Chapter 1732

Ji Yaohua appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

Beneath her cold, heroic temperament were charming, affectionate eyes and a slender, moving figure.

Her appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Although the Ming Guo of this world had many internal and external troubles, the imperial court's strength remained strong.

Especially the various privileged departments that had recruited a large number of experts.

The Liushan Sect had a clear hierarchy.

The leader was the Divine Constable Liu Jiyan, with four great divine constables under him.

Next were the black-clad candidate divine constables, gold-clad constables, purple-clad constables, blue-clad constables, and yellow-clad bailiffs.

Therefore, Ji Yaohua's official title should be Black-Clad Candidate Divine Constable.

There was no problem calling her a Black-Clad Divine Constable when dealing with the outside world.

Ji Yaohua could become one of the only two black-clad female divine constables of the Liushan Sect not just because of her cultivation base, which was only at the late Acquired Stage.

It was also due to the support of the forces behind her that she could hold a high position at a young age.

Except for the four great divine constables who had a hard requirement of Grandmaster cultivation, other levels cared more about case-solving ability and merit.

There were even many Grandmaster experts who remained as gold-clad constables.

And the Liushan Sect's strength was only considered average among the privileged departments, which showed how strong the court's power was.

Logically speaking, Ji Yaohua, with only late Acquired Stage cultivation, was not qualified to intervene in a case involving Grandmasters.

But as long as one looked at the hand crossbows in the hands of the dozens of purple-clad, blue-clad, and yellow-clad subordinates following her, no one dared to have any objections.

Hand crossbows and bows and arrows were the most lethal to Jianghu experts.

The larger the scale of the volley, the greater the lethality.

In small-scale combat, hand crossbows were light and powerful.

If a Grandmaster who was not proficient in lightness skills was shot at by dozens of hand crossbows, it would be difficult to escape death.

Of course, more importantly, there were very few people in the Ming Guo who dared to provoke the majesty of the imperial court.

For example, the expressions of the North Shaolin monks like Xinmei were extremely ugly at this moment.

Even the Earth Immortal Wuxiang found it difficult.

If Li Xunhuan had already been in the hands of North Shaolin, they would naturally have had plenty of ways to shirk responsibility.

At this moment, because Gu Hanyuan had delayed time, Li Xunhuan had not yet fallen into the hands of North Shaolin when the Liushan Sect people arrived.

It was impossible for North Shaolin to snatch someone from the Liushan Sect again.

On the surface, North Shaolin would not provoke the majesty of the imperial court.

While North Shaolin dared not clash head-on with the imperial court, the court would not excessively make things difficult for North Shaolin.

This was a tacitly observed unwritten rule between the imperial court and the major forces in the Jianghu.

Moreover, the Buddhist sect needed to preach and had always been obedient to the imperial court.

For example, when the South Shaolin exposed two Earth Immortals and was targeted by the Song Guo imperial court, they quickly admitted defeat.

Therefore, the North Shaolin monks silently cleared the way when they saw Ji Yaohua leading people closer.

There was no trace of the overbearing arrogance they had when they wanted to take Li Xunhuan away earlier.

Wuxiang looked deeply at Gu Hanyuan.

Figures flickered, and he left this place silently.

Gu Hanyuan sneered disdainfully at the sight.

The look in Wuxiang's eyes before he left conveyed a "This time our North Shaolin admits defeat."

It seemed like a concession, but in reality, it was telling Gu Hanyuan that he had remembered this debt.

If an ordinary person were remembered with such hidden hostility by an Earth Immortal, they would probably be unable to sleep or eat in peace.

However, Gu Hanyuan only found it funny.

Wuxiang's head was only temporarily resting on his shoulders.

North Shaolin had been slapped in the face repeatedly this time, failed to take Li Xunhuan away, and lost face, suffering no small loss.

And there was also the Earth Immortal Wuxiang.

Most of Gu Hanyuan's goals had already been achieved.

As for the rest, one only needed to look at Xinjian staring at Long Xiaoyun's corpse with flickering eyes to know that the problem was not big.

Skipping those calculations in his heart.

Gu Hanyuan turned his attention to Ji Yaohua.

He had no small interest in Ji Yaohua, not just in her as a person, but more in An Shigeng behind her.

Logically speaking, An Shigeng should be preparing to steal the copper molds and cast counterfeit coins to disrupt the situation in the capital.

Ji Yaohua, whom he had planted as an undercover agent in the Liushan Sect, should not be coming to meddle in the Li Xunhuan and Plum Blossom Thief case at such a critical moment.

The only explanation was that Ji Yaohua's goal was not Li Xunhuan, but Gu Hanyuan.

To be precise, it was An Shigeng behind Ji Yaohua who had set his sights on Gu Hanyuan.

Looking at Ji Yaohua's beautiful eyes, which carried an inexplicable meaning.

Gu Hanyuan knew that his guess was mostly correct.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

Ji Yaohua relied on her beauty and her identity as a Black-Clad Divine Constable of the Liushan Sect to become the focus of everyone's attention.

But in her eyes, the Jianghu people around were like dispensable extras.

They were completely different from Gu Hanyuan in the center of the crowd.

A white robe with gold trim, a handsome and flawless face, and an otherworldly temperament, like a refined young master in a muddy world.

"No wonder the rumors always say Gu Hanyuan is like an exiled immortal, the dream lover of countless women."

Ji Yaohua praised inwardly.

But that was all.

For Ji Yaohua, who had no freedom, love was a luxury; even if she fell in love with someone, what could she do?

Beneath her cold and beautiful appearance was a closed heart.

Moreover, she was here to contact Gu Hanyuan on An Shigeng's mission.

Subconsciously, she carried a sense of revulsion.

However, her long-term undercover career made her expression management perfect.

One saw a smile suddenly bloom on Ji Yaohua's pretty face, like a flower blooming in the spring after surviving a cold winter.

That cold and beautiful temperament immediately dissipated, revealing a charming and stunning beauty.

Ji Yaohua cupped her hands and smiled:

"May I ask if this is Young Master Gu?"

Gu Hanyuan smiled:

"It is indeed me. The two golden flowers of the Liushan Sect are well-deserved; Miss Ji is indeed as beautiful as a flower."

Ji Yaohua's delicate eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly.

Gu Hanyuan was romantic and affectionate; it was not strange for him to praise her beauty upon meeting.

Otherwise, An Shigeng would not have specifically asked her to contact Gu Hanyuan.

It was just that Ji Yaohua inevitably felt some discomfort in her heart; after all, there had always been people questioning her position as a Black-Clad Divine Constable.

Thinking she lacked ability and was just a beautiful vase.

What made Ji Yaohua even more unhappy was that Gu Hanyuan also mentioned the two golden flowers.