"You don't need to report to me. You're not a child. Come back soon."
Baili Changhuan didn't even bother to ask, and took out a few teleportation talismans and gave them to him: "If you don't want to walk, just activate the talisman and come back. You don't need me to teach you how to use it, right?"
Gu Xingyun's prepared excuse was choked back. He was silent for a moment, then bowed to Baili Changhuan: "Thank you, Junior Master."
Baili Changhuan waved his hand and turned to leave.
He already had enough things to do and had no intention of helping Yan Huailiu take care of the child.
Besides, Gu Xingyun is not like his other nephews. This child is very obedient and knows how to act in moderation. He doesn't need to worry about him.
Unexpectedly, this trip would be so easy. Gu Xingyun deliberately slowed down his pace and left from another route to avoid running into those fellow apprentices.
When he reached the overgrown path, he took out a piece of crystal clear jade with talismans painted on it, crushed it with force, and disappeared instantly.
Ningkang Town, thousands of miles away from Yuxu Sect, was covered by miasma.
Many monks had gathered in the town and were greeting each other in front of the inn.
"Young Palace Master, I never thought I'd have the honor of being on your team. It looks like this mission will be over soon."
A young cultivator from a certain sect was smiling widely, looking at Murong Xuanlang with envy in his eyes.
"Yeah, I thought Xuanyue Palace wasn't interested in such a small task. I haven't seen the Young Palace Master take it in previous years. Why is he suddenly trying to steal the credit from us small fry this year?"
After all, there were people who couldn't stand him, and their words were full of sarcasm.
No matter what those people said, Murong Xuanlang maintained a gentle demeanor throughout. He didn't respond to their words, but picked up his sword and left: "I still have to go pick up my fellow disciples, so I won't disturb you all anymore."
"Tsk, why are you pretending? If I had known he was here, I would have changed my mission! How can we even stand a chance now?"
A certain casual cultivator was angry at his back, and his fellow apprentice beside him covered his mouth and tried to persuade him.
"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. We've already accepted the mission, so there's no reason to quit midway. Besides, this Young Palace Master won't necessarily compete with us for it. Didn't you hear what he said? He's going to pick up Junior Brother. Maybe he's going out with him to gain experience."
"I advise you to be careful with your words and actions. Murong Xuanlang has a good temper and doesn't argue with others, but his father is different. If your words reach the ears of the Palace Master of Xuanyue Palace, you can expect to be chased and scolded for a whole year."
"That's right, don't mess with Palace Master Murong, he's so petty... Ahem, well, Junior Brother, let's go in and pick a room first. It seems like this is the only inn in this town."
The title of the Palace Master of Xuanyue Palace was still able to intimidate these young monks. The few people who were originally angry immediately started to play cowards and tried to use their eyes to warn the people around them not to spread rumors.
They didn't want to appear in the gossip edited by Murong Gong. Who knew what kind of terrible script that petty-minded person would arrange for them.
Outside Ningkang Town, Murong Xuanlang leaned against the stone tablet, frowning and looking up at the sky: "It's already this hour, why hasn't it arrived yet? Could it be that he regretted it again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flashed in front of him, and Gu Xingyun staggered a few steps and almost fell.
Murong Xuanlang hurried forward to help: "Xingyun, are you okay? I thought you were not coming."
The long-distance transmission made Gu Xingyun look a little unhappy. He took a few deep breaths, pushed away Murong Xuanlang's hand and stood firm.
"Sorry, it's too much."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you're here." Murong Xuanlang's eyes were full of smiles: "I've always been looking forward to the day when I can experience it with you."
The miasma spread to Gu Xingyun. He frowned and coughed a few times. Murong Xuanlang immediately helped him to separate himself with a barrier.
"What's going on here?" Gu Xingyun asked curiously.
"I'm not sure yet. It should be the injured monsters that are about to die that generate these miasma." Murong Xuanlang explained to him.
The town was still bustling, and from a distance it seemed that everything was normal for the people here.
Murong Xuanlang followed his gaze and continued, "The townspeople can't see the miasma. The weaker ones will be sick for a while, while the stronger ones will just feel uncomfortable, but it won't affect their normal lives."
"So that's how it is." Gu Xingyun withdrew his gaze from the miasma and looked at Murong Xuanlang: "This monster should be easy for you to deal with, right?"
Murong Xuanlang looked away: "Well, I don't intend to interfere. The disciples of other sects are also here, and I probably won't be needed."
He had originally gone on this trip without telling his father as it was inconvenient for him to show off, otherwise it would be difficult to explain if the news got back.
After the Immortal Sect Conference, he had been waiting for a letter from Gu Xingyun, hoping that the two of them could reconcile.
But I never waited for it.
He finally had an opportunity and a suitable excuse to write to Gu Xingyun, and the latter responded for the first time.
He packed up everything he could use almost immediately and came a few days in advance to explore the route. Worried that Gu Xingyun might change his mind due to the long journey, he specially made a teleportation jade and sent it to him.
It's impossible to express these little thoughts.
Murong Xuanlang expected Gu Xingyun to ask a question, but the latter just said "oh" calmly and had no intention of speaking any further.
Although disappointed, he still took out a mask and handed it over: "This is covered with a formation, which can block the damage caused by the miasma. My barrier will be ineffective if it is too far away, so it is more convenient to use this."
Gu Xingyun reached out to take it, and his eyes softened as he remembered something: "Thank you."
Murong Xuanlang's mood also improved: "There's no need to be so polite between you and me. This just happens to cover up my appearance. Didn't you say it's inconvenient for others to see?"
"Yeah." Gu Xingyun put on the mask, and accidentally pulled a strand of hair on the hollow part. He tilted his head and patiently tidied it up.
Murong Xuanlang stretched out his hand: "I'll help you."
"No need, it's healed." Gu Xingyun took a half step back and pulled hard, pulling out several strands of hair. He seemed not to feel the pain and his expression did not change at all.
The smile on Murong Xuanlang's face seemed to be unable to maintain.
"Yujin, what are your plans for today? I've never participated in this kind of mission before, so I don't know what to do."
Gu Xingyun took the initiative to speak to ease the atmosphere.
Murong Xuanlang quickly adjusted his mood: "Let's talk as we walk. Let's arrange accommodation first. This town is relatively small and there is only one inn. The monks who received this mission will stay there."
"By the way, I told them that you are my junior apprentice. You won't mind, right?"
He avoided a civilian carrying a bucket and motioned Gu Xingyun to go ahead.
"I don't mind. From now on, to avoid arousing their suspicion, I'll call you Young Palace Master."
Murong Xuanlang suddenly felt like he had dug a hole for himself. After struggling for a while, he tried to make amends: "No need. I'm talking about my direct disciple. We have a very close relationship. If I act too distant, it will only make them suspicious."
"Okay." Gu Xingyun agreed readily.
Murong Xuanlang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject: "Does Sect Master Yan know that you're out this time?"
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