The two are having a meeting at a secluded cottage in the woods.
Suddenly, a sinister laugh came from outside.
"Hehehe, Miss Shi, have you made up your mind? I don't need to come over every few days to urge you, do I?"
Immediately, someone flew into the secluded forest cottage, seemingly accompanied by a large group of helpers.
Lin Bufan was sitting opposite Shi Qingxuan, drinking tea, when he heard the "hehehe" sound and was slightly startled.
A very peculiar laugh.
Other people's laughter is down-to-earth, but his laughter is down-to-earth.
Is it the Grand Elder of the Soul Hall who has come in person?
Shi Qingxuan was not surprised at all. She remained seated elegantly and gracefully, without moving an inch, as if she had expected this person to come.
"Young Master Lin, he has arrived, You Niaojuan."
"You Niaojuan, the last of the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect and a successor of the Evil Extreme Sect?"
Lin Bufan said in surprise, "We haven't even gone to find him yet, and he's come to us on his own. How interesting."
Shi Qingxuan frowned, took a sip of tea, and said, "It's not interesting at all. He comes here once a month to interrogate me about the whereabouts of the Evil Emperor's Relic."
"You didn't tell him?"
“I told him it was in the Evil Emperor’s Temple.”
"So, the Evil Emperor Temple doesn't have the Evil Emperor's Relic?"
Lin Bufan asked deliberately, of course he knew where the Evil Emperor's Relic was, beneath the moat of Chang'an City, in Yang Gong's Treasure Vault.
Shi Qingxuan said, "The Evil Emperor Relic in the Evil Emperor Temple was left by my father. I have never seen it. When You Niaojuan found it, he said it was fake and suspected that I had hidden the real one. He came to ask me for the real one every few days. How would I know where the real one is? I can't even find my father."
Lin Bufan took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said, "You Niaojuan is really patient. Why didn't he kidnap you or coerce you?"
"Because he dared not. Although it seemed like I was the only one in Youlin Xiaozhu, in reality, people from Butiange and Huajianpai were secretly observing, and Yang Xuyan and Hou Xibai's people were nearby."
"They protect you?"
"Hou Xibai is protecting me, but Yang Xuyan might not be. He has ulterior motives and also wants the Evil Emperor's Relic."
"I understand, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."
Lin Bufan put down his teacup and stood up. "Miss Qingxuan, please wait a moment. I will go and fetch You Niaojuan's head right away."
"Wait a moment." Shi Qingxuan also stood up, walked to the cabinet, took out a pot of wine, and helped Lin Bufan warm the wine.
"This wine can temporarily increase one's cultivation level. Young Master Lin, You Niaojuan is at the mid-stage of the Earth Realm, and should not be underestimated."
"I know, the Evil Emperor's eldest disciple. His master was a genius who had already shattered the void and departed, but..."
Lin Bufan said, "Master is amazing, but I am only so-so."
As they spoke, Shi Qingxuan had already warmed the wine and handed it to Lin Bufan.
The man in front of me loves to boast and talk big; he even dares to look down on You Niaojuan.
Hopefully he's actually quite capable, or he'll end up getting injured or killed by You Niaojuan.
Lin Bufan put the wine down. "Let it cool for now. I'll drink it when I get back."
Shi Qingxuan quickly said, "It will lose its medicinal effect if it gets cold."
"Don't worry, this wine won't get cold."
Lin Bufan pushed open the door and went out.
Outside, You Niaojuan and a dozen or so of the Demon Sect's subordinates were initially puzzled as to why Shi Qingxuan didn't come out.
But they didn't dare to go in rashly.
"I think I can hear a man's voice inside?"
"Could it be Yang Xuyan?"
"Or perhaps it's Hou Xibai."
"Is Shi Qingxuan having a secret rendezvous with them?"
"It's normal for a romantic young man and the most talented woman in the world to meet in secret."
"Master, should we attack and break in?"
"Should we wait for them to come out? The Butian Pavilion and the Flower Sect are not easy to deal with. We only sent so few people if there are ambushes all around."
A dozen or so subordinates were whispering amongst themselves. You Niaojuan's face gradually darkened, and he scolded, "What are you afraid of? Hou Xibai, the successor of the Flower Sect, right? Yang Xuyan, the successor of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, right? So what? Their master, Shi Zhixuan, is rarely seen. What's there to be afraid of? Your master is one of the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect, on par with Shi Zhixuan."
"What level are you?" Lin Bufan slowly walked out and flew outside. "You Niaojuan, you're ranked last among the eight masters. You dare to boast even though you're behind others?"
"Who are you, kid?"
Yu Niaojuan was startled. The person who came out was neither Yang Xuyan nor Hou Xibai, but a strange young man, a wild boy who appeared out of nowhere.
Lin Bufan stood with his back turned and said calmly, "I'm Lin Bufan, from Jiangnan."
"Are they from the Song, Ming, or Yuan dynasties?"
Yu Niaojuan stroked his beard and shook his head: "Never heard of you. You must be some nobody."
"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of me. What matters is that you will soon die by my hand."
"Hahaha, it's been a long time since I've seen such an arrogant kid. He's even more arrogant than Yang Xuyan. Coincidentally, I just love to teach those young people who don't know their place a lesson."
Yu Niaojuan rolled up his sleeves, ready to make a big splash.
A hundred meters away from the secluded forest cottage, a spy from the Butian Pavilion was crouching on a large tree, intently watching for any movement at the cottage.
On another large tree a hundred meters away, a spy from the Flower School was crouching, also intently watching the movements of the secluded forest cottage.
The two spies seemed to know each other and were aware of each other's presence. They would glance at each other from time to time, and even had the leisure to exchange greetings from afar before continuing to observe the secluded forest cottage.
They're obviously repeat offenders, people who've been staking out this place for years.
When they have nothing to do, they probably sit down to chat and drink.
After watching for a while, the spies from Butian Pavilion finally couldn't resist and flew over to the Flower Sect spies, asking, "Is that kid one of yours?"
"No, I even suspect he's one of your people."
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