Chu Zhiyuan sized up the plain stationery and turned to look towards the east.
He vaguely felt that the aura on this stationery came from that direction, and the writer should be a woman.
A faint fragrance floated on it, extremely subtle, but it couldn't escape his heightened senses.
He strolled out of the yamen and walked slowly towards the east, continuing until he reached the East City Gate.
He stopped at the outer city, just beyond the gate.
Then he turned back.
It seemed the Nine Li Divine Sect was still abiding by their oath and hadn't entered Yujing.
If they really entered Yujing, that would be a huge trouble.
He went to the Surveillance Office, directly to the room he always used.
Ma Tianhe greeted him with a flattering smile, then was instructed to gather some information about the Chengxin Sect.
Chu Zhiyuan finished reading the latest news about the Chengxin Sect, but there was no sign of the Nine Li Divine Sect; it was all about which disciples Ma Tianhe had recruited.
Dazhen He said, "Mei Rui is also eager for talent. Believers have always kept their word. Young Master, you can consider it."
Xiao Ruoling stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky and then towards Phoenix Avenue, a light gradually appearing in her eyes.
The North and West cities housed the imperial palace and the residences of the powerful, respectively. Various sects established their altars and branches there.
"If Young Master achieves Grandmaster status, you can come to the sect," Mei Ruihe said softly, "Mei Rui said, as long as Young Master is willing to come, you can start as a hall master."
The two walked side by side, speaking softly from time to time.
"Get out of the way! If you block me again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
It would probably take a long time to heal, only after finding a new love could she return and gradually cover up this scar.
Chu Yunxian had more influence than he imagined, holding extremely high prestige among Mei Rui and the sect's disciples.
With the Dragon Blood Pearl, he could completely focus on closed-door cultivation.
"I don't doubt the sincerity of the sect, but I need to consider this matter carefully. I can't make a decision in a short time."
Song Tianhai and Mei Ruixian sat facing each other in a spacious and elegant carriage.
His expression was solemn as he slowly put down the files.
As he read the records of the contacts between the important officials of the Great Jing Dynasty and the envoy of the Siming Kingdom, his face grew increasingly grim.
"If you keep me in suspense, be careful with your arm!" Mei Ruixian glanced over coldly.
She strode forward.
From those records, it could be seen that facing the Siming envoy's unwavering insistence, the important officials of Great Jing were softening and were about to agree to let him marry the Siming princess.
It was estimated that from then on, she would never want to see Chu Zhiyuan again, would not want to see herself, and might not even want to return to Yujing.
Ma Tianhe quickly brought over several boxes of files, and then brought the records of the contacts between the imperial court and the Dazhen envoy.
After reading these, Song Tianhai looked in the direction of the Qifang Pavilion.
"No, I dare not anymore!"
He didn't even have time to go back to his room to change out of his martial attire. He sheathed his long sword and turned to leave.
"Get lost!"
Chu Zhiyuan first looked through the information about the Chengxin Sect.
Having said that, the tip of the sword pointed towards his abdomen.
Footsteps sounded, and a delicate servant tiptoed out of the courtyard and stood aside without speaking.
His heart was burning with coldness, boiling, wishing he could have a pair of wings on his back, appearing instantly behind Chu Zhiyuan, to see her with his own eyes.
"Yes, yes." The delicate servant hurriedly ran away.
But the Siming envoy was about to arrive, and the important officials of the Great Jing Dynasty were a little anxious. They wouldn't be able to hold out for too long and would have to agree.
Xiao Ruoling watched from afar, heartbroken.
She made a decision in her heart that she would continue her closed-door cultivation after tomorrow.
Kangguo Duke Residence, "Duke—"
Song Tianhai smiled, "It's too early to say that. Is the envoy too impatient?"
It would take a long time for Prince Yuan to become a Grandmaster, right?
Chu Zhiyuan occasionally showed a knowing smile, appearing to be in an extremely good mood.
The coldness of the sword tip made goosebumps rise on his throat.
Song Tianhai nodded.
The delicate servant touched his shoulder. The wound from being stabbed by the sword seemed to still be there, still aching. He quickly said, "I heard that the eldest daughter of the Anguo Duke Residence is buying rouge at the rouge shop on Phoenix Avenue."
Was the Siming princess's insistence really just to delay his cultivation? Or did she have other purposes?
Dazhen He continued, "Mei Rui said that the merits will definitely not be lacking for the Young Master."
"Yes." Dazhen He nodded busily.
If his attitude towards him was seen by Ma Tianhe and the disciples of the Chengxin Sect, it would definitely be unacceptable and extremely infuriating.
Chu Zhiyuan chuckled, "Very disappointed, right?"
"I didn't expect that Duke Song was still a passionate seed. I originally thought he was just greedy for beauty," Song Tianhai sighed, "He didn't even rush up."
Great Lie and Great Jing were separated by the sea. It would take half a month to travel there by boat.
Then he watched them eat, left the Drunken Immortal Restaurant, and, surrounded by the crowd of guards, boarded the magnificent carriage and left.
If he was a Great Grandmaster, would they dare to be like this?
"Duke, I heard a piece of news."
Xiao Ruoling rushed to him, the tip of her sword against his throat, leaning forward and glaring at him coldly, "Really?"
He was staring at Chu Zhiyuan and Mei Ruixian nearby, from the rouge shop to the jewelry store, and finally to a private room in the Drunken Immortal Restaurant.
Hell and paradise were only a thought away, a thought that could change the world.
The others guards helplessly backed away, then followed him.
Without relying on external objects, one must diminish and reduce, stripping away the influence of external objects on one's thoughts, thereby facilitating the purity of the heart.
There were seven great elders, eight great envoys, and four great guardians.
"Humph, if you gossip about Miss Xiao in private again, you can slap yourselves!"
There were two altars in Yujing alone, one in the East City and one in the South City.
Standing upstairs, he looked up, and through the window he could see the two sitting opposite each other at the table by the window, occasionally drinking a cup of wine.
Her glances were captivating.
Dazhen He hurriedly saw him off, saying softly, "Young Master, this matter has not yet been fully investigated, but because the journey is far, I'm afraid there won't be any results for a while."
"Bang!" Xiao Ruoling slapped the guard who was trying to stop her to the ground and continued to stride forward.
In the east side of the seventh courtyard, in an elegantly decorated courtyard, Xiao Ruoling was practicing her sword in the open space.
They had extremely high prestige in Yujing City, with many followers. Those who were unhappy and those who were happy felt that they had endless troubles and needed to purify their hearts.
He was originally very wary of such gossip, but as soon as he heard Chu Zhiyuan's name, Chu Zhiyuan's beautiful face and deep, bewitching eyes flashed before his eyes.
"Duke, this servant only heard it." The servant hurriedly retreated, but the tip of the sword chased him, only two inches away.
It could stab him at any time.
Her heightened senses were focused on Mei Ruixian, vaguely guessing Mei Ruixian's current mood, heartbroken and despairing.
Choosing between two evils, she would choose the lesser. Compared to undermining the alliance between Great Jing and Siming, his status as the Prince Qing's heir wasn't that important.
"I doubt Mei Rui." Song Tianhai smiled.
"Speak!" Xiao Ruoling snorted coldly.
The more the Siming princess insisted, the more Great Jing should agree.
Mei Ruixian snorted and turned away in a hurry.
Mei Ruixian was also in the crowd.
The Chengxin Sect emphasized the heart as everything, with nothing external.
Xiao Ruoling stopped abruptly, turning to glare at them coldly, drawing her long sword and pointing the tip at them: "If you follow me again, I will stab myself!"
Scaring them pale.
Her expression was icy, her gaze was icy, and the flashing sword light was filled with a chilling murderous aura, as if she wanted to kill everyone in the world.
Therefore, it emphasized purifying the mind and ceasing thoughts, not being confused by worldly disturbances, seeing through the delusions of the world, and enjoying true peace and joy.
"Duke, please don't make things difficult for your subordinates!"
The guards stopped abruptly, looking helpless.
"Since he's so sensible, then so be it," Song Tianhai said, "I guess he won't appear in front of me again."
He left the Kangguo Duke Residence and used his movement technique to head towards Phoenix Avenue. He quickly saw a graceful figure surrounded by a group of guards in the crowd.
This was a sect that emphasized bitter cultivation.
He didn't understand why the envoy had started trying to win over Prince Yuan so early.
"The old Sun who drives the carriage just came back and mentioned it in passing. After all, Miss Xiao is so beautiful that he remembered her at first sight."
After reading it, Song Tianhai sighed that the Chengxin Sect was stronger than the Zhenyi Sect and the Houtu Sect, estimating that it was twice their size. Thinking of this, he got up to leave.
Xiao Ruoling stared intently into his eyes, as if trying to see through his thoughts, slowly sheathing her sword and snorting coldly, "Who told you?"
Seeing Xiao Ruoling continuing to wield her sword without stopping, he finally couldn't help but cough lightly.
