"Excuse me, is that Master Wen in front of me?"
Wen Jingge stiffened, took a deep breath, and continued walking forward with her head down.
"Master Wen, is that you?"
"No, you've got the wrong person."
Having learned from their previous experience, Yang Wennan and his companions now wore ordinary coarse linen clothes, making them look less like high-achieving students from the Xuanyun Sect and more like charlatan swindlers.
And in the past few days, they have indeed fooled a lot of ignorant people.
The prestigious Xuanyun Sect, a great sect with a thousand-year history, has a large number of disciples and grand-disciples.
Wan Zhang Peak, the wealthiest peak master among the seven peaks.
Who would have thought that such a transcendent peak master would stoop so low as to have his disciples perform for money?
No!
It's a shamanistic ritual!
Yang Wennan's feelings were complicated. At this moment, he was playing the role of a blind man, wearing glasses made by his master.
The word for glasses, according to Master, is a homophone for "eyes".
Made of dark blue glass, he has been carrying it with him all this time. His master said he is becoming more and more like a demigod.
Immortals are high above and unattainable.
The half-immortal, even before reaching the seventh-grade tribulation, already possessed his own unique charm. He was very pleased and thus put even more effort into playing the role of being bewildered.
So much so that during this period he learned to see with his ears, hear with his nose, and touch with his hands, immersing himself completely in the world of a blind person.
As night fell and he slept alone, he could more deeply appreciate his master's good intentions.
Master Wen, this name is so ancient that Yang Wennan was stunned for a moment when he heard it. Qiao Yu and Wang Xi had the same reaction.
These two were different from him; they almost blindly followed Wen Jinge, while he joined out of helplessness when he couldn't beat them.
However, when someone mentioned the name "Master Wen" at that moment, he found that their reaction was just as bewildered as his.
"Who is Master Wen?" Wang Xi asked.
"Master, do you know? Who is it?!"
Since her master ignored her, Qiao Yu turned to Liang Si and asked, "Senior brother, do you know?"
Liang Si shook his head and pointed into the distance, towards the direction of the Xuan Yun Sect. "It's probably over there?"
Wen Jingge: ...
"No, no." The man was persistent, his tone tinged with anxiety. "Please come back with me!"
In her haste, she tugged at Wen Jingge's sleeve, a gesture Wen Jingge didn't particularly like.
“It seems we can’t hide it anymore. It’s time…” Wen Jingge turned her head, slapped her hand down, and looked at the little girl who was still in a daze.
She was prepared to die a heroic death, and she continued to deceive people by claiming that she hadn't changed her name and was still using the name Wen Jingge, attempting to tarnish her image in this way so that she wouldn't shock people when she became the villain.
Now, it's most likely that enemies have come knocking on their door.
The young girl was dressed simply, with her hair tied in two small buns. She had a faint scent of soap on her body and looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. Who could she be but a maidservant?
"Hmm? What do you want to tell me?" She looked back at Wen Jingge with a puzzled expression, very politely.
“Master, let me do it!” Liang Si took over.
Knowing that Wen Jingge liked to say strange things, he figured the girl was probably frightened, so he half-squatted down and looked at the girl who was shorter than him, saying in a gentle voice, "This is not Master Wen."
"Hmm?" Wen Jingge asked curiously.
Could it be that Liang Si knows her true identity?
Or has she already been exposed?
Has her public image collapsed?
That makes sense. Liang Si used to serve Wen Jingge, so it's the most unusual thing that she couldn't notice anything unusual.
"Well..." The girl frowned, looking a little flustered as she saw the people surrounding her. She hesitated for a moment, apologized, and then ran away.
"What did you come here for?" Wen Jingge nudged Liang Si's waist.
My little darling didn't do a good job this time!
Even when she herself is being unserious, she still manages to step in and provide the necessary support.
"If you're going to meet him, hiding behind the scenes and letting Master guess is clearly insincere. If you're not sincere, then why are we even meeting him?"
"Oh!" Wen Jinge revealed a mysterious smile.
She cupped Liang Si's face in her hands, as if she were holding a spring of water, and rubbed it for a while. "Is this really my little Sisi? She's like a cunning old fox, so shrewd and clever."
"Does Master like it?"
It still feels just as good as before; it's plump and feels nice to squeeze.
Wen Jingge nodded solemnly, "I like it! Why wouldn't I like it!"
"My master once instructed me that when I am away from home, I should always put my master's safety first. My cultivation is not yet proficient, but I hope that one day I will be able to do so."
"Yes, yes." Wen Jingge smiled and patted his shoulder gently, but inwardly she was cursing. Why was that old man always around?
"Master!" Yang Wennan bumped into Wen Jingge at just the right moment.
He seemed to vaguely sense the murderous intent nearby.
"Master, we..." At this moment, Qiao Yu also became vigilant, because of Lu Wei's presence, his perception of danger had become much stronger.
However, remembering that his master had suffered several tribulations from lightning when he was kind to him, he dared not act rashly, for fear of harming Wen Jinge.
"Let's find a place to rest!" He had learned to be tactful. "It'll be a good opportunity to wait for Junior Brother Yuan. They should be catching up soon!"
A few days ago, after destroying several of Bei Mo Ling's strongholds, there were still some people who had been poisoned by Ya Qing. Those people could not go too far away from Jin Wu, nor could they have any thoughts of defection. Jin Wu was a half-baked person and could not cure the poison he had given himself.
Wen Jingge didn't want to take any more risks. With great power comes great responsibility, and she was afraid that the bizarre event of having to save the world as a villain would happen to her.
If she forcibly uses her abilities, she might end up being the one who collapses.
So, Yuan Qingling led the Golden Crow and the villagers back to the Xuan Yun Sect. As for when the matter would be resolved, that was no longer Wen Jinge's concern.
"What about you two?" she asked Yang Wennan and Wang Xi, who had been working the hardest to earn money these days.
The road leads to Qianyan Kingdom, Wang Xi's hometown.
Wen Jingge didn't know the way, so Wang Xi naturally led the way.
They didn't fly on swords; they traveled purely on foot, stopping wherever they pleased to observe the local customs and traditions, perhaps even trying their hand at some shamanistic rituals. Getting a free meal was always a bonus.
After all, Wen Jingge always considered herself very poor.
The disciple can train, and she can relax a bit, without having to follow the plot, which is great.
Therefore, it took them more than half a month to finally leave the territory under the jurisdiction of the Xuan Yun Sect.
"Master, don't you feel like a lot of people are watching us?"
Having been blind for so long, Yang Wennan had developed a strong sense of telepathy. Ever since that little girl left, he could sense that someone was watching him and his group without even opening his eyes.
"I know, they must be here to collect a debt—"
Wen Jingge had no intention of making any suggestive remarks, but her disciple seemed to disagree, even sighing, "Alas! It must be Master's damned charm at work, look at all these bees and butterflies."
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