Pretending to be a Taoist couple with me should be easy for you, right?"

Shen Wenji muttered softly: "Why did the host tell you everything..."

Seeing her hesitation, Xie Yunqing turned around, playing hard to get, and said indifferently, "If you're not in a hurry, just wait until I come out. It's just that the time limit in the secret realm is unpredictable, as short as a few days, as long as several months. I'm afraid you can't wait."

"Wait!" Shen Wenji gritted his teeth, called out to Xie Yunqing, and said with difficulty: "I'll go."

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