Chapter 331: You still don’t allow me to hook up with men? Pah!

Deep in the imperial palace, the Ziwei Terrace.

Unlike other palaces with flourishing flowers and numerous servants, this place has only one master, the commander Chu Xinglan.

At the highest point of the temple, above the third floor, there is a small open-air platform.

It was exactly what she usually used for astrology, but it was far inferior to the collapsed astrological platform.

Chu Xinglan sat quietly in front of the stone table in the center of the platform, his eyes fixed on the cup of tea in front of him.

Without any warning, a circle of rapid ripples appeared on the mirror-smooth surface of the tea.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the vast sky.

Tonight the stars are bright and dazzling, dotting the black jade plate, but the moonlight is dim and obscured by a thin layer of clouds.

At this moment when the starlight was at its brightest, a strange blood-red light flashed across the western sky, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

Chu Xinglan frowned and was lost in thought.

The tea on the table fluctuated with her mood, the ripples growing more and more intense, the surface trembling violently, as if stirred by an invisible hand. Eventually, the surface returned to calm, but was covered by a layer of wispy, white mist, which made the clear tea hazy and unclear, and could no longer reflect anything.

An indescribable feeling of stagnation blocked his heart, and Chu Xinglan's fingertips tightened unconsciously.

At the moment when the blood light flashed, she seemed to have caught a glimpse of crucial inspiration.

But it is like a shooting star in the darkness, fleeting and difficult to trace.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and his fists, hidden in his wide sleeves, were quietly clenched.

This was a huge shock to Chu Xinglan, who had always been aloof and self-restrained.

She had already sensed the source of the interruption in her thoughts and stood up angrily.

The next moment, her figure disappeared silently from the observatory.

On an early autumn night in Fengjing, the air gradually gets cooler, but the smoky atmosphere from the street stalls cannot be dispelled.

Next to a wonton stall, there was a carrying pole selling candied haws and hot steamed buns with pork sauce.

The dim lanterns swayed in the night wind, illuminating the busy figures of the stall owners.

The sweetness of the syrup, the rich salty aroma of the braised meat, the deliciousness of the bone broth, and the unique wheat aroma of the charcoal-grilled noodles all wrap passers-by in warmth.

A middle-aged man was squatting on a bench in a very ungraceful manner, with several empty bowls and plates in front of him.

At this moment, he was holding a bowl of hot wontons, slurping them and sweating profusely.

There were a few oil stains on the collar of his clothes, and a few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead by sweat, making him look even more messy.

"Ha..." He exhaled a breath of hot air with satisfaction and wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve.

"Fengjing is still the best. The climate is comfortable and the food is amazing, though it's a bit expensive."

He muttered to himself, "Living in Fengjing is not easy."

Chu Xinglan's figure appeared beside him like a ghost, and his eyes swept over the bench next to him, where a half-worn patchwork jacket was casually draped.

The person in front of her was none other than Jiang Wuya, the current leader of Tianyan Sect and also her senior brother.

"Who is it?" Chu Xinglan's voice was cold and emotionless.

Jiang Wuya didn't even raise his head, continuing to work on the wontons in his bowl, and mumbled, "Yan Wujiu, Yang Wuhui."

After swallowing it, he curled his lips and was too lazy to even call him "Senior Brother".

Alas, as the head of the Tianyan Sect, he really can't establish any authority at all.

"Where?" Chu Xinglan asked.

"Xuanwu North Road, not far from the border, hidden in a deserted ravine."

“Why don’t you bring it back?”

"Heh," Jiang Wuya sneered, putting down the bowl and glancing at her. "That's enough, are you really treating this as an interrogation?"

"What we promised you was to find out who did it, but we didn't say we would also arrest them. That's a different price."

Chu Xinglan took a deep breath and suppressed his surging emotions: "How can you prove that what you said is true?"

"Heh," Jiang Wuya sneered disdainfully, "Although Yan has reached the Divine Martial Realm, since I've already discovered his whereabouts, if we work together to deduce the truth, we should be able to verify it almost completely, right?"

Chu Xinglan's heart sank. Yan Wujiu had actually entered the Divine Martial Realm?

Without the "three plates" inherited from the sect, and without the true core teachings, it is not easy to reach this level. This person is indeed talented.

Now that the goal is clear and it is not just aimless deduction, the difficulty is greatly reduced.

It was just that the senior brother took the initiative to propose that they work together to deduce the truth. It was not to help her verify it, but clearly to take the opportunity to pave the way for subsequent matters.

Chu Xinglan said no more, and an obscure wave suddenly rose around him.

With her as the center, the bustling sounds of the city, the swaying lights, and even the drifting heat around her seemed to be in a brief stagnation.

Seeing this, Jiang Wuya quickly finished the remaining wontons in a few bites and wiped his mouth casually.

He put away his lazy look, made hand gestures with a serious expression, and an equally mysterious aura rose from his body.

The aura of the people and the land echoed faintly, forming a mysterious connection with Chu Xinglan's power.

Just like invisible silk threads interwoven into a web, exploring the mysterious cause and effect.

With the two of them working together to deduce, the fragments about Yan Wujiu's assassination attempt flashed like broken glass, and finally became clear.

However, when Chu Xinglan tried to find out more about the connections behind the scenes, he was suddenly shrouded in a thick fog that could not be dissolved.

Just as she was concentrating her true energy and trying to force her way through the fog, Jiang Wuya suddenly withdrew his strength and the connection was instantly severed.

"Junior sister," Jiang Wuya clapped his hands, and a smile returned to his face.

"I've fulfilled my promise and found out who did it. Now, it's your turn to fulfill it, right?"

Chu Xinglan was silent, she knew she couldn't refuse.

If I refuse now, given this senior brother's vengeful nature, there will be endless trouble later. Moreover...

Deep down in her heart, she also wanted to find out who the "Heavenly Plate" recognized as its master.

"good."

Finally, the cold words came out from her lips.