Jie Beiying raised an eyebrow: "Who knows?"
"..."
In the front courtyard of Yandan Gate, several major sects gathered. The royal family had a local prefect, Tianzhi Sect had Rong Yu, and Yanyang Palace and Jiyun Palace were the two palaces, each sending their direct disciples under their sect leader. Langu Sect, feeling guilty, only sent an elder who was not very prominent in the sect.
A temporary cleared area was set up with tables and chairs in the open air. Five people sat behind several low tables, while the others who had come with them stood guard outside. Sitting opposite Rong Yu was Han Zhao, the eldest disciple of Yan Yang Palace, and below him was Qiu Qingxue from Ji Yun Palace, who appeared to be a cold and aloof woman, but whose eyes concealed deep calculations.
Han Zhao and Rong Yu are both top disciples of a major sect, and their status should be equal. However, the world only knows about the young sect master of Tianzhi Sect and knows nothing about the young master of Yanyang Palace. Compared with him, it is inevitable to feel jealous. In addition, Han Zhao is competitive but his cultivation is inferior, so he is even more disgusted with Rong Yu.
"Did the real person really not see where the thing in the center of the formation flew off to?"
Rong Yu said calmly, "Never."
Han Zhao sneered, "The True Man broke the formation with his supernatural powers and was closest to the formation's core. The golden light was so bright that even the people in the county town at the foot of the mountain could see it clearly. Does the True Man think we are fools if he says he didn't see it?"
"The bright light is dazzling, so it's normal that you can't see clearly."
Qiu Qingxue suddenly spoke.
Han Zhao suddenly choked, glanced at it, snorted, and didn't refute it again.
Qiu Qingxue said, "If it's a physical object, it can't just disappear into thin air. As far as I know, Senior Brother Rong had the help of a friend to break the formation. Since Senior Brother Rong couldn't see it clearly, why don't you ask your friend to come and ask?"
"..."
They were all there on their master's orders, determined to obtain the "array eye." Even if they couldn't take it with them, they wanted to confirm whether the things that appeared at Yan Dan Sect were fragments of sacred artifacts and who had them. They were convinced that Tian Zhi Sect wanted to embezzle them, so they would not let them off easily.
Rong Yu knew that the choice Yan Zhihe mentioned on the training ground was for him to choose between the Demon Realm and the sect.
A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared above Yandan Sect, which was very similar to the scene seen on Kaopan Mountain a hundred years ago. When the news reached the sect, the sect's seniors who had luckily escaped from Kaopan Mountain a hundred years ago could no longer sit still. With the sacred artifact reappearing, all the major sects would inevitably vie for it. Whoever had the fragments in their hands would become the target of everyone's attacks, whether it was Tianzhi Sect or the Demon Realm.
If he brings the fragment back to the sect, he will inevitably face endless troubles in the future. If he tries to shift the blame and frame people as if the fragment has fallen into the hands of the Demon Realm, he will surely turn against the people of the Demon Realm. Those two people were able to easily break the Nine Heavens Ambush Formation, so their status in the Demon Realm must not be low. If he offends the Demon Realm, they will not be able to stay at ease.
Rong Yu stroked the teacup with one hand, slowly picked it up, took a sip, and said, "He's resting."
"..."
"..."
Han Zhao squinted and said, "Asking him a few questions won't cause any problems."
A whole day has passed since they arrived at Yandan Gate. Even if they are tired, they should have rested enough. This person is clearly trying to stall them!
Qiu Qingxue said, "Is Senior Brother's friend injured? If so, Junior Sister has some spiritual medicine here that might come in handy. Speaking of which, Senior Brother Rong saved several disciples of my Jiyun Palace, and Junior Sister has not yet thanked him."
She stood up solemnly, about to bow in greeting, when a soft sound came from a teacup hitting the table.
Rong Yu stood up at the same time, his voice turning colder: "No need for 'medicine,' just rest. If you want to know what the array's core is, someone will tell you on the training ground."
"you……"
Han Zhao stood up first, his face full of anger, about to lash out, but Qiu Qingxue stopped him and gently shook her head at him.
The elders of the Langu Sect and the prefect representing the royal family remained silent throughout, watching the young sect leader of the Tianzhi Sect stroll away, and at the same time, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Inside Chengyun Pavilion, Qinghan, who had run back first, had already recounted the conversation between the people in the front courtyard to Gengqi word for word. The two of them and the scorpion sat in the pavilion, listening to the sound of the cascading water around them, speechless.
How many people are there at the drill ground?
Qing Han said, "Only Sect Leader Yan."
Geng Qi asked doubtfully, "Where are the others?"
"All those from the Langgu Sect who participated in setting up the formation were killed, and several elders from the Yandan Sect were imprisoned in the iron cage that the Yandan Sect used to raise demonic beasts."
Geng Qi couldn't help but frown slightly.
Yan Zhihe was tied up alone in the training ground. He used the fragments of the sacred artifact as bait to stir up trouble. Even if it caused conflict with other sects, he couldn't escape. Yan Dan Sect had long since ceased to exist. What was his purpose in doing all this?
Is he psychologically twisted, thinking that if he's not having a good time, he can't let others have a good time either?
Just then, someone approached from outside the waterside pavilion. Startled, Qinghan scooped up the scorpion, stuffed it into her sleeve, and stood straight to the side.
He didn't know what he was afraid of, but when he met that person's all-knowing gaze, he felt a pang of guilt.
Geng Qi, however, remained calm, turning around and smiling, "You're back?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Yu paused, gave a soft "hmm," and continued walking into the pavilion.
"I...I'll go out and keep watch." Seeing him coming this way, Qinghan quickly slipped out of the pavilion.
Geng Qi couldn't stop him in time and had to give up. He looked up and saw the man standing at the bottom of the steps at the entrance of the pavilion. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask him about the fragments of the sacred artifact, but he didn't know where to start. It didn't seem like something he should ask.
As he hesitated, Rong Yu spoke first: "Why do you never tie your hair up?"
"Huh?" Geng Qi was taken aback: "Oh, it's convenient for sleeping."
He swept a few strands of hair that were hanging down his chest behind him. Back in the Demon Palace, he could sleep anytime, anywhere. When he lay down with his hair tied up, the hair ornament would always dig into the back of his head. After being poked a few times, he stopped tying his hair up. Over time, it became a habit. When he went out, he would just tie his hair up casually with a ribbon, and he never cared.
Rong Yu stared at him for a moment, then stepped onto the stairs. "Sit down."
"do what?"
"..."
Seeing him take out a jade crown from his storage bracelet, Geng Qi's lips twitched slightly: "This...isn't this inappropriate?"
Rong Yu repeated: "Sit still."
Geng Qi: "..."
Why does this person always wear a hair crown and a wooden comb? What kind of quirk is that!
The person had already walked up behind him, and Geng Qi chuckled awkwardly, "That's too kind of you."
As he spoke, he turned around and sat down properly.
Rong Yu pursed his lips behind him, and after a moment of hesitation, he reached out his hand to stroke his smooth and soft hair. It was smooth and cool to the touch, like water flowing between his fingers. He pulled the loose ribbon in his hair and put it into his storage bracelet before placing the wooden comb on the top of his head.
When Geng Qi first woke up, there were servants in the Demon Palace who tied his hair up, and he never felt awkward about it. Now, only the person behind him has changed, but he feels uneasy.
The wooden comb gently glides across the scalp, causing no pain or itching, yet a strange sensation.
Rong Yu stroked his forehead with his fingertips, gathering the hair in front of his forehead into a bun and securing it with a hair crown. He then took a jade hairpin from his storage bracelet, inserted it into the combed hair, and placed his thumb on the end of the hairpin, where golden light flickered. He suddenly asked, "When are you leaving?"
Geng Qi, who was lost in thought, snapped back to reality upon hearing this and asked, "What?"
Rong Yu pondered for a moment: "The matter of Yan Dan Sect is over. I will return to my sect tomorrow."
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