Chapter 607: Miss, wait—everyone in Bianjing knows you!

You saw a woman sitting upright in the carriage, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Tall and slender, she knelt inside the carriage, wearing a loose pink robe that revealed her snow-white neck, below which a deep valley was plainly visible, stirring the blood.

Above it was a face naturally alluring, faintly flushed.

The interior of the carriage was warm.

She now wore an inexplicable expression—surprise giving way to a blush.

Her voice was soft and sweet: "Your servant greets Master Guan!"

At that moment!

As the carriage jolted, Mu Zhu lost her focus, her composed posture trembling as she leaned forward.

You naturally reached out to steady her.

You felt warm fragrance enter your arms, as if two soft mounds gently pressed against your chest, trembling like water in a bag.

The woman pressed against the boy's chest, feeling his firm strength, and unconsciously swallowed saliva.

She skillfully lifted her snow-white thigh, lightly rubbing against the inner side of his groin.

You quickly withdrew your hand and steadied her: "Miss, be careful."

Mu Zhu slowly raised her head, another sigh escaping her—such a noble and handsome man, how captivating would his brows look when furrowed in pleasure?

This restrained yet graceful young man stirred an unusual feeling within her.

The earlier tension in the carriage had vanished entirely.

The Young Master's instructions could not be disobeyed.

Seeing your silence, the woman whispered:

"Let me undress you."

"Master, no need to be shy—first times always bring a little pain, but afterward it's very pleasant."

Hearing this, your head throbbed; you dared not respond.

Seeing your silence, she feared you were inexperienced and too embarrassed to speak—Xie Yuan had been the same once. She licked her rosy lips.

"If you're shy, I'll sit facing away from you…"

Mu Zhu pinned up her hair and turned around, gripping her slender waist: "If you feel discomfort, hold here… or pinch lightly."

As she spoke, she felt her body grow hot, a tide rising within.

Dew clung to the fragrant grass.

She slowly unfastened her robe, revealing her jade-like back.

Though your heart remained cold, her words stirred a faint heat within you.

The woman, now naked, turned sideways—her curves exquisite, trembling slightly.

You swiftly formed a sword finger with your fingers and activated the Sixth Yin Fu Technique: "Shendie Fa Zhuan Yuan." A phantom butterfly emerged from your fingertip and landed lightly on her shoulder, its wings fluttering gently.

Her pupils gradually blurred, her eyelids heavy as lead, slowly closing as she lost all balance.

You stepped forward, steadied her, dressed her again, and seated her gently aside.

You couldn't help but smile wryly—Xie Yuan's youthful thoughts were truly fanciful; you'd have to find a chance to speak plainly with him.

Inside the carriage!

You sat cross-legged and began cultivation, continuing to visualize the Demon-Slaying Sword within.

You slowly closed your eyes.

The Demon-Slaying Sword had been sketched in your heart-sea for months; only a thread remained before you could fully unleash it.

The Demon-Slaying Sword could slay all demons under heaven, yet there were no demons in Bianjing—you had never seen one since childhood, nor had any member of the Demon-Slaying Bureau.

The only "demon" you knew was the dragon in the Xie Mansion, but given its rank, it was far beyond your current cultivation base to handle.

You were curious, however—what was the final character in Hongjing Academy? What sword intent did the Second Master truly possess?

"Slay Ghost," "Slay Demon"—the Second Master had nine swords, each with its own spirit.

Lu Hua said: when united, the nine swords could slay the Master!

The carriage slowed to a stop; you sensed growing noise and withdrew your thoughts.

You lifted the carriage curtain and looked around—lanterns blazed, lighting the scene as bright as day.

Guards lined the road, holding back excited, crowded crowds, with children perched on shoulders above them.

A path remained clear for entry to the Qunfang Banquet.

Clear as the Jing and Wei Rivers!

The people of Bianjing were accustomed to this—your carriage passed through amid envious glances.

Hooves clattered slowly across the broad bridge.

Beneath it flowed the Zhi River, dotted with flower boats, music and song rising from them.

The carriage ascending the bridge was the stage for today's Qunfang Banquet.

You had reached the entrance to the Qunfang Banquet, guarded by armored soldiers.

You slowly lowered the curtain, glanced at the woman still lying there, then stepped down as the carriage halted.

Footsteps struck solid ground!

You looked up at the entrance to the Qunfang Banquet, set atop the bridge—a grand arched gate.

Lanterns blazed, voices roared, guests from all walks poured in—a scene of dazzling bustle.

Li Shujun, Zhang Yuzhi, and Xie Qi had already disembarked.

Xie Yuan strolled over with a grin and whispered: "Brother Guan, how was it?"

You shook your head.

Xie Yuan's face showed surprise: "No way—Mu Zhu knows how to please."

He peered into the carriage—soft snores came from within; Mu Zhu's face was flushed, sweetly smiling, lying there like jade.

Xie Yuan chuckled knowingly: "Brother Guan, you're truly a flower-destroying demon, a beast."

You sighed helplessly: "I didn't touch her—she just fell asleep."

Xie Yuan was astonished: "Brother Guan, you held back?"

He clucked in disbelief: "Even a beast wouldn't do that."

You reunited and walked further in.

At the archway stood dozens of people.

Besides the armored guards on either side, there were seven or eight men in flying-fish robes, each with a bronze mirror hanging on their chest.

You recognized them immediately—the Mirror Bureau.

Originally a secret organization under the imperial court, responsible for interrogation, investigation, arrest, and direct reporting to the throne, it now answered solely to Minister Su Jing.

It wielded immense power in court; few dared offend it. Its hallmark: flying-fish robes and a bronze mirror on the chest.

Among them were several middle-aged Confucian scholars.

The leader was a man clad in armor, radiating a chilling aura.

He must be the general stationed here.

Those ahead queued to enter, each required to be personally verified by him.

You waited patiently in line behind them.

You carried the invitation to the Qunfang Banquet given to you by Sima Ting.

Li Shujun and the others approached, seemingly familiar with the leader.

The chilling-aura man merely nodded to Li Shujun.

You were admitted without inspection of your invitations.

Xie Yuan whispered to you: that chilling-aura man was a Palace Mid-Lieutenant from the Li family, one of the Nine Great Clans—likely Li Shujun's cousin.

Xie Yuan's tone carried envy—he mentioned the lieutenant had entered the upper three realms of martial cultivation.

The men in Confucian robes were from the Academy.

You subtly sensed—dozens here possessed deep cultivation, their blood-qi tightly contained; even the armored guards radiated steady, calm energy.

You had recently encountered great masters like Mo Shi and Lotus Pond Master—so you felt little surprise.

Though you dared not release your Primordial Spirit to probe, you faintly sensed several hidden auras nearby.

Security at today's Qunfang Banquet was exceptionally tight.

You followed Li Shujun's group, walking side by side with Xie Yuan through the grand arch.

Passersby noticed you—Li Shujun, Zhang Yunzhi, and others were well-known in Bianjing.

Entering the Qunfang Banquet!

This place was originally the Zi Xiao Pavilion, built atop a magnificent bridge capable of seating a thousand spectators. For the Qunfang Banquet, it had been greatly expanded.

Before you lay a square stage, built for the Flower Queen's performance.

At this moment!

Compared to outside, the interior was quieter—perhaps because too many important figures were present, and everyone restrained themselves.

Those around maintained proper decorum, speaking in hushed tones, faces glowing with festive joy.

Below the stage stood eight hundred seats, arranged front to back in four zones: Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding—only front and back mattered, all offering clear views of the stage.

Behind the seats rose a four-story tower, especially striking.

Figures moved on the upper floors; some leaned on windows, wine in hand, watching the Qunfang Banquet stage.

That tower was the Yaoxian Tower!

More than half the seats were already filled; many entered through the gate holding invitations.

【"Changfeng, it's been a long time."】

【"Master Wei, have you eaten yet?"】

【"Here, we dare not call you Master."】

【The crowd exchanged greetings, speaking in the refined accent of the capital.】

【"Sister Shuwan, Sister Yuzhi, over here, over here!"】

【A clear voice called out; you turned to see a girl dressed in lavish robes waving at you.】

【Another voice rang out: "Qiyue, over here!"】

【Xie Qiyue turned her head and frowned: "Xue Hong, why are you shouting? I can hear you just fine."】

【You smiled faintly—you were not in their circle and were about to leave.】

【Xie Qiyue and the others gathered together, calling out to friends, laughing and chatting.】

【Xie Qiyue was the happiest of all, holding hands with a girl her own age, both beaming; tall Xue Bai stood behind them, smiling with half-closed eyes.】

【You stood alone, knowing no one at the Group of Beauties Banquet, and no one greeted you.】

【You took your leave and turned away.】

【Zhang Yuzhi had just greeted her friend and caught sight of your retreating figure.】

【The boy's silhouette was slender, yet radiated an unusual spirit of vigor.】

【Li Shuwan, noticing Zhang Yuzhi's distant gaze, asked: "Yuzhi, what's wrong?"】

【Zhang Yuzhi snapped out of it and shook her head: "Nothing!"】

【Yet she felt a faint premonition—that after this Group of Beauties Banquet…】

【The boy who reads in the small courtyard—who in Bianjing does not know you?】

(End of Chapter)