Huang Wenlong naturally saw Shen Yunhao as well.
However, he didn't seem to recognize the young man in front of him as "Zhu Dachang," the wretched-looking man who had beaten him half to death and stolen his thunder at the foot of the mountain outside Tanghuo City.
After all, Shen Yunhao and Zhu Dachang have completely different temperaments, and it would be difficult for anyone who is not highly skilled to see the difference.
Huang Wenlong didn't recognize Shen Yunhao, but someone who could live in Qiuye Manor must be someone important. He nodded and smiled slightly as a greeting, then walked in another direction.
Shen Yunhao watched him walk away, stroked his chin, and didn't seem to care too much.
It's good that he doesn't recognize him. As long as this guy doesn't come looking for trouble, he can't be bothered with him.
...
In another corner of the villa, there is a quiet courtyard called "Mozhuxuan".
Huang Wenlong had just been helped into the main hall by his attendants and sat down. He picked up a cup of warm spiritual tea, his face still showing some irritation.
"After all these days, have you found out? Where exactly did that Zhu Dachang go?"
"Young Master... after that day, that person seemed to have vanished into thin air, and we can't find him no matter how hard we look..."
The attendant answered cautiously.
"Damn it! What a bunch of useless trash!"
Huang Wenlong's anger intensified.
Being publicly humiliated by an unknown fat man was the greatest disgrace of his life! He could never swallow this insult!
"Damn it, if I hadn't been injured at the time... this kid's cultivation isn't weak, he might even participate in the sword tournament this time. Keep a close eye on him, and let me know immediately if he shows up!"
"Yes, young master!"
Just then, a servant came to report: "Young Master, someone outside is requesting an audience!"
"Someone's there? Who is it?"
"They seem to be... from Baihe Temple!"
"Baihe Temple?" Huang Wenlong was slightly taken aback and asked in confusion, "That's strange. I'm not familiar with them, so why would they suddenly come to my door?"
After thinking about it, he decided to have a servant bring the person in.
"Young Master Huang, how have you been?"
Not long after, a young man dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe walked into the house with a faint smile.
The man was tall and slender with a handsome face and a gentle smile on his lips. He had an otherworldly air about him, like a celestial being.
"Pan... Senior Brother Pan?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Huang Wenlong's eyes. The person in front of him was actually Pan Mingzhe, a core disciple of Baihe Temple!
As an affiliated sect of the Tai Xuan Dao Sect, Baihe Temple can be considered a first-class sect, with a status a level higher than Xuanhuang Sect. Pan Mingzhe is a core disciple of the temple and is well-known.
The two had met once before, but they weren't particularly close. Why was he here? And why did he come directly to my door?
Pan Mingzhe glanced at Huang Wenlong's still angry face, his smile unchanged: "It seems that Young Master Huang suffered a considerable loss in Tanghuo City. I heard... he was injured by a rogue cultivator named 'Zhu Dachang'?"
Huang Wenlong's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and anger surged in his eyes: "I have no grudge against Senior Brother Pan. Is Senior Brother Pan here to laugh at me?"
Being exposed in front of others, especially with such a humiliating insult, how could he not be angry?
"No, no." Pan Mingzhe waved his hand, sat down opposite Huang Wenlong, poured himself a cup of tea, and said elegantly, "As fellow members of the righteous path, I am merely concerned about Young Master Huang's injuries and, incidentally... to verify some things."
He picked up his teacup, blew on it gently, and asked casually, "I heard that when Zhu Dachang escaped, he used a purple vine? Even your sect's elders were trapped by it and couldn't move?"
Huang Wenlong's pupils contracted!
This incident occurred outside Tanghuo City, and apart from the people of their Xuanhuang Sect, there were no other witnesses at the scene! How did Pan Mingzhe know such detailed information? Even the details of the elder being trapped are crystal clear?
He stared at Pan Mingzhe warily: "Why is Senior Brother Pan asking this? This is a private matter of our Xuanhuang Sect!"
"Private matters?" Pan Mingzhe chuckled, setting down his teacup. His gentle gaze instantly turned playful. "Young Master Huang, that Zhu Dachang isn't some rogue cultivator. His true identity..."
He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, "His name is Shen Yunhao, and he is... Ning Yuyao's husband from Guanghan Palace. That's right, the Fairy Ning you were entangled with at the mountain pavilion is his wife."
"What?!"
Huang Wenlong was struck dumb, and he stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock and astonishment. "It's him? That pretty boy?"
Clearly, although this guy had pursued Ning Yuyao several times, he had done his homework beforehand and knew that this fairy Ning had a good-for-nothing husband who was a gigolo.
"No! That Zhu Dachang is clearly a greasy fat man, and his cultivation is quite impressive. He doesn't look like the pretty boy in the rumors at all!"
"It's just a disguise technique," Pan Mingzhe interrupted him, his tone tinged with mockery. "Besides, the mighty Guanghan Palace could easily amass cultivation power for anyone, even a pig, if they were willing to deliberately cultivate them, right?"
Huang Wenlong's expression kept changing.
The "Zhu Dachang" who humiliated Ning Yuyao was actually Shen Yunhao, whom he had always looked down on and thought was just incredibly lucky to marry Ning Yuyao!
If that's really the case, then my actions at that time... were undoubtedly those of a clown among clowns!
The couple was flirting in public, so what reason did I have to go up and teach Ning Xianzi's "husband" a lesson?
Thinking of this, Huang Wenlong felt a deep sense of humiliation. Even the ethereal Ning Yuyao now seemed repulsive to him.
"Bastard! This is outrageous!"
Pan Mingzhe took in his reaction, a cold smile curving his lips: "So, Young Master Huang, are you sure now? Does that purple vine that trapped Elder Huang really exist?"
Huang Wenlong finally managed to recover from the overwhelming emotional shock, nodded, and said in a hoarse voice, "The elders said there's an extremely evil purple vine! However, its aura... doesn't seem like something from the righteous path..."
"very good……"
Pan Mingzhe gave a faint smile, but in Huang Wenlong's eyes, that smile appeared particularly chilling.
"It seems this pretty boy's secrets are even more interesting than we imagined..."
...
That night, the Frost Maple Courtyard was brightly lit.
Inside the warm pavilion on the second floor of the main building, Guan Yingying sat cross-legged on the carpet without any regard for her image. The small table in front of her was filled with all sorts of spiritual fruits and snacks that she had taken from the manor's kitchen, and she was eating them with great relish.
"Hmm... the Azure Sky Sword Pavilion has really gone all out for this sword tournament."
While munching on a juicy red fruit, Guan Yingying mumbled, "I spent all day asking around, and I finally managed to trick... cough cough, find out about the final reward!"
Across from her, Shen Yunhao looked up, somewhat curious: "Oh? I heard that the Sword Pavilion found a divine artifact, but because they couldn't tame it, this Sword Dao Tournament was held. Which divine artifact is it that the Azure Sky Sword Pavilion would willingly hand over?"
Guan Yingying's eyes gleamed: "This artifact is truly extraordinary. I heard it's... ranked eighteenth on the Nine Provinces Divine Artifacts Ranking—Void Illusion!"
"puff--!"
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