In the guest room of the west courtyard of the Wenren residence.
A golden, hazy-glowing Qiankun bag floated silently in front of Chi Yuan.
Chi Yuan quickly formed a seal to break the restriction with his hands, and his powerful spiritual energy transformed into mysterious crimson runes that spun rapidly around the golden Qiankun bag.
boom!
The crimson runes spun faster and faster, eventually forming a crimson halo. Then, the halo rapidly shrank towards the golden Qiankun bag, instantly creating a shockwave. The golden Qiankun bag swayed and shook in mid-air for a few moments before returning to calm.
"Even the method of breaking the seal taught by my master cannot break this seal."
Chi Yuan's eyes gleamed with a strange light. When he first obtained this Qiankun Bag, he easily broke through its seal with his newly acquired ninth-level Spirit Venerable cultivation. However, he did not expect that the seal would automatically recover. Moreover, if his cultivation was insufficient to forcibly break it, he would need a corresponding method to unlock it. As a result, after losing his Spirit Venerable cultivation, he could no longer open the Qiankun Bag.
"With my current cultivation level of the fourth level of the Spirit King realm, I am somewhat powerless to forcibly break this restriction. I could ask my senior sister or master for help, but how can I explain the origin of this thing? After all, the Heavenly Demon Sect is a major sect of the demonic path..."
After pondering for a while, Chi Yuan decided not to ask his senior sister or master for help. After all, this was trouble he had caused before becoming a disciple, and it was best not to expose it if possible. In any case, this restriction could be forcibly broken by someone with the cultivation level of Mo Linghuang, and with his cultivation speed, it wouldn't be long before he could break it.
"Young Master Fufeng, my master summoned me to find you."
Just then, Wenren Bingying's light and melodious voice came from outside the door.
"Come in and speak."
With a thought, Chi Yuan put away the golden Qiankun bag.
The door was gently pushed open, and Wenren Bingying, dressed as she had during the day, stepped into the room.
Walking gracefully to Chi Yuan's side, Wenren Bingying gently smoothed her cloud-like hair, gazed at Chi Yuan with affectionate eyes, and softly said, "Young Master Fufeng, thanks to your Purple Essence Dao Spirit Pill, Bingying's spiritual realm has risen two levels in one go, and I have also been promoted to the third level of Spirit King."
"A breakthrough would be good."
Chi Yuan smiled slightly and then asked, "What did your master summon you to see me about?"
Wenren Bingying lightly bit a cherry petal and tentatively began, "The city lord of Jingyang City has hosted a banquet and invited my master and me to attend. My master hopes that you, young master, will also be present. I wonder if you, young master..."
"You guys go ahead, I won't go."
Chi Yuan refused, saying he had no interest in joining in the fun.
Wenren Bingying anticipated that Chi Yuan would refuse, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Young Master, there are two other people attending this banquet. One is the Sect Master of my Yingyue Sect, and the other is the Sect Master's personal disciple, who is also the Third Prince of Daqian Kingdom, Gan Zhen. Gan Zhen is quite interested in me. When I crossed the Abyss of Death, he wanted to give me a sixth-grade spiritual weapon, the Ice Soul Sword, to win my favor, but I refused."
"The city lord's banquet this time is probably at Gan Zhen's request. My master believes that Gan Zhen is very likely to ask the sect leader to forcibly give me the Ice Soul Sword. Therefore, she hopes that you, young master, can attend the banquet together and help Bing Ying..."
By the end, Wenren Bingying's voice was barely audible, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were fixed on her heaving chest, not daring to look at Chi Yuan.
Upon hearing this, Chi Yuan frowned, looking at Wenren Bingying with an inscrutable gaze: "Does your master truly wish for me to do this?"
"Um……"
Wenren Bingying nodded slightly, her heart filled with nervous anticipation.
Chi Yuan fell silent.
“Junior brother, the current sect leader of Yingyue Sect is called Sikong Yan. He is a close friend of our master and a disciple of the previous sect leader, Senior Uncle Yu Ling Shuang. He... has been coveting me for a long time.”
At that moment, Chi Yuan heard An Yuxi's somewhat guilty voice transmission.
Upon hearing this, Chi Yuan's brows relaxed, and he pondered for a moment without showing any emotion before nodding and saying, "Alright, I'll go."
...
Night falls.
The city lord's mansion's vast back garden was brightly lit, and distinguished guests gathered.
Gong Boyang invited many important figures in Jingyang City, including the Ye family. However, it was not Ye Tianxiao, the head of the Ye family, who came, but his wife You Rong Qingyan and his daughter You Rong Xinya.
Wenren Ting and his wife Jiang Wanqing were also invited to the Wenren family's residence, while Wenren Bingying followed along, not coming with Chi Yuan and An Yuxi.
"Why haven't Master and Young Master Fufeng arrived yet?"
Wenren Bingying veiled her face with a light gauze, her beautiful eyes glancing frequently toward the entrance to the back garden, looking somewhat distracted as she waited.
West Courtyard of the Wenren Mansion.
Chi Yuan, wearing a mask, walked out of the guest room.
"Junior brother."
An Yuxi and Feng Yaoyao were waiting in the pavilion outside the guest room. When they saw Chi Yuan come out of the living room, An Yuxi called out softly.
Chi Yuan walked forward silently, and when he came to An Yuxi, he stared intently at her and said softly, "Give me your hand."
Although the voice was soft, An Yuxi felt an unquestionable authority that inexplicably prevented her from having any thoughts of resistance.
"Junior brother, what...what are you going to do?"
For some reason, An Yuxi, whose cultivation level was far higher than Chi Yuan's, felt a little timid at this moment. Her eyelashes trembled as she avoided Chi Yuan's gaze, but she still reached out her hand as instructed.
Chi Yuan grabbed An Yuxi's wrist and pulled her close. An Yuxi cried out and leaned against Chi Yuan.
"Junior brother, you..."
An Yuxi felt a sudden panic, her heart began to race, and her chest heaved rapidly.
“Look at me.”
Chi Yuan spoke again, his tone almost commanding.
An Yuxi unconsciously turned her eyes back, as if she had done something wrong, and met Chi Yuan's gaze with a mixture of guilt and pity.
Tell me, what are you thinking?
Chi Yuan looked directly at An Yuxi and asked.
"I……"
An Yuxi knew perfectly well why Chi Yuan was questioning her, and for a moment she felt as if she had been cornered, with a sense of panic that she could not escape. "Junior brother, I just..."
"Just what?"
"only……"
An Yuxi wanted to answer but didn't dare to. She was flustered and scared, and felt completely lost.
"I see."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Chi Yuan's eyes as he slowly released An Yuxi's wrist. "I was overthinking it. You are, after all, just my senior sister."
These words struck An Yuxi like a thunderclap. As she watched Chi Yuan's departing figure, she felt as if something extremely important was gradually disappearing from her life.
"Junior brother!"
An intense, even fearful, panic caused An Yuxi to lose her composure instantly. Forgetting all about the master-disciple relationship, she suddenly flashed behind Chi Yuan, wrapped her arms around his waist, and hugged him tightly, saying, "It's not like that, senior sister... senior sister has you in her heart!"
Chi Yuan turned around, gazing at An Yuxi's stunningly beautiful face so close to his own, and said, word by word, "Since that's the case, you must not have such thoughts again."
An Yuxi gazed at Chi Yuan with sparkling eyes for a moment, then nodded obediently and whispered, "Yuxi understands."
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