That night, I went to find Moqing wearing Zhiyan's body. When I entered, I just heard him giving orders to someone, saying that Yuan Jie should be imprisoned in the dungeon below the Chensiji Mountain Peak.
Yuan Jie didn't run? I was somewhat surprised. Moqing knew what he had done, yet he didn't kill him? This surprised me even more.
Even those who betrayed him, can they choose to show mercy? Moqing's selective kindness really confounds me.
But for me, it's not bad that Yuan Jie wasn't killed. After all, in my opinion, Yuan Jie is only disloyal to Moqing, not to me. He even still has some degree of loyalty to me; otherwise, he wouldn't have said that he wanted to help the former sect leader vent his anger on that day when he tried to kill Liucangling.
This old man is dissatisfied with Moqing because of his concern for me, to the extent that he wants to use someone else's hand to kill Moqing. And after the truth came out, he would rather be captured than escape, probably because he has sentimental feelings for Wanlumen.
Well, maybe when I become stronger in the future, I should directly go to Yuan Jie, reveal my identity to him, and pull him out of the dungeon to make him my right-hand man...
As I was pondering, my gaze suddenly shifted and I saw the *Tianyi Sword, shining brightly in Moqing's room. I felt that I should put everything else aside for now.
Luring Moqing to show loyalty is the most important thing.
"Master," I called out to him. Moqing looked up at me, and the dark Luo guard who had just finished discussing matters with him lowered his head and left obediently. Moqing cast a glance at me, his expression showing no change, but seemed a bit colder than before.
He lowered his head to write and ignored me.
I took small steps forward, furrowing my brows, and said with concern, "Have you been busy all this time and haven't you rested? Yesterday, you saved me. The day before yesterday, you went out to get the sword. You haven't slept for at least two days..."
Moqing's tone was indifferent, "It's okay, no one dreams of me waiting for them."
Ugh, his words seemed to have a hidden meaning. And it sounds like... is he sulking?
Does he feel upset because I entered someone else's dream? But it was clearly the other person's dream that I entered, does he still want to see me in the dream?
Hmm, it's possible. After all, the reason why I got close to Moqing in the first place is - Lu Zhaoyao would appear in my dreams, I will help you find Lu Zhaoyao. But now, others have seen Lu Zhaoyao, and he hasn't, he must think that I'm not taking care of his business seriously.
Looking at it from his perspective, he cares for me and likes me so much, and even spent time traveling so far to get me the sword. But the outcome was that I didn't take the task he assigned to me seriously.
No wonder he's not happy.
Understanding the crux of the matter, I planned to address it directly. So, I leaned in front of his desk, moved my head closer to look at him, but before I could speak, he raised his eyes and asked me, "Can you use the instant movement technique?"
I was a little stunned, "I... can." Didn't I use it in front of Jiang Wu when we fought before...
Upon getting my answer, Mo Qing squinted slightly, "Oh, but I heard that when you encountered Jiang Wu earlier, An Luo Wei bought you time to escape, but you didn't leave."
I felt a chill in my heart. It seemed like an old account was being settled!
"How could I abandon him and run away on my own!" I said seriously, "He was sent by you, Master, to protect me. I absolutely cannot leave him behind!"
Mo Qing leaned back against the chair, holding his hands and scrutinizing me, "But Jiang Wu said you wanted to make a deal with him. What deal?"
I looked serious, "I gave him paper money to help with the road guiding and burning of paper."
Mo Qing's eyes had a cold gaze, almost as if he was writing "I knew you were going to say something nonsense" on his face.
I quickly cleared my throat and steered back to my original topic, "Master, I actually have something to report to you today."
"Speak."
I said earnestly, "Master, when you arrived today, your demeanor was mighty and extraordinarily handsome, your presence could shake the heavens above and the earth below! Master, you don't know, when I saw you coming, it was just like seeing a legendary hero. My heart was so moved that it was trembling! I felt like I wanted to throw myself into your arms. I wanted to hug you and be hugged by you!"
"Cough." Mo Qing coughed.
When the slight blush appeared on his cheeks, I felt it was the right time to stop, "Master, you are so powerful, I know, there is nothing in this world that can shake your status... except for that lingering road guiding, which is like a thorn in your side."
Mo Qing was slightly taken aback, "A thorn in my side?"
I nodded and continued, "Yes." I leaned in a little closer, "I often burn paper for road guiding because I want to build a good relationship with her and then extract some information from her, to know how she plans to harm you and thereby protect you, Master."
Mo Qing raised an eyebrow, his gaze somewhat complicated as he stared at me, "Oh, so, how does she plan to harm me?"
I also met his gaze without flinching, "Before, Road Guiding told me that she hadn't planned to harm you, but after you recently showed off the Wan Jun Sword at her grave."
"..."
"And then she wanted to come back and take the position of the sect leader from you."
I felt that I had said enough about myself. It seemed like I had told Mo Qing some things, but in fact, I didn't reveal anything about how I intended to seize the position of the sect leader. However, these were enough to make Mo Qing believe in Zhiyan's body again.
I thought Mo Qing would surely think about how to find a way to bring back Road Guiding's spirit. However, unexpectedly, he kept staring at me with a look of helplessness, "Then help me tell Road Guiding." He leaned forward slightly, "If she can come back, she can have the position of sect leader handed over to her."
His gaze was sincere and serious, making me momentarily feel that he truly meant what he said.
I took a step back and realized.
This cheeky guy is taking advantage of his current strength to spout nonsense and belittle me! "If she can come back and have the position of sect leader handed over to her" is based on the premise of "she comes back"!
He thinks I won't be able to come back, doesn't he!
I smiled calmly, "Master, you are truly generous! Road Guiding will definitely be touched by you!"
Mo Qing still gazed at me, slightly probing, as if he wanted to see through my heart. I turned my head and looked at *Tianyi Sword, "By the way, Master, yesterday, did you use this sword to break Jiang Wu's barrier?"
I went around the sword, carefully observing, only to see that this sword was naturally formed, indeed bold and unconstrained, but the blade looked as if it had been finely polished, as thin as paper: "It truly is an extraordinary sword." I was about to reach for the hilt of the sword, but I saw faint red traces between the rough steel and iron on the hilt, it looked like... dried bloodstains.
I was a bit lost in thought, and turned to look at the ink-green figure who was reviewing documents by himself.
"Master."
"Yes."
"Are you injured?"
Ink-green didn't even lift his head: "Just a minor injury."
*The sword has been struck by celestial thunder all year round and the thunder has not stopped falling to this day. There is also a divine beast protecting the treasure, and a natural formation of the heavens. The difficulty of obtaining the sword is probably not inferior to when I went to the sword mound to obtain the Wanjun sword. The injuries he sustained are probably not just minor injuries.
I suddenly remembered that last night, when Ink-green faced Jiang Wu, he never once drew his sword. At the time, I thought Ink-green was contemptuous of Jiang Wu, but now, thinking back, under the circumstances of his initial arrival, wouldn't it have been more satisfying to cut down Jiang Wu with a single sword, without wasting so much time talking to him?
I looked at Ink-green without turning my eyes away.
He noticed my gaze, and finally looked at me as if he had grasped something: "Worried about me?" His eyes seemed to light up, looking at me, the corners of his lips seemed to curve slightly.
But his question left me stupefied.
Me... worried about him?
I... was actually... worried about him? I found the whole thing a bit absurd. Zhiyan can worry about him, but I can't.
Ink-green is my enemy.
I laughed: "I was indeed very worried at first, but since Master said it was a minor injury, then it must be just a minor injury. There's nothing in this world that can harm Master." I reached for the *sword and gestured a couple of times, not giving Ink-green the response he wanted.
I caught a glimpse of Ink-green on the other side, concealing the bright look in his eyes from a moment ago, and hidden the curve of his lips, with a hint of self-mockery in his expression.
From my overly passionate speculation, he did seem to have a bit of an injured appearance.
I gestured with the sword and turned to ask him, "Master, this *Tianyi sword has no scabbard, and the lightning on the sword might accidentally injure others." I can play with the sword if there's nothing else to do, but I'm afraid that if I were to give it to Zhiyan when I return, she might end up hurting herself, so it's better to have a scabbard.
Upon hearing this, Ink-green nodded: "A scabbard is indeed needed." In his demeanor, it seemed as though he had completely set aside the previous little incident.
I naturally did not bring it up again. I just leaned on his table and said, "When you do good, do it to the end. Master, why not give me a scabbard as well." I pondered for a moment, "Scabbards are mostly not ready-made, but there must be craftsmen in the market who can make scabbards..."
Ink-green agreed, put down his pen, and stood up: "The city of Fengzhou is still bustling now, let's go and have the craftsmen make one."
Huh, now?
Ink-green is still as decisive as ever...
A moment later, Ink-green took me, and I took the sword, to the city of Fengzhou.
This place is different from Jiangcheng, if Jiangcheng is a trading city that developed in the cracks between the immortal and demonic realms, then Fengzhou is completely the evil capital belonging to the demonic path.
The Wanlu Gate has absolute control here. Of course, it doesn't prevent people from other small demon sects from having fun and trading here. Compared to the worldly prosperity of Jiangcheng, this place is more like a carnival in purgatory. Eating, drinking, gambling, killing and practicing, chaos abounds both openly and in secret. However, it is because of this, that everything can be found here.
What can be imagined and even beyond imagination, as long as there is money, everything can be bought.
Having not been in this environment for a long time, I couldn't help but take a deep breath and say, "I really like it here!"
Compared to the previous Fengzhou City, Wanlu Gate, although not as chaotic, is more solemn, but the evil atmosphere is undoubted.
"Aren't you a disciple of the Immortal Sect?" Mo Qing asked casually beside me. I turned to look at him and said, "Master, this proves that in the depths of my heart, I have long been destined to be connected with you."
As I said this, I took the opportunity to hook his little finger with mine. A few slight touches, but they touched the heart.
Mo Qing's eyes darkened for a moment, then he turned away and said, "Let's go, let's buy a scabbard."