Chapter 170: Return to the sect! Secret report from Jingzhou! Imperial Princess!

The night was like ink, pressing heavily on the mountains.

Jiang Ye stepped on the night wind, his figure like a silent gray shadow, returning to the foot of the mountain where the horses were tied earlier.

He swept his eyes, his Fire Eyes bright as stars in the darkness.

The three fast horses were still tied under the old tree, lowering their heads to gnaw on the grass roots on the ground, occasionally snorting impatiently.

The horses were still there, but the people hadn't returned.

He frowned imperceptibly.

"With Disciple Zheng's strength, self-preservation shouldn't be a problem..."

Jiang Ye pondered for a moment, a flash of worry in his eyes.

He saw that when the bear demon rushed back, there were no bloodstains on its body, so he thought Zheng Feng hadn't fought it to the death.

"Wait here for half an hour first..."

He thought to himself: "If they haven't returned, then I'll go back and look for them."

The thought had just fallen when a rustling sound of footsteps came from above the mountain path.

Jiang Ye turned his head abruptly to look.

Two figures were carefully feeling their way down from the darkness; borrowing the sparse moonlight, it could be vaguely identified that they were Zheng Feng and Zheng Hui, the brother and sister.

Zheng Feng's face was as pale as paper, his breathing short and disordered; he was clearly suffering from some internal injuries, but his steps were steady, and the injuries were not heavy.

Zheng Hui followed by his side, her nose suddenly twitching a few times, her eyes lighting up, and a look of surprise bloomed on her face:

"I smell Elder Jiang's scent, he is waiting for us below."

Hearing this, Zheng Feng's spirit suddenly lifted, and his pace couldn't help but quicken a bit.

Before long, the two came down from the mountain path and met with Jiang Ye.

"ELDER JIANG!!!"

As soon as Zheng Feng saw Jiang Ye, a look of mixed tension and shame surged on his pale face, his voice even a bit hoarse:

"I didn't hold back that bear demon... how about you..."

Jiang Ye smiled faintly and took out three jade boxes from his bosom: "I didn't fail the mission."

Zheng Feng's gaze fell on the three jade boxes; he was startled for a moment, then let out a long sigh of relief.

A flush of unnatural redness appeared on his pale face due to excitement: "Elder Jiang is truly a god-like person!"

Zheng Hui had already pursed her lips and smiled on the side; she patted her brother's shoulder and said triumphantly:

"Brother, I told you long ago, with Elder Jiang making a move, you don't need to worry."

Jiang Ye didn't say much, kept one jade box for himself, and handed the other two to Zheng Feng and Zheng Hui respectively. Zheng Feng was startled for a moment, but didn't reach out to take them, a look of shame appearing on his face instead:

"Elder Jiang, Xiao Hui and I only need one. I didn't manage to hold back the bear demon this time, so I really don't have the face to take more..."

Although Jiang Ye appeared calm and composed, Zheng Feng, having witnessed the bear demon's strength, knew that the process of picking the fruit must have been very dangerous.

Jiang Ye shook his head, his tone flat but not to be refused:

"We agreed on one each before we came."

"Besides, without this girl's help, I don't know how long it would have taken to find it."

"Not to mention Disciple Zheng, you were also injured."

After saying this, without waiting for Zheng Feng to speak again, he directly stuffed the jade boxes into his and Zheng Hui's hands.

Zheng Feng looked down at the heavy jade box in his hand, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, and finally didn't refuse anymore, just bowed deeply: "Zheng Feng will remember this favor from Elder Jiang!"

Jiang Ye said with a smile: "Disciple Zheng borrowed thirty thousand contribution points from me before; this favor is not small either."

Zheng Feng laughed dumbly.

That little favor couldn't be compared with this Heavenly Spirit Fruit.

Zheng Hui held the jade box, blinked, and that usually carefree girl rarely put away her playfulness, pursed her rosy small mouth, and said seriously: "Elder Jiang is the most righteous!"

A moment later, Zheng Feng seemed to have remembered something, a look of lingering fear appearing on his face, and he asked in a low voice:

"By the way, Elder Jiang... did you hear a very strange roar before..."

Jiang Ye put away his smile, nodded slightly, and his expression became a bit more solemn: "I heard it. That roar was extremely strange, actually making me unable to move at all."

Zheng Feng's face became even more solemn: "Me too! After that roar, I was stiff for a full half an incense stick's time before I recovered, and my limbs and bones wouldn't listen to me... it was truly unbelievable..."

He paused, looked at Zheng Hui, who was full of confusion on the side, and shook his head helplessly: "Xiao Hui, you were directly shocked into a faint at that time..."

Zheng Hui blinked, and after realizing it, tilted her head: "Eh? Is that so? I was wondering why my head was buzzing when I woke up..."

Jiang Ye and Zheng Feng exchanged a glance, both seeing the same judgment in each other's eyes.

Jiang Ye spoke first, his voice low and solemn:

"No matter what that was, we must not stay in this Duanling Mountain Range for long."

Zheng Feng nodded in agreement: "Elder Jiang is right, let's go now."

The three reached a consensus, didn't do any resting, and immediately untied the horse reins and mounted their horses.

The horse hooves trampled the mountain dew, and the three figures sped away, taking advantage of the night.

Jingzhou, inside Shangjing City.

In the Qiyun Hall, the candlelight was dim, the light curtains were layered, and the dark fragrance was floating.

A young girl was half-leaning on a wide bed, her expression lazy, like a cat that hadn't had enough of a nap on a spring afternoon.

She had a tall figure, a light and thin golden gauze dress loosely draped over her body, the neckline slightly open, vaguely revealing the full and plump curves underneath.

The gauze was light and thin, sticking to her skin and vaguely outlining her slender waist, the soft curve at the waist dimple disappearing into the depths of the thin gauze, inviting reverie.

Her side-lying posture made her hip line even rounder and more perky, and a pair of jade legs were straight and slender, casually crossed on the brocade quilt.

A few loose strands of hair hung by her classical and exquisite oval face, setting off her high nose and five features like ice-carved jade.

Suddenly—

A hurried sound of footsteps came from outside the hall, and then someone lowered their voice and reported: "Your Highness, there is a secret report!"

The young girl didn't even lift her eyelids, just spat out two words faintly: "Come in."

The hall door opened lightly, and a guard wearing armor walked in quickly.

From the moment he entered the door, he buried his head deeply, not daring to glance at the bed, and offered a sealed secret report with both hands, his waist bowed very low.

The young girl's slender fingers hooked lightly in the air. The secret report was like being supported by an invisible hand, flying into her palm across the air.

She tore open the seal, unfolded the secret report, and scanned it casually.

"What is she going to the Duanling Mountain Range for..."

The young girl muttered, a cold smile slowly picking up at the corner of her mouth, but the smile didn't reach her eyes before it dissipated.

"These rebellious subjects..."

"Everyone is thinking about making trouble..."

She hummed lightly, put the secret report aside, yawned lazily, slowly stood up from the bed, and stepped barefoot on the cold and smooth jade bricks.

The skirt fell, covering her slender ankles, only occasionally revealing a touch of greasy white instep when she walked.

The guard who was bowing his head and standing by caught a glimpse of those jade feet.

Those crystal-clear and tender red toes, round like pearls, stepped on the ink-colored jade bricks, actually setting off a kind of almost demonic white.

His heart surged violently, and his breathing couldn't help but quicken by half a beat.

The next instant.

WHOOSH—!!!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air rang out without warning.

Two slender and long fingers had already entered his suddenly shrinking pupils.

"Damn it..."

The guard only had time to flash these two words in his heart.

PFFT.

A splash of blood.

The guard screamed and covered his eyes, fresh blood gushing out from between his fingers.

He staggered and knelt on the ground, his whole body shaking like chaff, but he didn't even dare to say a word of begging for mercy.

The young girl slowly withdrew her hand, looking at the distorted face due to extreme pain with disgust, her face as cold as frost:

"You lowly things, why don't you have a memory."

"Is my body something you can look at!"

She looked down at the residual blood on her fingertips, frowned lightly, as if she had touched something extremely dirty.

She raised her hand, and her slender five fingers waved lightly under the candlelight.

A dazzling and bright sunlight suddenly burst from her fingertips; the light was scorching and pure, just circling between her fingers, and the blood on it was evaporated without a trace.

She put down her hand, her eyelids drooping, looking at the figure kneeling on the ground, and shouted coldly: "Get out!"

The guard, as if granted amnesty, staggered toward the outside of the hall.

The young girl walked to the hall door unhurriedly, stepped barefoot on the cool jade steps, the night wind blowing the light golden gauze dress, outlining her full, upright, and cold figure.

She raised her head and looked at the night sky above the dome.

She just stood there quietly, like a goddess overlooking the world.

For a long time, she finally opened her lips lightly, her tone as dull as if she were talking to herself:

"Stir, stir."

"You can't stir this sky."

"This chaotic world, in the end, still needs me to end it."