Chapter 215: Ji Lianxing: I, Your Master, Will Watch You Both Cultivate Together!

Yanle Street.

It was high noon; the Teaching Bureau had few guests, mostly here to drink and listen to music.

In the Yunshui Pavilion's hall, the musician sat on stage, lightly plucking the strings; the music of silk and bamboo was melodious and pleasant, while a group of sect disciples in martial robes drank and chatted.

Liu Qiansong held his cup, expression helplessly: "This Zhongzhou is truly beneath the Son of Heaven's feet—too peaceful indeed. I stationed my men for days around neighboring counties and still couldn't catch even a petty thief."

Then he handed me an envelope. I smelled the strong perfume on it and couldn't help sneezing.

Yin Changning's face flushed pale and red. He even noticed Inspector Jiang casting an annoyed glance his way.

"And then…?" Changhen spoke slowly, each word deliberate—she had never imagined the truth would be like this.

The driver was from the Mu family, yet when Qingmoyan spoke, he displayed an unusual authority.

The others sat quietly in place; even Duan Qinghu came out. She had just bathed, her hair half-dry and draped over her shoulders, a loose light-blue linen dress making her seem ethereal, untouched by mortal dust.

Song Jiangshan saw her anger and said nothing more, only sighed helplessly, swept his sleeve, and walked away.

The two moved like a tug-of-war—one dodging, one chasing—with perfect tacit understanding, neither daring to speak up.

Qingmoyan's lips twitched; she wanted to say something, but her mouth opened and closed for a long while, not a single word emerging.

I don't want to go blind—I'm so insignificant between you two, you have no reason to care about my existence.

I checked the time; I'd been out over ten minutes. It was time to execute my next plan.

Until the Hongmeng Sword fell, the entire starry sky vanished, and Qin Chuan and the other returned to Lingxiao Palace.

Once the Ten Thousand Demons Cave was gone, the Canglang Empire would monopolize all three imperial cities—no one could guess how powerful it would become.

"Elder! Please tell us what's really going on! At least let us die with peace of mind?" Zhang Nan wanted to understand first—he truly didn't believe there were gods here; perhaps these people from the Great Mountains were ignorant, spreading rumors.

As he spoke, "Poot!" a sharp, crisp fart rang out in the air. Even the wise make mistakes—Ji Xuan never accounted for Gongye Haomiao's basic needs: eating, drinking, defecating, sleeping—and certainly not that he'd fart at this exact moment, whether loudly or silently.

"Painful indeed," Yaxike said, reaching out and clasping the tentacle extended by the giant octopus.

"Wuji Sword Saint, this is your final chance—will you accept or not?" the Sword Saint's eyes turned icy as he stared coldly at Wuji Sword Saint and demanded in a low voice.

"I'm not going to live in Company Commander Palace forever—where have you been this whole time? Last time I came looking for you, you were nowhere to be found." Yueye said.

Before she could finish speaking, a giant hand seized her waist and yanked her into the quilt, pinning her down heavily.

"Master? Who is your master?" Guarding against others is essential—after all, I have no friends in the Immortal Realm. Who would be so kind as to protect me?

Lao San immediately reported what she'd learned by tailing Jiang Yingmeng; the more she spoke, the more Lao Si's brow furrowed, then he said: "We must report this to Brother One!" Having said that, she immediately pulled out her phone.

"I think Your Majesty is 'pretending to let go to catch'—today's assassination failed, they might panic and lash out," Lu Nantian said, when his father suddenly cut him off.

Yue turned around and saw MuMu, a head taller than Bai, head bowed, face flushed, whispering something to Bai. His heart jolted—a nameless emotion surged in his chest. Yue knew what it was: pity.