Chapter 332: No Background

In the Great Qian's Imperial City, at the Wang Fu.

In the dim, secluded inner chambers, a noble lady quietly gazed at the letter in her hands, reading the scribbled characters on it again and again.

As the Wang Fei, she could certainly afford to use a message-transmitting jade slip.

Yet, compared to the cold jade slip, she hoped more to receive a letter written by her own son's hand.

Sent away at such a young age to that dull and flavorless immortal sect.

What a great torment this was.

Even she herself, back then, could not help but crave the world's prosperity, stubbornly coming to the Great Qian.

The Wang Fei carefully folded the letter.

There had originally been a chance for Prince Jinjiang to enjoy all the glory within the Great Qian, to grow up like a normal heir, marry and have children, and stay by her side.

But all of this was ruined by that woman.

Just when Prince Jinjiang's attitude had finally begun to change, he was teased by Jiang Qiulan into losing his appetite for food and drink, becoming even more gloomy than before.

To prevent his strange habits from flaring up and causing a scandal in the Imperial City, she had no choice but to sadly send him away.

Unfortunately, she was insignificant and powerless; despite living in the Great Qian for many years, she had gained nothing, and her voice carried less and less weight within the Xuan Guang Cave.

Otherwise, she would surely have vented this anger completely.

The Wang Fei adjusted her breathing and looked at the two guards before her: "Speak."

"Reporting to the Wang Fei, we have done our utmost to search, yet still have no news of the Wang Ye..." the guard replied softly.

Hearing this, the Wang Fei's expression showed no ripple.

She had long grown accustomed to that useless man; even if he died outside, it would matter little.

"Following your orders, we have found another Young Lady lost outside, and another..."

The guard did not continue; within the Wang Fu there were countless Young Ladies, yet only one son, Prince Jinjiang; of course, there was no problem with the Wang Ye's body.

"Where are they?" the Wang Fei raised her eyes slightly.

"At the Zhen Mo Si in Outside Qingzhou."

The guard clasped his hands and said: "That youth is now a Captain at the Zhen Mo Si; as for the Young Lady, she is called Chen Jinyu, and she also does miscellaneous tasks at the Zhen Mo Si."

"Heh, Outside Qingzhou again."

The Wang Fei wore a cold sneer; joining the Zhen Mo Si, did he hope to lean on the Wumiao to do something for the low-born woman who bore him?

"Bring that Miss back; do not let her shame us outside and damage the Wang Fu's prestige. As for the other, be clean with your hands and feet, do not let those black-skinned dogs pin anything on you."

"Your subordinate understands." The two guards straightened their bodies again.

He is merely a Captain without a pattern, with absolutely no background; otherwise, he would not have let his sister wash clothes and cook for others. Dealing with him is extremely simple.

Just as the two were preparing to withdraw, a bald man rushed in clumsily from outside the courtyard.

Seeing this, the Wang Fei did not get angry; instead, she slowly stood up: "What are you here for?"

As someone from the Xuan Guang Cave, he also wished to do something for the immortal sect.

This bald man was a disciple she had carefully selected and arranged to enter the Wumiao; the news of Shen Yi's promotion to Patrol Envoy had come from here.

"Let them leave."

The bald man glanced around, then stepped into the room.

Seeing his demeanor, the Wang Fei's heart suddenly accelerated; had she waited so long, and finally found some gain?

Even now, just for her son's future, she urgently needed to raise her status within the Xuan Guang Cave.

The bald man lowered his voice: "The Xu family."

Just those two words made the Wang Fei stunned for quite a while; after roughly guessing which Xu family it was, her chest even began to rise and fall rapidly.

"What exactly is the situation?" she suddenly stepped closer.

"The Wumiao has invited a member of the Xu family, not young in age, and accompanied by a Yin Spirit; his status is absolutely not low. From listening to their conversation... it seems they want to ask the Xu family member to help with something."

The bald man pondered for a moment, then added: "In any case, the people of the Wumiao absolutely know his identity; failing to report this is inescapable."

Hearing this, the Wang Fei's expression actually calmed down.

She closed her eyes and thought carefully: "Something is wrong."

Merely inviting a Xu family member to construct an array is not worth the Wumiao risking offending the Xuan Guang Cave.

Moreover, those reclusive rats, after suffering such a huge loss, how could they possibly come out without sufficient profit and confidence?

There must be something even greater hidden within.

"Do not rush yet; continue staying at the Wumiao. I need more detailed information."

The Wang Fei waved her hand, but saw the bald man still standing motionless in place; she raised her eyebrows: "Rest assured; if notification to my sect is needed later, you will be the one to deliver the message."

"Thank you, Wang Fei!"

The man finally showed a smile.

As a Dao Infant cultivator, having joined the Wumiao which primarily cultivates Yin Spirits, his future path was cut off; it was better to seek a better future sooner rather than later.

Great Qian, Outside Qingzhou City.

Accompanied by a crowd, A Qing looked around the street with great joy.

Although she had escaped beforehand, she rarely walked so openly in the world; all of this was extremely fresh to her.

"The Great Qian truly deserves to be the holy land of Yin Spirit cultivators; there are actually temples built within the city!"

Looking at a main hall where incense smoke flowed endlessly, she walked over in three or four steps and peered inside the hall from the crowd.

"Only he can have a temple established."

Lin Baiwei explained with a smile.

Compared to her previous liveliness, this Bai Shan girl was much quieter; every movement and gesture was extremely steady.

She seemed intentionally to be drawing closer to the image of Jiang Shijie.

"Him?"

Aqing held Lin Baiwei's arm; after days of interaction, her favor for this Miss Lin had multiplied.

In the great hall, a true deity sat upright, an ceremonial blade laid flat across his knees, a magnificent black-gold robe trailing to the floor.

His face was calm, his eyes holding a detached gaze that looked down upon the human world.

"Looks familiar."

Aqing opened her mouth slightly and blinked her eyes.

Just then, she suddenly heard a cry of surprise.

Turning her head, she saw that Miss Lin, who had just been serene, now had a twisted little face, rubbing the back of her head with eyes full of grievance.

Behind her, a handsome youth slowly withdrew his finger: "Who told you to make such a mess of things?"

"It wasn't me..."

Lin Baiwei weakly lowered her hand, yet she couldn't hide the joy at the corners of her mouth: "You're back."

Hearing this, Aqing was somewhat surprised.

In her experience, people had called him Senior Shen, or my lord Shen, or at the very least Daoist Brother or Big Brother.

This was the first time she had seen anyone address him so directly as "you."

And even stranger, Big Brother Shen didn't seem to find it wrong in the slightest.

Thinking of this, Aqing narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Came back to take a look."

Shen Yi glanced at the young lady in white: "Don't keep copying her; you look like a cold, unlucky wretch."

"I'm not copying her."

Lin Baiwei pressed her lips and smiled; only Shen Yi would dare speak of Jiang Shijie like that.

"Are you returning to the Imperial City now, or staying here?" Shen Yi looked at Aqing again.

"Uh." Aqing quickly regained her composure; she seemed to have heard something: "Big Brother Shen isn't taking me with you?"

Shen Yi shook his head: "I still have some matters to attend to."

This time it wasn't for the grotto; it was only to harvest more demon lifespans.

Plus, having encountered the Dark-Tailed Demon Emperor earlier, if not for the cultivators of Mount Wutong blocking the way, he truly couldn't have protected Aqing.

"Alright..."

Aqing lowered her head in disappointment, but then secretly glanced at Miss Lin: "I want to stay here!"

"That works too."

Shen Yi suspected nothing and nodded decisively.

Xu Wanyun was also in Outside Qingzhou; with a Grand Master of the Slain Hunyuan Sect protecting her, there should be no problems.

Coincidentally, Jiang Qiulan had just been mentioned.

Lin Baiwei raised her head, looking somewhat worried: "After Jiang Shijie left, she never contacted us again; I don't know how she is."

Hearing this, Shen Yi nodded: "Next time you see her, ask her to send you a message."

His words carried no hint of thinking that woman would come to harm.

The medium-grade spiritual root in the storage bag had already proven everything; not only could she get along very well, she even had the spare capacity to think of others.

She was a true genius.

Her cultivation might be a bit low, but her mental fortitude was so strong she needed no one's help, hard as a sword tempered a thousand times.

"Enough, let's go."

Shen Yi glanced sideways to bid farewell, then rode a demon cloud and soared into the sky.

He had his own matters to attend to.

(End of this chapter)