Chapter 341: Finally Seeing the True Face of Wumin Jun

"Oh?" The ghost-faced man stated the sequence of events, but Lingxiang was uninterested: "So what?"

Seeing Lingxiang's lack of interest, the ghost-faced man fell silent for a moment; he was somewhat unsure of what the little girl before him was actually thinking.

"You invited me here, just to tell me these things?" Lingxiang shrugged and crossed her legs.

Leaving the Yuanqing Sect over two years ago, the ghost-faced man before her had once said some inexplicable things to her; she hadn't paid them any mind at the time, but now, so long after, she still couldn't fathom what he was actually aiming for.

Thinking back on what this person said then, it seemed he was an old acquaintance of her mother and knew some inside information. It was just that she didn't know why, ever since Lingxiang arrived in the Demon Realm, this person had never had any further involvement with her.

Could it be that this strange person had forgotten her?

The reason Lingxiang acted so recklessly across the various halls of the Demon Realm wasn't entirely because she relied on her usefulness in performing Spirit-Refining for the Demon Lord; it was more so to attract his attention.

Yet no matter how absurd Lingxiang was, even if she made a scene in this ghost-faced man's hall, he remained silent and let her be, as if everything from that day was just something he had said in passing.

What was even stranger was that this person had never once taken off his mask.

So, after these two years, Lingxiang only knew that outsiders called this person Wumin Jun.

Hah! Playing mysterious? She, Lingxiang, just didn't buy that act!

People say "a cat has nine lives, like a fleeting shadow," and the current Lingxiang cherished her life dearly, so how could she put herself in danger?

Thus, after acting out a few times, Lingxiang threw Wumin Jun to the back of her mind. She hadn't expected to receive his message today, inviting her to a small courtyard in the Demon Capital market.

This person must be sick; when you were eager, he ignored you, and now that you have no time, he insists on finding you.

Right now, Lingxiang had to find Maidong, keep an eye on Guihua, refine medicine for the Demon Lord, and guard the phoenix egg—where would she have time to deal with him!

Especially the phoenix egg; that was Xiaobai's only chance at survival! She didn't even know if this Nether Qi had any effect on it.

Seeing Lingxiang was distracted, Wumin Jun remained silent for a long time before clapping his hands behind him.

A burst of footsteps arrived, and a man walked out from the inner room.

Seeing the newcomer in exotic attire, Lingxiang was stunned for a moment; she felt this person was very familiar, but she couldn't recall where she had seen him for a moment.

Hiss...

Where had she seen him?

Lingxiang thought for a long time and finally remembered this face.

"You aren't... Boluohui!"

That prince of some Barbarian Clan tribe who had specifically run from Manzhou to the Yuanqing Sect to learn arts!

How could he be here?

Lingxiang still had some impression of this Boluohui.

She remembered that when she was selecting cultivation techniques for Long Qi and the others, she had gone to the Langhuan Pavilion quite often, and every time she went, she could always see him studying bamboo slips in the pavilion; he was a very diligent one.

But ever since the Yuanqing Sect sent their generation of disciples down the mountain for training, she had never seen him again.

But why was he mixed up with the Demon Race?

Just as Lingxiang was feeling strange, Boluohui stepped forward and performed a salute—a Daoist Sect salute.

This made Lingxiang feel even stranger—since he was in league with the Demon Race, why bother performing a Daoist Sect salute to her?

After Boluohui finished his salute, he only said "Fucang Elder" and then said nothing more. Lingxiang scrutinized him for a long time, but she still couldn't figure out the reason.

According to the information Chiyanzi had gathered earlier, weren't the tribes of Manzhou suffering deeply from the Demon Race? How could this Boluohui look like he was one of Wumin's people? Could it be that he had colluded with the Demon Race?

Lingxiang was filled with doubt, but her face remained calm; she just glanced at Boluohui, made a sound through her nose, and began picking at her fingernails.

Even so, the doubt in Lingxiang's eyes just now had not escaped Wumin Jun's notice. He knew the little girl before him was putting on airs, so he smiled to himself and followed Lingxiang's lead, asking:

"Is Fucang Elder not curious why a disciple of your sect is in my Demon Realm?"

Lingxiang knew that some things couldn't be pushed too far; since the other party had provided a way out, if she didn't take it, she would be the one being ungrateful.

Wumin at least had his own palace in the Demon Realm and held a significant status; she was a mere mortal, so what right did she have to be arrogant before him? That was enough.

Lingxiang put down her crossed legs, brushed off her skirt, cleared her throat, and said: "Not to mention why he is in your hall, let me first ask: Wumin Jun only said in your letter that there was something to discuss, but I don't see the slightest sincerity from you. How can this make me feel at ease to have a deep conversation with you?"

Upon hearing this, Wumin Jun looked at Lingxiang without moving, but he was wearing a ghost mask, so Lingxiang couldn't see his expression and couldn't guess what he was thinking.

After a long time, she heard Wumin speak.

"What does Fucang Elder want?"

Lingxiang glanced at Wumin, then picked up the tea bowl on the side table, blew the steam off the surface of the tea, and took a sip.

The sound of that sip was extremely loud, causing Boluohui to the side to cast a sidelong glance—the Central Plains women he remembered were mostly gentle and quiet, but this Fucang Elder...

Boluohui often heard his sect seniors say that one should never provoke Fucang Elder, but having seen her a few times, he didn't think she was that scary, only that her etiquette was indeed somewhat...

Unusual...

After a sip of hot tea, Lingxiang put down the bowl and let out a long sigh, looking extremely content.

"Wumin Jun knows my background, but I don't know yours. I consider myself a merchant, and in business, one shouldn't make a loss!"

Don't blame her for being mercenary; there might be a wrong purchase, but there would never be a wrong sale. Since Wumin Jun had sought her out, he must have his bargaining chips; she couldn't be taken advantage of for nothing.

The military adage says, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles." This Wumin Jun had been mysterious for two years, and Lingxiang knew nothing about him, so how could she easily believe anything he said?

Watching Lingxiang with a smile on her lips and bright eyes fixed on him, Wumin Jun was stunned for a moment; in a trance, he seemed to see Tumi Xianzi—that one meeting from many years ago remained fresh in his memory, impossible to forget.

After a long time, Wumin Jun sighed.

"Fucang Elder already knows how others address me, but no one has ever mentioned who my ancestors served. I presume Fucang Elder has done quite a bit of digging, haven't you?"

Lingxiang nodded, then shook her head; seeing this, Wumin Jun was puzzled.

What did this little girl mean?

Lingxiang picked up the tea bowl again, but only held it in front of her. The steam from the tea rose in clouds, obscuring Lingxiang's playful face.

How could Wumin Jun not understand her meaning? But he just sat there without moving.

After pondering for a moment, Wumin Jun sighed again, helplessly raised his hand to the back of his head, and pulled off a silk ribbon.

The ribbon slid off, the black gauze veil fell, revealing a head of silver hair; then Wumin Jun reached out and slowly took off the ghost mask.

"Hiss!"

Upon seeing the true face of Wumin Jun, Lingxiang could not help but gasp, nearly failing to steady the soup bowl in her hands.

This face...

This face is truly...

Terrifying!