Chapter 773: The Sound of Killing a Mosquito

Huayang Province.

The most prosperous of the seven provinces of Nanzhou, with developed industry and commerce, thriving trades, forests of buildings, and heavy traffic.

And the Governor-General of the seven provinces, who controls all military, political, and civil affairs of the seven southern provinces, is the powerful frontier official Wei Taicang.

Wei Taicang has been the Governor-General in the south for thirty years; his influence is extraordinary, and he is practically a local Emperor.

"This Governor-General of the seven provinces, Wei Taicang, actually has some administrative ability; he is not a complete waste."

Yu Liancheng's gaze swept across Huayang Province, appreciating the customs of the ancient southern city.

The Goddess of the Moon, Yue Qingxian, followed right beside Yu Liancheng.

Currently, the appearance of this "Champion Marquis" is far less handsome than Yu Liancheng's original face; after all, his true body is already truly flawless, without a single blemish. When not releasing his own aura, Yue Qingxian is far more eye-catching than him—white clothes like snow, black hair like a waterfall, smiling beautifully, her temperament ethereal like a fairy, carrying a charm that is heart-wrenching, even soul-stealing.

Along this journey, countless people glanced at her, not even noticing when they bumped into wooden posts.

"Young Master, where are we going now?" Yue Qingxian said.

Yu Liancheng looked up at the sky: "The day is late, let's find an inn to stay at first, and tomorrow we will go find the Governor-General of the seven provinces, Wei Taicang, to chat."

Only after finding Wei Taicang can the subsequent actions be carried out.

The two entered a restaurant, and a luxuriously dressed young master walked into the restaurant, waving a fan.

He summoned the waiter, ordered some wine and food, and then asked as if casually: "Was there a man and a woman who came to stay earlier? The woman among them was very beautiful."

That waiter had no sense of confidentiality; having received a tip, he nodded and bowed, telling the truth: "Yes, there were."

The young master said: "Where are they staying?"

The waiter shook his head and said: "The two of them were not served by me, so I truly do not know, but..."

Seeing this, the young master snorted coldly and casually tossed another piece of silver to the waiter.

The waiter immediately beamed with joy: "Young Master, please wait a moment, I will go ask for you."

Having said that, he trotted away.

After a while, the waiter ran back and told the young master the information he had gathered: "The two are staying in Room 1 and Room 2 of the 'Heaven' courtyard; they are also two generous guests. I wonder why you are looking for them, sir?"

The young master's expression turned cold: "Don't ask what you shouldn't."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The night grew deeper.

In the inn's guest room.

The Goddess of the Moon sat before the vanity mirror, her robes half-undone, her long dress trailing on the floor like flowing clouds.

After a moment, she stood up gently, her delicate body spinning slightly, and her clothes fluttered onto the screen.

In the center of the room was a bathtub; hot water steamed with wisps of vapor, and flower petals were scattered in the bucket, giving off an elegant fragrance.

Yue Qingxian arched one foot, white as frost and snow, and stepped into the petal-filled bathtub.

She is the incarnation of the Moon, her body forever unstained by dust, and she had no need for washing, but she liked the feeling of being enveloped by hot water.

Just then, a knock on the door suddenly sounded. Before Yue Qingxian could react, the door had already opened and closed, and a figure appeared in the room.

Yue Qingxian's clear and pure eyes looked at Yu Liancheng, seemingly unconcerned that she was not wearing a single thread.

Yu Liancheng walked over, lowered his head, and then bit Yue Qingxian's soft lips.

As a faint rosy glow appeared on the cheeks of this cold and aloof Goddess of the Moon, their lips parted, and Yu Liancheng smiled: "The waiter forgot to get me hot water, and I'm too lazy to go find him again. Let's wash together to save water."

Yue Qingxian bit her lip, wanting to push Yu Liancheng away, but the other party had already stepped into the bathtub, and no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't move him at all.

And Yu Liancheng reached out and pulled; with a soft cry, Yue Qingxian fell into his arms as if weak and powerless.

"Mm!"

A soft moan arose.

The room was filled with spring.

Under the moonlight.

A figure arrived in a small alley.

Looking closely, this person was exactly the young master who had been inquiring about Yu Liancheng and Yue Qingxian.

At this deep and quiet hour of the night, the young master took out a talisman paper full of the smell of gunpowder and a golden pill from his bosom.

Bang!

The talisman paper exploded with a soft sound, producing a burst of intense firelight. As the golden pill merged into the firelight, it immediately turned into a stream of pill-Qi that rose up.

The young master sat motionless, as if his God-soul were Exiting Aperture, and dove into the pill-Qi.

Instantly, the golden-silver pill-Qi rapidly transformed into a male Martial Warrior wearing armor, his face identical to the young master.

"Hehe, such a beauty; since she has entered the territory of my Daluo Sect, don't even think about leaving. Let me enjoy her first, then offer her up; I will surely receive a generous reward."

The male Martial Warrior jumped violently, leaping several zhang high, and arrived directly in the small courtyard behind.

Then.

He saw a figure as burly as a God or Demon; although it was only sitting cross-legged, it still stood like a high mountain spanning between heaven and earth.

This burly figure naturally discovered this uninvited guest, but was too lazy to even open his eyes, merely letting out a wisp of aura.

And the aura of a Human Immortal has an extraordinary lethality to ordinary cultivators.

The armored warrior instantly disintegrated.

And the young master's physical body also fell over stiffly, never to have a breath of life again.

"People from the Daluo Sect? Heh, I haven't gone to provoke you yet, and you've actually come to my door."

The Human Immortal clone grabbed casually, extracted the young master's memories, instantly searched for the key information, and sneered.

In the seven southern provinces, there is a force named the Daluo Sect.

The Daluo Sect was originally a martial arts sect, and it had more or less connections with various prominent families in the south. More than fifty years ago, when the Great Qian Dynasty rose in rebellion, the Daluo Sect followed the dragon and contributed a great deal of strength. Later, when the Imperial Court banned martial arts and disbanded various sects, the Daluo Sect also disbanded in name, gaining even more favor from the Imperial Court.

In reality, this Daluo Sect only disbanded on the surface, and its core strength remained unshaken.

Over a decade passed, and its foundation became even deeper.

Especially in the battle to exterminate the Great Zen Temple, it plundered quite a few divine weapons and cultivation scriptures.

Yu Liancheng's trip south this time was precisely to destroy the Daluo Sect.

Because Hong Xuanji originally began learning martial arts at the Daluo Sect, this Daluo Sect had a thousand threads of connection to Hong Xuanji.

Within the Daluo Sect, there were Hong Xuanji's daughters, women, and brothers...

If the Daluo Sect were destroyed, I fear Hong Xuanji would be anxious enough to stomp his feet.

The Daluo Sect was not an upright sect either; in the shadows, it engaged in human trafficking and oppressed the good, the kind of group that one would want to spit on even after they were dead.

However, the Daluo Sect had great prestige in the Great Qian Dynasty, and the territory governed by the Champion Marquis was the seven prefectures and twenty-five provinces of the eastern border, so he could not reach his hand into the south and could not take direct action on the surface.

Therefore, Yu Liancheng came to Huayang Province.

The Governor-General of the seven southern provinces, Wei Taicang, was right there in Huayang Province.

In the side chamber.

Water splashed with a rustling sound.

"Outside, it seems, it seems there is some movement."

"It is nothing, no matter, it is just a little mosquito."

It is said that the south is strange; it is already almost winter, yet there are still so many mosquitoes.

The sounds of swatting mosquitoes in the room rose and fell one after another.