Qishan City was built against Qishan Mountain, hence its name. On Qishan Mountain, there was a mysterious ancient village called Fanggu Village, which was the location where all the missing persons had last appeared.
The goal of Song Lianzhou’s group this time was also to investigate this village.
In a corner outside Qishan City where no one cared to look, three luxuriously dressed youths—two boys and a girl were peeking around.
The three of them had performed simple disguises beforehand; Feiyi and Qing Miao both looked a bit more youthful. As for Song Lianzhou, he had disguised himself based on the original owner’s brother, Song Chuanchuan. The portrait was provided by the system, and according to the system, Song Chuanchuan looked like a fox, appearing deeply calculating and particularly troublesome at first glance.
Holding a folding fan to partially cover his face, he instantly transformed from a cold immortal lord into a flamboyant young master.
Feiyi tugged at her clothes: “Senior Brother, is doing this really okay?”
Accustomed to wearing her own gauze skirts, she felt very uncomfortable wearing this silk brocade garment for once.
Song Lianzhou shook his fan to cover his face and laughed: “Junior Sister, have you ever heard a saying? ‘Money makes the ghost turn the mill’?”
Yes, this was the method Song Lianzhou had come up with spending money.
In the original plot, the difficulty rating for this commission in the Training Hall was Mid-Stage Golden Core or higher. However, someone who couldn’t bear to see Ye Xisheng do well had schemed to force him to accept this task despite him only being at the Early-Stage Golden Core level. Later, it was Mei Zaixue who heard the rumors and urgently accompanied him.
At that time, the two of them were outside the city, but their customs passes had been stolen, intended to leave them with no way to handle the situation.
In the end, they entered the city by following an outside merchant caravan, but in order to bribe the caravan, Mei Zaixue had to pawn her beloved plum hairpin and a rare magical artifact.
Despite this, the two were almost discovered when entering the city. The management of Qishan City was very strict; the guards interrogated them rigorously, and they almost blew their cover by failing to match their stories.
Therefore, Song Lianzhou naturally wanted to eliminate all these hidden risk factors.
The greatest advantage was that the original owner still had an exceptionally useful identity: the Second Young Master of the Song family.
As a renowned and illustrious prestigious family, the wealth of the Song family went without saying. The Song family already wielded considerable influence among ordinary people, and since Song Lianzhou, the cultivation genius, emerged, they had even become famous within the cultivation world.
Song Lianzhou planned that as long as he threw enough money, the entire merchant caravan could be his, and standardizing their stories would naturally be simple. If the worst came to the worst, he could take out the Song family’s token and just say he was a disciple of the Song family. As for whether he was of the direct line or a side branch, there was no need to clarify; others would naturally fill in the blanks for him.
“Then what are we doing now?” Qing Miao asked.
He was caressing a pendant at his side that looked extremely luxurious, seemingly unable to put it down.
Song Lianzhou had discovered early on that Qing Miao liked some expensive and flamboyant things, so he had specially prepared some extra this time. The young lad had “accepted someone’s gift, so he was soft-handed,” and naturally found it difficult to put on a sour face toward him anymore.
He just knew it a child’s likes and dislikes were like the wind, coming and going inexplicably.
“We are now…” Song Lianzhou poked his head out to look into the distance, “…waiting for a group of ‘destined people’.”
As he looked, he suddenly saw a familiar person. It shocked him so much that he couldn’t help but rub his eyes and look again to confirm he wasn’t mistaken.
Isn’t this Ye Xisheng?
Why would he be here??
Logically speaking, the original plot had already been changed. Now, it was Meng Xu’s disciples investigating this matter, and the three of them secretly investigating it.
But Song Lianzhou also couldn’t understand the reason for his appearance outside Qishan City.
Could it be that no matter how much the plot was changed by “magic,” what Ye Xisheng was destined to experience, he couldn’t escape in the end?
Ye Xisheng had also disguised himself. His originally outstanding appearance had been well-hidden, yet he was still a youth with delicate features. Song Lianzhou saw him parking the carriage by the side of the road, seemingly waiting for someone, but no one came for a long time.
Just as he was hesitating whether to go up and ask, a large crowd of people suddenly came surging over, surrounding Ye Xisheng with obvious ill intent.
Song Lianzhou’s hearing and eyesight were both excellent. He heard one of them whistle at Ye Xisheng: “Yo, from Flower Pavilion?”
Ye Xisheng didn’t seem to want to bother with them, nodding slightly with a cold face.
“Waiting for someone, huh?” The ruffians burst into loud, boisterous laughter again. The rogue laughter blew over with the wind, and even Feiyi and Qing Miao noticed it: “Where is it so noisy?”
“Flower Pavilion… what big shot… let’s go see, shall we?” Several voices rang out at the same time, making Song Lianzhou a bit unable to hear their voices clearly.
Only hearing Ye Xisheng say: “What business is that of yours?”
“Ouch, ouch, ouch, such a big temper.” The ruffians laughed even louder upon hearing this: “I’m telling you, little brother, how much money can you make in Flower Pavilion? Your looks wouldn’t be appreciated by anyone in Flower Pavilion. Why not just come with us brothers? Hahahahahahaha!”
“Don’t you worry, brothers will treat you well~”
“Snap.” The fan in Song Lianzhou’s hand was slapped shut fiercely.
Even if he didn’t know what Flower Pavilion was, he could still tell that the ruffians had ill intent.
Seeing that they had already reached out to start pulling at Ye Xisheng, Song Lianzhou’s protective nature arose, and he couldn’t sit still any longer.
This person, can’t he just dodge?
Before he could think clearly, he had already subconsciously used wind-attribute spiritual power. Ye Xisheng and the ruffians only felt a gust of wind flash past their eyes, and in the next instant, a person dressed in bright yellow brocade appeared before them.
“Hey, I don’t seem to have asked for so many people to wait for me, right?”
Song Lianzhou frowned, striving to appear difficult to provoke, his tone filled with annoyance.
“So noisy, all of you scram. I’m getting on the carriage.”
The ruffians were all stunned, and the look Ye Xisheng cast toward him was also full of amazement.
He hadn’t expected at all that Song Lianzhou would appear before him in this guise and with this posture.
Song Lianzhou did his best to harden his face, ordering him around: “What, are you stupid? Can’t you lift the curtain for me?”
As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally brushed the token at his waist.
Although he didn’t know who the person they were discussing was, his status shouldn’t be low; using the identity of a Song family disciple shouldn’t be wrong.
Sure enough, following his movement, the ruffians noticed the token, and their complexions changed and changed again in an instant: “So… Song family?”
There was an obvious appraisal in their eyes as they stared at Song Lianzhou, seemingly wanting to see through what kind of background he had.
Ye Xisheng pursed his lips in displeasure, reaching out to pull the person closer to himself.
Consequently, those appraising gazes fell on Ye Xisheng again, incredulously: “Is he the one you were waiting for?”
Song Lianzhou struck the most arrogant pose: “Now that you know, scram quickly.”
“Yes, yes, yes, we’ll scram now, scram immediately.” The ruffians were clearly intimidated and retreated a little in a flurry, only to suddenly recall something and whip their heads around: “Hey, hey, hey, wait a moment!”
Song Lianzhou was just about to be helped onto the carriage and looked back with some displeasure: “What other matter is there?”
“Oh, just now… just now we were curious about your identity, so we asked him a couple more questions.” The ruffians clasped their hands together before their chests, unanimously making a prayer gesture: “You… you are a big person who doesn’t keep track of the mistakes of small people; just act like you didn’t see anything, okay?”
Song Lianzhou’s face showed no expression: “Oh, you call those words just now ‘asking’?”