Chapter 22: Alv Submits and Seeks the Longyuan

"You wicked creature! Stop at once!" Fuyin Zhenren swept his horsetail whisk, looking down at the old yellow weasel from above.

That old thing actually lowered its body slowly under Fuyin's imposing aura, becoming meek and submissive.

Only then did Fuyin look at Lingxiang: "You little monkey, causing trouble with my disciple again!" Though the words were a reprimand, there was not a hint of anger on his face.

"Look at you, how can you call this causing trouble." Lingxiang said, releasing her hand from the seal, walking past Fuyin to crouch down, helping Maidong up and feeding her a Poison-Repelling Pill.

"I am taking her out for experience, to help her recognize the dangers of the world. Instead of thanking me, you blame me; what kind of logic is that?"

Maidong swallowed the pill, her strength recovering slightly, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Lingxiang's words.

"You slippery thing, always good at quibbling; don't lead Maidong astray." Fuyin shook his head with a smile and bowed to Ajin, "Greetings, Divine Envoy."

"True Person, please do not be so formal." Ajin said, returning the bow with cupped hands.

"These two are young and inexperienced, causing trouble for the Divine Envoy. If there was any offense, I hope you will be magnanimous."

"True Person is too modest. It was thanks to their help today that we captured this beast; I should be the one thanking the True Person for stepping in at the end." Ajin said, cupping his hands toward Fuyin.

"I dare not accept such praise, Divine Envoy, please do not do this." Fuyin hurriedly returned the bow again.

Seeing Fuyin Zhenren being so polite to Ajin, Lingxiang suddenly remembered a book she had seen when she was young. Her eyes rolled, and she stepped forward, patting Ajin:

"Oh, Ajin is not an outsider now, no need to be so formal, right Ajin?"

"Lingxiang! Do not be rude!" Fuyin hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.

"It is no matter." Ajin smiled faintly.

Just as Maidong was wondering why Lingxiang would suddenly try to get close to Ajin, City Lord Zhao gradually woke up, and Ajin hurriedly transformed into a cat and ran out.

When the City Lord woke up and saw the room in such a mess, he was stunned at first. When he saw the old yellow weasel surrounded by a group of small yellow weasels, he was shocked again. Then, seeing Qiaoshi Furen lying on the bed, he scrambled over to protect her in a panic.

After he blocked the front of Qiaoshi Furen's bed and turned around, he finally noticed Lingxiang and the others in the room.

The City Lord loved his wife so much that, although he lost some of his composure, it made Lingxiang feel a trace of envy.

"City Lord, do not panic." Maidong had recovered seven or eight parts of her strength, and seeing City Lord Zhao like this, she hurriedly got up to comfort him.

"This is Fuyin Zhenren of the Yuanqing Sect," Lingxiang hurriedly introduced: "With him here, he will surely ensure the Madam is safe."

Only then did City Lord Zhao realize his loss of composure, and he hurriedly stood up and bowed to Fuyin: "I have troubled you, Immortal."

Fuyin hurriedly returned the bow, saying he dared not accept the title.

"The Madam only needs to have the Soul-Bewitching Technique undone. If you wish for her to wake up sooner, feeding her a Concentration Pill will suffice, but in my humble opinion, letting her wake up naturally is the best policy."

After Fuyin Zhenren finished speaking, he looked at the old yellow weasel. The old yellow weasel was startled at first, then immediately stepped forward to undo the witchcraft.

Seeing this, City Lord Zhao hurriedly blocked the front of Qiaoshi Furen: he had never seen a yellow weasel of this size; it must be a monster. How could he let such a dangerous thing get close to his beloved wife?

Seeing the City Lord like this, Fuyin the Perfected One hurriedly said it was fine, and Maidong also repeatedly indicated that with her master there, the yellow weasel would not dare to act rashly. Only then did the City Lord retreat to the side, though he still stared at every move of the old yellow weasel.

The old yellow weasel merely swept its tail across Qiaoshi Furen's brows and eyes before retreating to the side, and those few small yellow weasels hurriedly gathered around it again.

"Before the Madam wakes up, let's talk about your affairs first!" Seeing the City Lord anxiously checking on Qiaoshi Furen, Lingxiang changed the subject and said to the old yellow weasel.

It was fine not to mention it, but as soon as it was brought up, the group of small yellow weasels exploded like a pot, chattering endlessly. However, their cultivation was still shallow, and their intelligence had not yet been opened, so naturally, they could not communicate with humanity.

At this time, the old yellow weasel stepped forward and bowed to the City Lord like a human, explaining clearly why they had come to the City Lord Mansion and why they had attacked Qiaoshi Furen.

After listening to its explanation, City Lord Zhao pondered for a moment and said: "Since this place is a land of Spirit Gathering, and you are sincere in your cultivation, then you may stay. Just do not frighten my wife again. The matter regarding your juniors was indeed the fault of my subordinates. One matter should not trouble two masters; I must trouble the True Person to perform a rite of passage for it, hoping it can have a good next life."

Fuyin spoke of goodness, praising the City Lord's benevolent heart.

Hearing this, the old yellow weasel was stunned for a moment, then bowed to thank him, promising to strictly discipline the juniors, and requested that City Lord Zhao bestow a name.

This was a show of loyalty to the City Lord Mansion, which surprised Lingxiang a little.

The City Lord thought for a moment and bestowed upon it the name Alv, hoping it could grow vigorously like the Japanese Hop, realize its own Dao, and not care about the opinions of others.

After hearing City Lord Zhao's words, Alv bowed and then led the group of small yellow weasels away.

From then on, the City Lord Mansion had no more trouble with snakes or rats; but that is a later story.

Fearing that Qiaoshi Furen might have sequelae after waking up, and to put his mind at ease, Fuyin Zhenren stayed in the City Lord Mansion for a few days.

The City Lord's wife was indeed a gentle person. As soon as she saw Lingxiang and Maidong, she liked them very much. Seeing Lingxiang's clothes were nearly rags, no matter how she explained, she hurriedly called people to measure and cut fabric, ordering several sets of dresses for the two of them, dressing them up nicely.

It must be said, after Lingxiang was dressed up, she really had the air of a young lady from a great family, which made Fuyin Zhenren stroke his beard and laugh, saying it should have been like this long ago.

This day, the City Lord and his wife held a banquet to thank the three for saving the Madam. At the table, City Lord Zhao and Fuyin were chatting happily, but Lingxiang took out the medical notice she had torn down in front of the city gate that day.

"I wonder if the medical notice posted by the City Lord is still valid."

"Do not be absurd! People of cultivation help others as a matter of duty; how can you covet worldly wealth!" Fuyin scolded Lingxiang, then apologized to the City Lord: "I hope the City Lord will give this old man some face; seeing that she is still young, please do not hold it against her."

City Lord Zhao hurriedly said it was no matter: "It was a promised consultation fee; Miss Lingxiang is not in the wrong." After saying this, he was about to summon the steward.

"City Lord, wait. I truly do not want this consultation fee; I only wish to request an item from your mansion. I wonder if the City Lord could part with it for me." Lingxiang said with a cunning look.

City Lord Zhao was quite frank: "I wonder what item in my mansion has caught Miss Lingxiang's eye?"

"Seven-Star Longyuan."

"This..." The City Lord looked at his wife beside him with some difficulty.

The Seven-Star Longyuan that Lingxiang spoke of was an ancient bronze sword, weighing seven jin and three liang, three feet and four and a half inches long, with a six-inch neck, a two-foot eight and a half inch blade, and eight-ridged dragon patterns. It could slay demons and seal devils, and was forged by a talented person in ancient times.

It was not that he was unwilling, but this sword was part of the Madam's dowry back then.

The City Lord's wife smiled lightly: "I wondered what rare treasure it was; it is just a sword, why is my husband so troubled? No one in the family is skilled in the Dao anyway; gifting it to Miss Lingxiang is fine, it would be making the best use of it." As she spoke, she ordered the servants to take it from the treasury and send it to Lingxiang's guest room.

"Then I thank the Madam." Lingxiang said, bowing to Qiaoshi Furen.