In response, Xie Zizhuo quickly waved his hand and said, "Brother, you can just stay in one room by yourself. I just need to talk to Little Nineteen about something. He, Eighteenth Junior Brother and I will share a room. Right, Little Nineteen, hehehe."
The nineteenth junior brother smiled secretly: "Yes, eldest brother, Senior Brother Jie and I have a lot to say...
Looking at the two people's obscene smiles, Luo Jianqing raised an eyebrow and said, "That's fine, but you are not allowed to go out at night."
Xie Zizhuo's face suddenly turned bitter: "Brother! We finally came down the mountain once, how could you confine us!"
Luo Jianqing sneered, "Where are you going? How could I not know? Be careful or I'll tell your master about this. Just wait and see how he'll deal with you when he gets back."
Xie Zizhuo and others immediately wilted.
Over there, Elder Shan was still conversing with four Fusion Stage elders from other sects. He handed the next task over to the team leader, Luo Jianqing, and went into the private room upstairs to exchange intelligence on the Flowing Flame Valley with the other elders. They also discussed how they would find and kill the Nascent Soul Stage demon cultivator once the disciples had entered the valley.
Luo Jianqing asked the disciples to sit down and ordered a few dishes to fill their stomachs. Although cultivators can practice fasting after reaching the foundation-building stage, the ingredients used in this inn are all high-quality spiritual plants.
Being expensive has its advantages, and the side dish was very delicious, so Luo Jianqing ate a few more bites.
But before they had finished their meal, they heard a metallic clang from the inn's lobby. Luo Jianqing continued to lower his head, picking up the food in front of him. Xie Zizhuo and the other disciples looked over curiously, only to hear a soft voice: "So, there are no rooms left?"
The voice was soft and enchanting, slightly high-pitched, with a slight rise at the end, like a feather sweeping through everyone's heart.
Xie Zizhuo exclaimed in a low voice: "Senior Brother, there are actually men in the world who are so beautiful, just like girls!"
The next moment, a gust of wind broke through the air and shot straight towards Jie Zizhuo.
Xie Zizhuo was surprised that he didn't react. Luo Jianqing picked up his chopsticks and gently pinched them, and finally caught a thin needle. He only heard the other party chuckle twice and asked in return, "You ignorant boy, the person next to you is more handsome than me, why do you only say that I look like a woman and not him?"
Luo Jianqing raised his head and looked at the other person.
Dressed in a blood-red robe embroidered with crimson patterns, she held her long hair together with a white jade hairpin. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes curved in a smile, and her ambiguous gaze fixed on Luo Jianqing. With her smiling face, red lips, and slender figure, she looked like a woman, yet cultivators could never mistake even the most basic gender.
This is a man, and a man who looks too much like a woman.
Xie Zizhuo finally reacted. As the overlord of Mount Taihua, he had never been subjected to such humiliation before. He slammed the table and said, "What do you mean? My senior brother is naturally more handsome than you, but he's not a sissy like you."
The man narrowed his eyes and before he could speak, he heard Luo Jianqing say calmly, "It is true that my junior brother was the first to speak rudely, but you actually used a poison needle, which is really an exaggeration."
The man in red sneered, "My little beauty, your junior brother said that I am a sissy."
Xie Zizhuo was about to open his mouth to curse again, but before he could say the word "mother", Luo Jianqing silenced him.
Luo Jianqing flicked his finger, and the poison needle transformed into a faint light and flew back. The man in red raised his sleeve and retracted the poison needle. Luo Jianqing bowed and said, "I apologize on behalf of my junior brother, but sir, please also explain the meaning of this poison needle. Although you have reached the late Jindan stage, there is no such thing as allowing others to bully you in Taihua Mountain."
The man asked in a strange voice, "Are you from Mount Taihua?"
Luo Jianqing narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you think?"
Hearing this, the other party laughed instead of getting angry, and looked Luo Jianqing up and down with a pair of charming eyes. Luo Jianqing didn't care, but Xie Zizhuo and others were very angry. Even Wei Qiongyin drew her sword and looked at the other party dangerously.
The red-robed man laughed heartily and said, "From your appearance, you appear to be the legendary senior brother of Mount Taihua, Xuan Lingzi... the Venerable's closed disciple Luo Jianqing?"
Luo Jianqing ignored him and asked, "May I ask your name?"
"Mo Qiu."
Luo Jianqing was stunned. The man in red leaned against the table and said, "Mo family, Mo Qiu."
Luo Jianqing turned to look at Wei Qiongyin, but Wei Qiongyin shook her head slightly: "Our Wei family and the Mo family have never had much interaction. Brother, I am not familiar with the Mo family."
The eight great families are ranked below One Mountain and Four Sects, namely Baiyun Cangmo, Queyu Weigeng.
The Bai family was the strongest, boasting two Mahayana ancestors, while the Mo family, also one of the top four, boasted a mid-Mahayana ancestor. Although Luo Jianqing knew about the elite young minds of these eight great families, he had never heard of Mo Qiu. Even more surprising was the discovery that he was a late-stage Jindan cultivator!
Mo Qiu's physique doesn't look like he's even fifty years old. He's definitely a top-notch genius in the world of cultivation.
Wei Qiongyin seemed to see through Luo Jianqing's thoughts and whispered, "Brother, the Mo family has many factions. I heard that one branch of the Mo family once committed a crime and was exiled to the cold desert by the family. They cannot return to the family until they reach the Nascent Soul stage. Perhaps this Mo Qiu is from that branch."
Luo Jianqing nodded lightly, turned his head and looked at Mo Qiu nonchalantly, and said calmly: "Where is your apology?"
Mo Qiu was slightly stunned and said subconsciously: "I want to apologize?"
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