She was the head senior disciple of Worry-Free Peak in the Kunshan Sword Sect.
“Alright, alright, that settles it. You can only go if Master agrees.”
“Yay!” Ruan Jiujiu, recalling the usual sternness of the senior disciple, realized she was still clinging to her arm and quickly withdrew her hand, letting out an awkward chuckle.
Mu Lingyan felt embarrassed. This girl didn’t even seem afraid of the bloody and brutal skinning murderer.
She was just too reckless!
Ruan Jiujiu followed closely behind Mu Lingyan, helping her pack up.
Though it was called packing, it was really just checking if any magical treasures, spiritual artifacts, or elixirs had been left behind.
Mu Lingyan glanced around briefly, casually storing two bottles of elixirs in her Storage Ring.
Then, she directly summoned the Flying Ship and headed to the sect’s protective barrier to find He Xuan.
Seeing Ruan Jiujiu tagging along, He Xuan’s expression was unreadable—neither angry nor pleased—and he simply instructed Mu Lingyan calmly to set off.
Ruan Jiujiu hid behind Mu Lingyan, stuck out her tongue, and obediently retreated to a corner to regulate her breath and meditate.
She was terrified that Master might notice and toss her off the ship.
Throughout the flight, Mu Lingyan poured tea and water for He Xuan and even showcased her skills by carving little rabbits, tigers, and cats on the spot.
He Xuan’s expression remained mostly unchanged, but Ruan Jiujiu was as delighted as a jumping and scurrying weasel.
What should I do if my junior sister is too naive and might get tricked?
Still waiting online, and this time it’s even more urgent!
After flying for about an hour, they arrived at White Egret Town.
Mu Lingyan put away the Flying Ship, and the three of them entered the town on foot.
The townspeople were chatting and laughing, showing no signs of panic at all.
It must have been the disciples stationed here who kept the matter tightly under wraps, preventing any public alarm.
“Let’s first check the stationed outpost.”
“Understood, Master.”
Mu Lingyan followed behind He Xuan, while Ruan Jiujiu excitedly looked around.
The townspeople were dressed very plainly.
Seeing the attire of Mu Lingyan and the other two, they immediately recognized them as immortals.
As they passed by, the townspeople’s eyes were filled with admiration and reverence.
However, a few unusual voices whispered into their ears.
“Those two white-robed immortals truly look ethereal, but that woman in purple doesn’t seem like an immortal—more like a seductive spirit.”
“Exactly, look at her captivating eyes—what man could resist them? With every step she takes, she sways three times, just like the courtesan the town chief recently married.”
“Shh, quiet! Gossiping about immortals behind their backs—do you have a death wish?”
These words rushed into Mu Lingyan’s ears one after another.
Her expression remained unchanged, but Ruan Jiujiu beside her grew furious and was about to start a fight.
Mu Lingyan pulled her back and smiled helplessly. “Junior sister, don’t get angry. Gossip has existed since ancient times. If you believe everything you hear, you’re only tormenting yourself.”
Besides, people love to gossip and spread rumors.
As someone who had spent years immersed in the online world, she understood this all too well.
Seeing Ruan Jiujiu still fuming, Mu Lingyan patted her head. “Junior sister, be good… I don’t mind…”
The gossips in the corner continued their idle chatter.
He Xuan, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.
He released his spiritual pressure, which swept overwhelmingly toward the talkative individuals in the corner.
He slowly turned around, the cranes embroidered on the hem of his robe seeming to come alive on the shimmering fabric, as if about to take flight. For a moment, one could almost hear the cranes’ cries.
When He Xuan’s cold gaze swept over the people in the corner, they were immobilized by his spiritual pressure.
Sweating profusely and pale-faced, they stammered out pleas for mercy.
“I-immortal… we were foolish… please… spare us…”
He Xuan: “She is the senior sister of Worry-Free Peak in the Kunshan Sword Sect.”
“I… I was wrong…”
He Xuan nodded, withdrawing his immortal pressure. Without looking back, he naturally did not see the admiration in Mu Lingyan and Ruan Jiujiu’s eyes behind him.
Mu Lingyan was already deeply moved in her heart.
As expected of the male lead she wrote—his character was truly outstanding!
At this moment, the System chimed in: “Host, why don’t you cultivate using demonic energy? You possess an innate demonic body. If you cultivate with demonic energy, your progress could be ten times faster. You wouldn’t even need the Sun-Moon Formation, and obtaining that Phoenix Red Umbrella would be even easier, wouldn’t it?”
“I am a member of an Immortal Sect. If I cultivate with demonic energy, I will eventually be discovered and expelled.”
After saying this, Mu Lingyan silenced the System, fearing that He Xuan might detect fluctuations in her Sea of Consciousness.
If He Xuan had recovered his Immortal Arts, he might indeed have noticed, but at the moment, he was merely an empty shell with damaged Spiritual Power.
Naturally, he could not detect it.
The three arrived at the Kunshan Sword Sect’s outpost in this area, which was the residence of the town chief in White Egret Town.
Outside the town chief’s residence stood two rows of Sword Sect disciples, all there to welcome He Xuan.
“Disciples pay respects to True Lord He Xuan…”
One of the disciples, wearing a silver sword emblem on his chest, stepped forward, bowed in the sect’s greeting, and invited Mu Lingyan and the others inside.
As they crossed the threshold, a middle-aged man with a round belly, dressed in fine silks and satins, rushed out from inside the residence.
He was quite portly.
Without exaggeration, he looked more like a ball rolling over from a distance.
However, his speed was surprisingly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing before them.
He cupped his hands toward He Xuan and said, “Hahaha, greetings, True Lord. I am the town chief of White Egret Town, surnamed Hu. I came out specifically to welcome you.”
“Hmm…”
Seeing He Xuan’s indifferent expression, Town Chief Hu patted his round belly.
Just as he was about to invite everyone to the front hall, a fragrant breeze drifted past Mu Lingyan’s nose.
Turning her head, she saw two women emerge from the corridor.
The woman on the left was dressed rather revealingly, with sheer gauze covering her body. The embroidered mandarin duck-patterned bodice could barely contain the fullness of her chest.
Beside her stood a woman with a serene appearance and a gentle, graceful demeanor.
“Oh! Master, we have esteemed guests in our residence. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her words sounded like a coquettish sigh.
Ruan Jiujiu, standing beside Mu Lingyan, shuddered slightly, her expression showing a hint of discomfort.
Mu Lingyan looked up again and saw that He Xuan showed no reaction.
Truly an aloof and indifferent sword cultivator.
Even such a seductive woman couldn’t catch his eye.
“Liǔ Niáng, don’t jest. These are immortals descended from Kun Mountain.” Then, he cupped his hands toward He Xuan again and said, “This is my wife, named Liǔ Niáng.”
Although Town Chief Hu’s words were interrupted by Liǔ Niáng, he could not bring himself to scold her, his tone filled with affection for his wife.
He Xuan still said nothing, merely nodding slightly.
Liǔ Niáng’s gaze occasionally lingered on He Xuan. Mu Lingyan noticed the quiet woman beside her subtly tugging at Liǔ Niáng’s sleeve, as if hinting for her to restrain herself.
Walking behind, Mu Lingyan once again turned her attention to the town chief’s wife.
Her waist was as slender as a water snake’s, and she seemed to have applied an excessive amount of fragrant powder. The strong scent of cosmetics made Mu Lingyan want to sneeze.
She suddenly recalled the townsfolk saying that this town chief’s wife was supposedly a former courtesan.
She was indeed alluring, but there was a touch of vulgarity to her.
As they sat in the hall, Mu Lingyan was secretly astonished.
For a mere town chief, his home was decorated with such extravagance.
The furnishings in the room were of considerable value.
She was seated on a huanghuali wood chair, with a huanghuali desk beside her. Even the center of the table was adorned with decorations made from powdered pearls and agate inlaid into the wood.
Tsk…
Mortals live more luxuriously than immortals.