Yunji: "???"
Immortal Lord Yunji knelt on the spot, his mouth slightly open, completely dumbfounded.
no? ? ?
What is this idiot saying??
Did the Earth Vein Spirit Pivot deliberately court death by crashing into it?!
Fulfilling a long-cherished wish?!
What kind of grand ambition could a mere core of a secret realm possibly have?!
After being banished, will you be reincarnated in the underworld sooner?!
However, compared to Luo Xingze, which had been reduced to nothing, Xie Linyuan's gaze seemed to be more concerned with Murong Xiao, who had just gotten up from the ground groaning and covered in dust.
There was a scrutinizing look in his eyes, a... extremely subtle displeasure.
This guy seemed to be quite close to her just now?
Yun Ji followed Xie Linyuan's gaze and naturally recognized the unlucky kid.
Oh, it's someone I know.
His lips twitched, and under Xie Linyuan's invisible pressure, he forced himself to whisper a reminder: "Your Excellency... that one... seems to be Prince Mingxiao, who was kicked down to the mortal realm by the Immortal Emperor a while ago..."
The moment Yun Ji's words "Young Prince Mingxiao" reached his ears, Xie Linyuan's cold, peach-blossom eyes paused for an extremely brief moment on Murong Xiao's bewildered face, which was covered in mud and grime.
oh.
He was the youngest son of the Immortal Emperor, who only had eyes for his brother and was always making a ruckus.
trouble.
Let's wipe it all off together.
The thought popped into Xie Linyuan's mind subconsciously.
However, before this thought could solidify, another idea broke through the ice like warm sunshine—but since she personally took this noisy little brat by her side, there must be some deeper meaning behind it.
Her decision was certainly correct.
only……
Xie Linyuan's captivating peach blossom eyes dimmed slightly.
Mingxiao recognized him.
What if he suddenly yelled "Immortal Venerable Mo Yuan" on the spot?
Thinking of this, Xie Linyuan couldn't help but think of that bastard Xiao Jingrui, who had made those sarcastic remarks a few days ago, saying things like, "He didn't even finish his flings before it all fizzled out," and Yun Ji, that scoundrel, who made no attempt to hide his age...
As soon as this thought arose, he felt as if something invisible had gently twisted his heart, causing a sour and astringent sensation. Even the ancient, unchanging, ethereal aura around him seemed to freeze for a moment.
He lived for countless millennia, overlooking the rise and fall of the three realms, regarding the years as mere dust, and never caring about the passage of time.
After all, the dignified Immortal Venerable Mo Yuan holds the power of reincarnation and overlooks the rise and fall of the three realms. When has he ever cared about the opinions of the masses, let alone how many years this body has borne in the eyes of others?
But Xiao Jingrui and Yun Ji's words were like tiny ice thorns, making Xie Linyuan feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
He subconsciously gathered his fingertips together gently beneath his wide, snow-white sleeves.
Shen Zhaozhao...
Although... he didn't think she showed any signs of "dissatisfaction" at the time, what if she did?
What if she remembers it later and dislikes him... cough...
Or perhaps you think he's too old and a boring old relic?
no.
I can't let her know.
At least, not now.
Thinking of this, Xie Linyuan made a decision almost instantly.
He took one last deep look at the figure below who was carefully stuffing the fragments into the storage bag, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, as if they contained the entire galaxy.
There was reluctance, and also a hint of... a secret panic of fear of being disliked.
Immediately, the snow-white figure, under the dazzling sunlight, became as thin and transparent as a startled butterfly, spreading out a barely perceptible ripple, as if a drop of water had merged into the vast ocean, leaving no trace.
Yunji: "???"
grass?!
Immortal Lord Yunji is still kneeling, isn't he?!
Is it really necessary, Your Excellency?!
Where is the majesty of a tens of thousands-year-old... oops, I mean, a tens of thousands-year-old, deeply entrenched immortal venerable?!
Just because you were afraid that kid would expose your identity and give you away in front of Shen Zhaozhao, you just ran away?!
Yunji felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in her throat, and her vision blurred.
I'm going to quit this job sooner or later!
...
On the other side.
"Senior sister... my brain... my brain is turning into paste..."
Murong Xiao was dragged around by Shen Zhaozhao, his vision filled with spinning stars and double images. He felt as if his soul, which had just recovered a little, was about to run away from home again.
Shen Zhaozhao ignored his wailing and carefully stuffed the last few fragments into her storage bag, just about to take her bewildered junior brother to a good place to dispose of the stolen goods—
"Bang!"
A figure shrouded in a heavy aura of menace slammed into the ground in front of the two like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The dust settles, and Yan Qiubai appears.
Shen Zhaozhao: "?"
Murong Xiao: "?"
Yan Qiubai completely ignored the bewildered looks on the two brats' faces. His eyes, which seemed to say "I want to kill someone right now," were fixed on Shen Zhaozhao's face. His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, and it also carried a bit of travel-worn anger.
"Qingxuan protected those two little beasts very closely. Although I didn't get any information out of them, I used some methods to get a rough idea from the disciples who entered Riftwind Valley together."
"Qingyi guessed correctly; I would have doubted it too."
"Lin Feng protected the spirit core. He died and his soul dissipated, but the spirit core was completely unharmed. Is this true?"
"Besides, I heard from those people that Lin Feng was unconscious at that time, so how could he have willingly sacrificed himself?"
Shen Zhaozhao blinked, about to say something, when she noticed with her sharp eyes that the black iron token that symbolized the Law Enforcement Hall of the Tianyan Sect was gone from Yan Qiubai's waist.
Yan Qiubai seemed to know what she had seen, chuckled, and casually patted his empty side, the gesture carrying a nonchalant air of "I'm finally free."
"Stop looking at it, I've returned that lousy sign."
He twitched the corners of his mouth, a hint of resentment in his voice: "I have absolutely no connection with the Tianyan Sect now, their rules don't apply to me."
"But my senior brother is blocking my way, so I can't beat him. There's no hope of crippling those two little brats directly."
"Although I can't directly cripple them, at least... I can annoy them a little, right?"
Yan Qiubai took half a step forward, the murderous aura from his recent departure from the Enforcement Hall still lingering, exuding a strong sense of oppression: "Those two will be heading to Yuntai Immortal Market to swagger around in a month."
He stared intently at Shen Zhaozhao, his sharp phoenix eyes burning with the raging flames of "Let's cause trouble! Let's make it big!": "That dog Gu Xuanchen holds the mining rights to the Xuanqiong Crystal Vein, he's rolling in money, and who knows, he might just pile up a mountain of gold for that little bitch Yun Wan'er in the Immortal Market."
"Shen Zhaozhao, you're full of clever ideas and quick-witted. Think of a way to make them lose face in the Immortal Market, preferably to the point where they lose everything."
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
ah.
This is a trap for Gu Xuanchen and Yun Wan'er! Isn't this exactly what they're good at? This is it!
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