Chapter 200: High Heels Stomp on Chest (Begging for Monthly Votes)

Lu Xingzhou knew the Yama Hall had issued a statement to sever ties with Ye Wufeng, but he did not know that Ye Wufeng's master, the Western Ghost Emperor Tan Xinhong, had already been killed by Yuan Muyu; the people of the Capital Branch dared not tell him.

The Yama Hall's expedition against the Yin Corpse Sect counted as Yuan Muyu venting anger for Lu Xingzhou, but it was also indeed a pretext for action. Yuan Muyu needed both to replenish the Yama Hall's strength and to expand; conquering the Yin Corpse Sect was a very good plan.

In fact, subduing the Yin Corpse Sect was a strategic plan Lu Xingzhou had set in earlier years; the Netherworld, after all, matched the Yin Corpse Sect's background well and could be brought under their banner. This "compatibility" was not only from the aspects of cultivation and the "Dao," but also belonged to a kind of "sect culture," which is something people of this world rarely consider.

It is just that demonic sects generally hide very strictly and are hard to find, so this plan never came to fruition.

This time, it happened that Yuan Muyu went to trouble the Yin Corpse Sect, and subsequently, by accident, the Eastern Ghost Emperor Ji Wenchuan followed the trail to their main nest; what followed was natural and logical.

From this angle, Lu Xingzhou accidentally became a lucky star for the Yama Hall once again; merely venting anger for him suddenly achieved a plan that had been shelved years ago.

It was as if Lu Xingzhou, even after leaving, was still adding bricks and tiles to the Yama Hall; from the initial planning to the reasons for implementation, every aspect had not escaped his shadow.

Now Lu Xingzhou's mood was somewhat complex.

Following Shen Tang was fine to say the least, at least there was no intersection with the Yama Hall in the short term. But the current Lady Ye clearly had some past connection with Yuan Muyu; he did not know if it would develop into a conflict in the future.

That would truly be a headache.

"Then... is there anything else besides this?"

Meng Guan said leisurely, "The Tianxing Sword Sect, through a model of martial arts competition and acquisition, peacefully annexed the Alchemy Cauldron Gang. They expanded their mountain gate to the west of Xiazhou's suburbs, no longer just the layout of two mountains embracing."

Lu Xingzhou was somewhat surprised.

The Alchemy Cauldron Gang was much like the former Danxia Gang; both were gangs engaged in the planting and selling of medicinal herbs. Their strength was not strong, but their location was exactly what the Tianxing Sword Sect needed.

Places like Xiazhou, which focus on medicinal herb planting, certainly do not have just the Danxia and Lingquan peaks standing side by side; behind them lie continuous mountain ranges. The Danxia and Lingquan mountains are considered the mountains closest to the city; counting this way, they are a bit like two gateways.

The Tianxing Sword Sect wanted to expand, and of course could not expand into the city; the mountain ranges behind were the direction, for the sword emerges from the peaks.

But although Xiazhou's power is weak, it is not that you can annex or exterminate a sect whenever you say so. The Tianxing Sword Sect is not like the Yama Hall; the Righteous Path must have a basic law in its conduct; otherwise, if one sees someone's land and simply exterminates them, would the world not fall into chaos? The existence of the imperial court is the formulation and maintenance of rules; those who ignore the rules are the Demonic Path.

The Incense Burning Pavilion thought it stood behind the Prince of Jin and acted blindly; it was counter-exterminated, and no one sighed for them.

Expanding and annexing power within the rules; behind this, multiple games of strategy must have occurred. It did not require Lu Xingzhou to give advice on every matter; this was Shen Tang's own ability beginning to shine.

Seeing Lu Xingzhou pouring and drinking to himself with a good mood, Meng Guan leisurely added another sentence: "While you were still camping in the wild, the imperial court passed a court deliberation; Xiazhou was officially elevated to a commandery seat, and Dongjiang Commandery will become history. Although this does not count as a martial arts matter, I think you will want to hear it."

Lu Xingzhou's good mood suddenly skipped a beat, and his face changed as he said, "Too early!"

Meng Guan: "..."

Lu Xingzhou rose from his seat and paced back and forth twice: "Since Dongjiang Commandery has proposed this matter, it shows that the spiritual energy of Xiazhou can no longer be hidden; those with ulterior motives will naturally discover that the core of the change in the earth veins lies in Danxia Mountain. The Tianxing Sword Sect is not strong enough... having quietly made a fortune for a small half-year, it must face challenges again."

Meng Guan smiled: "Is it not just that you have returned? You can fight side by side now. Moreover, you now have a First Grade with you. Speaking of it, a sect having some trials is not bad, especially since the current Tianxing Sword Sect is a mixture of the Danxia Gang and the Incense Burning Pavilion; it also needs some war to strengthen cohesion."

Lu Xingzhou said helplessly, "The Commandery Governor does not know... never mind."

Meng Guan's words were of course not wrong; an emerging sect like the Tianxing Sword Sect, which rose so abruptly, was destined to experience more warfare than other sects, and indeed needed the baptism of war to talk about cohesion. Just now he had said that everyone must follow rules in their actions; anyway, it would not always be like the Incense Burning Pavilion launching surprise extermination attacks; conventional conflicts were not difficult to deal with.

Just at this moment, he had returned; being able to fight side by side was not without its joys. With Lady Ye by his side, the prestige was great. Even if there were truly demons causing trouble, they would basically be coming to be slaughtered.

But the problem is that this is not a martial arts matter; the core lies in how Gu Zhanting views it.

Previously, letting Shen Tang stay in Xiazhou was tantamount to a kind of exile; what could one do in a rural place with thin spiritual energy and scarce resources, especially since Shen Tang was also lame? But only half a year passed, and the so-called rural place suddenly became a sacred mountain and a treasure land; what would Gu Zhanting think?

Once the Emperor feels that Shen Tang's rising momentum exceeds the standard, repeating the Tianxing Sword Sect extermination case would not care about any reason.

The greatest demonic path in the world is the rule-maker itself.

Lu Xingzhou immediately lost the mood for drinking and chatting, and clasped his hands saying, "I wonder if the current Dongjiang Commandery Governor, Governor Meng, has any acquaintance with him?"

Meng Guan said, "What do you want to do?"

"Your Majesty will certainly inquire in detail about the spiritual energy situation of Xiazhou and Danxia Mountain. I hope Dongjiang Commandery's reply can describe the situation as weak as possible... hmm, it is not deceiving the monarch; it is the art of language; you all understand better than me."

Meng Guan laughed: "This Commandery Governor is named Zhang Rongzhi; he is my classmate, but this relationship is not as effective as another relationship."

Lu Xingzhou became alert: "What?"

"He is a former subordinate of Prime Minister Pei; this time, when proposing to change the commandery seat, he reported to Prime Minister Pei first. If you can ask Prime Minister Pei to say a few words, it will be much more useful than me."

Lu Xingzhou immediately wrote a letter with a brush: "Please ask Governor Meng to send someone to deliver it urgently to the Pei Residence, to Young Lady Chu Yun."

Meng Guan leisurely took the letter: "In this age, even cats can read letters..."

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

Meng Guan also wrote a letter to Lu Xingzhou on the spot: "Also take a letter for me to Zhang Rongzhi. The friendship of classmates still needs some correspondence."

Lu Xingzhou took it and bowed sincerely: "Thank you, Governor Meng."

Meng Guan said with deep meaning: "Follow Lady Ye well in the trial... I am waiting for your rise."...

The guest quarters Meng Guan arranged for Lu Xingzhou's group had even deeper meaning.

It was the guest courtyard where Lu Xingzhou had stayed originally, the place where he secretly hid Pei Pei Chuyun's so-called cat.

Lu Xingzhou did not know whether to call Meng Guan's bad taste sensible or overthinking; how could Lady Ye be the same as Pei Pei Chuyun.

He and A Nuo returned on tiptoe, carefully, slipping into their own room without daring to breathe loudly.

Today, that "Mother" in public; Lady Ye was obviously furious; he did not know if she would be beaten to death.

"Stop!" A cold voice came from Lady Ye's room; the master and disciple, acting like thieves, froze in their movements, and he said helplessly, "Mr., what is your order?"

A giant hand from the void descended, two fingers lifted A Nuo up, and a rattan whip, unknown from where, was drawn, "whoosh," striking A Nuo's buttocks.

Before it even hit, A Nuo cried loudly: "Mr., I was just confused for a moment..."

Lu Xingzhou quickly hugged A Nuo and took the strike on his back: "A Nuo was directed by me; if Mr. has anger, come at me."

Ye Tinglan almost laughed in anger: "Do you think you are very noble?"

"No, no, it is what should be done..."

"Even if you were directed, is there no fault? Copy the Alchemy Academy rules one hundred times; check tomorrow morning!"

A Nuo breathed a sigh of relief and whispered secretly: "The old woman has a hard mouth but a soft heart."

Lu Xingzhou whispered back: "Don't court death; she can probably hear it; I will take the thunder."

The giant hand rolled A Nuo into a ball, threw him into the room on the side, then lifted Lu Xingzhou up, directly carried him into Ye Tinglan's room, and "slap," threw him on the ground.

Lu Xingzhou fell on the ground; before his eyes were a pair of white cloth shoes, looking a bit like the Daoist Priest style, serious and solemn, the pure white color adding a bit of purity to this solemnity. The beautiful feet were small, looking a bit cute as well.

Both pure and seductive. As this evaluation flashed through Lu Xingzhou's mind, those beautiful feet kicked over, kicked him over, and stepped on his chest.

The leg bent at the knee, which was pressing on his chest, shifted slightly as Ye Tinglan leaned down, propping her elbow horizontally on her knee with her right hand. Looking down at Lu Xingzhou's disheveled and wretched state, she said coldly, "Do you know how the last person who tried to ruin my reputation died?"

Lu Xingzhou thought that if the previous one had also been trampled like this, they might have bled to death from a nosebleed.

Fortunately, as a transmigrator, he was well-traveled and knowledgeable, and could withstand it.

He quickly put on a face of contrition: "Children don't understand; Mr., please do not hold it against her."

"Didn't you say you ordered that?"

"I accept the punishment."

"Why ruin my reputation?"

"Mr..." Lu Xingzhou hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "People say the realm of soaring clouds is like riding the wind, traveling from the Northern Sea in the morning to Cangwu by evening; how utterly free and unfettered. Why is Mr. bound by so many shackles, looking nothing like a seeker of immortality and the Dao?"

"What does that have to do with ruining my reputation?"

"If Mr. could have fewer worries, then we wouldn't have to endure wind and dew on the road."

"Just for that?"

"So Mr. can live a little more easily."

Ye Tinglan paused, knowing full well he was spouting nonsense, yet she couldn't help but sigh.

She finally withdrew her foot, turned, and sat back on the chair, saying coldly, "Get up."

"Cough." Lu Xingzhou rolled over in one swift motion, glancing furtively at her expression.

With the veil on, one really couldn't tell much. Lu Xingzhou suddenly wished she would remove the veil, so he said directly, "Just as I truly don't know why Mr. always wears a veil, why can't you be more carefree?"

Ye Tinglan said coldly, "To keep eyes like yours, the kind of lecherous eyes that roll about, to a minimum."

In truth, it was just habit. As the Imperial Preceptor, she needed a certain sense of mystery; a young and beautiful face was not conducive to cultivating authority and mystery. Conversely, the identity of Lady Ye did not strictly require a veil for concealment, but she was accustomed to it. Of course, wearing the veil did indeed save a lot of tedious trouble.

Lu Xingzhou told her with a straight face: "If Mr. wears the veil only to avoid being coveted by lechers, then I am responsible enough to tell Mr. that wearing a veil actually invites more wild fantasies. Mystery and the unknown are the most alluring; it would be better to simply face the world with an uncovered face."

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PS: Today is my festival, uncles, please give some monthly tickets~

(End of this chapter)