But all of this he could only silently recite in his heart.

He instinctively didn’t want Qin Wanwan to know about this matter too directly.

Something like being moved romantically—only he himself could say it. How could he let someone else speak it aloud?

In an instant, a bunch of calculations ran through Jian Xingzhi’s mind. Qin Wanwan noticed something was off with Jian Xingzhi’s expression and turned to look at him: “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing.” Jian Xingzhi brushed it off. “Just thinking about some important matters.”

When Jian Xingzhi said something was important, it generally wasn’t anything major. Qin Wanwan understood this and casually followed up: “Oh, what important matters?”

Asked this question, Jian Xingzhi originally wanted to find some random excuse, but while thinking, he suddenly remembered something. He grabbed Qin Wanwan’s arm, looked around, and pulled her into the room.

Qin Wanwan was pulled along in confusion. After being dragged into the room, she watched as Jian Xingzhi set up a barrier and said, half-laughing: “What can’t you say outside…”

“My blood can detect demon seeds.”

Jian Xingzhi suddenly spoke, saying it extremely seriously. Qin Wanwan froze, and Jian Xingzhi continued: “Today we couldn’t find the medicine to test for demon seeds—Yan Wushuang bought it all up. So I tried infusing my spiritual consciousness into my blood to test Yan Wushuang, and it turned out it worked. So today’s talisman paper was actually testing for demon seeds using blood with my spiritual consciousness in it.”

“You actually thought to use your spiritual consciousness to test?” Hearing this, Qin Wanwan’s first reaction was: “You’re smarter than I imagined.”

Spiritual consciousness was a power obtained after cultivating one’s soul. Thinking to use spiritual consciousness meant that Jian Xingzhi might know that his soul was related to Lin Yanzhi.

Jian Xingzhi was stunned by her words. He didn’t dwell on it and said: “I originally thought I should be Lin Yanzhi’s reincarnation, but from what Yan Wushuang said, Lin Yanzhi became the Evil God and never reincarnated at all. What’s going on with my blood?”

As he spoke, Jian Xingzhi sat down and pondered seriously: “Could it be this body has some special characteristics, and I actually have some abilities I haven’t developed yet…”

“Then test whether you have other abilities,” Qin Wanwan said after listening. “But about you using spiritual consciousness—don’t tell anyone else about this.”

Lin Yanzhi and the Ning Clan had a blood feud. They would soon know that Lin Yanzhi had become the Evil God back then. It was best for Jian Xingzhi not to have any connection to this.

Jian Xingzhi understood as well. Qin Wanwan thought for a moment: “Let me look at your soul.”

People have three souls and seven spirits. The souls and spirits are within a person’s body. To check whether they’re complete requires using spiritual consciousness. If someone’s spiritual consciousness strength was lower than Qin Wanwan’s, she could see through them at a glance. But Jian Xingzhi’s spiritual consciousness strength was far higher than Qin Wanwan’s, so she had to obtain Jian Xingzhi’s consent.

Jian Xingzhi understood what Qin Wanwan meant. He flipped his bangs and generously leaned his head forward: “Look.”

Qin Wanwan placed her finger on Jian Xingzhi’s brow, attempting to examine his soul. However, the moment her spiritual consciousness entered, Qin Wanwan felt a tremendous spiritual power suddenly explode from Jian Xingzhi’s body. With a “bang,” it sent her flying backward!

Qin Wanwan crashed hard against the wall. Jian Xingzhi jumped up in shock: “Wanwan!”

“Don’t worry.” Qin Wanwan climbed up from the floor, calmly and composedly wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. “I’m used to it. I can’t examine this soul. You rest first, I’m going to regulate my energy.”

Jian Xingzhi stared blankly as Qin Wanwan smoothly stood up and walked to the bed without a single complaint, sitting cross-legged to meditate and regulate her energy.

If this were before, he naturally wouldn’t have cared much—it was normal for disciples to take some hits. This minor injury was nothing. But now their relationship was somewhat different. He had to do something, right?

Jian Xingzhi pondered, then inconspicuously glanced at Qin Wanwan who was meditating. After holding it in for a long time, he stiffly explained: “I… I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“It’s fine.” Qin Wanwan was repairing her internal injuries and seemed genuinely unconcerned. “It’s not the first time. I don’t mind.”

This statement made Jian Xingzhi feel even more guilty. He felt this wasn’t normal coquettishness from a young lady.

“I won’t hit you anymore in the future.” Jian Xingzhi made a solemn promise.

“You should still hit me.” Qin Wanwan was calm and composed. “Masters are all like this. I understand.”

“I told you long ago I’m not your master.”

Jian Xingzhi frowned in correction.

Qin Wanwan’s movements paused. She thought about it—she knew she was the Mistress of Jishan, her future cultivation methods would be inherited from Jishan. It was normal for him to be unwilling to be her master. But after all this time together, she had long grown accustomed to this identity.

She thought for a moment and spoke softly: “I acknowledged you as my master voluntarily. Although I will inherit Jishan in the future, I learned your cultivation methods and received so much help from you. In my heart, you will always be my master.”

Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi felt somewhat agitated.

He glanced at Qin Wanwan, originally wanting to ask her: which disciple would take the initiative to kiss their own master?

But then he remembered that her initiative in kissing him was forced by circumstances—trapped in the secret realm, wanting to get out quickly. It would probably be fine with anyone else.

Thinking this, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He stood up and snorted coldly: “Anyway, you’re not my disciple. Stop clinging to me.”

“If I’m not your disciple,” Qin Wanwan felt as if she was being disdained. Angered by his words, she opened her eyes and glared at him. “Then what am I?”

“Think whatever you want to think,” Jian Xingzhi lazily left a sentence. “Just not a disciple anyway.”

With that, he opened the door and walked out.

Qin Wanwan sat on the bed, so angry she couldn’t speak. After a moment, she pounded the pillow and shouted several times: “Master! Master! Master! I’ll call you however I want!”

After shouting, she felt something was wrong, as if she was the one at a disadvantage. Thinking about it, she cursed again: “Who wants to cling to you as a disciple? If I’m not one, then I’m not!”

“Aiya,” 38 watched the two quarrel like watching a show, lazily advising: “Don’t be angry. That kind of stinking man isn’t worth it. Hurry up and meditate to regulate your energy—you still have injuries from where he hit you.”

Hearing this made Qin Wanwan even angrier.

She had injuries from where he hit her, she didn’t blame him, and he still dared to quarrel with her?

Qin Wanwan indignantly closed her eyes, when suddenly she heard someone knock on the window behind her.

“Hey,” Jian Xingzhi’s voice sounded. “Do you need me to help heal your injuries?”

“Get lost!”

Qin Wanwan snapped lightly. Jian Xingzhi rubbed his nose.

Thinking that the minor injury truly wasn’t a big deal for Qin Wanwan—she just needed to regulate her energy a bit with her cultivation method.

Being yelled at made him lose a bit of face. He coughed lightly: “If you don’t want it, forget it. I’m going to rest.”

Qin Wanwan didn’t want to speak. Jian Xingzhi thought about it and, steeling himself, added another sentence: “Call me if you need anything.”

“Stop bothering me!”

Qin Wanwan shouted at him. Jian Xingzhi felt if he continued, he’d just seem annoying. Thinking about it, he went back to his own room.

Qin Wanwan was angry and didn’t want to think about Jian Xingzhi anymore, so she sat meditating by herself.

By the time she had mostly regulated her internal injuries, it was evening. Nanfeng stood outside the door knocking: “Master, Daoist Ning Buyan has come to visit.”

Qin Wanwan thought about it and knew Ning Buyan was probably coming to briefly explain the Ning Clan’s aftermath to everyone.

She had Nanfeng call over Jian Xingzhi, Xie Gutang, Cuilu, and the others. As soon as Jian Xingzhi entered the room, he smiled at her as if nothing had happened: “Wan…”

Before he finished speaking, Qin Wanwan turned her head away: “Hmph.”

Jian Xingzhi’s expression froze. Everyone looked at him. Jian Xingzhi pretended nothing had happened, bringing down the hand he’d raised and using it to adjust his hair crown, then sat down in a chair with everyone else.

Cuilu couldn’t help but laugh aloud. Jian Xingzhi glared at him, and Cuilu waved his fan and turned his head away.

Seeing everyone had arrived, Qin Wanwan had Nanfeng invite Ning Buyan. Shortly after, Ning Buyan entered the room. He greeted everyone, sat down across from Qin Wanwan, and after Nanfeng served him tea and he expressed his thanks, he briefly explained the Ning family’s current situation: “My father has already informed the clan elders that Lin Buyan became the Evil God and returned for revenge, and that demon seeds have reappeared in the world. The elders take this extremely seriously and have already ordered the entire city to be under strict control with thorough internal investigations.”

As Ning Buyan spoke, his face showed some hesitation. Qin Wanwan saw his difficulty and took the initiative to speak: “Does Daoist Ning need help with something?”

“Indeed.” Ning Buyan spoke with a somewhat helpless expression. “Although this is a Ning family matter, we owe everyone much gratitude for their help this time. My father and I have now gained control of the Ning Clan, but we still don’t dare confirm which people can be trusted.”

As he spoke, Ning Buyan looked at Jian Xingzhi: “From what I saw of Daoist Jian’s methods today, it seems you have a way to detect demon seeds. So I came specifically to request that Daoist Jian do us a favor and share this method with the Ning Clan. In exchange,” Ning Buyan raised his hand and pushed a small box in front of Qin Wanwan, his expression serious, “the Exquisite Jade—the Ning Clan is willing to present it with both hands.”

“As an exchange,” Qin Wanwan looked down at the box. Without needing to open it, she could already vaguely feel the thing inside seemed to be calling to her. This familiar feeling left her with no doubt. She just raised her eyes and asked with a smile: “How did you bring such a precious item over so early, Daoist?”

“Although the Exquisite Jade is precious, my father and I don’t need it. Keeping it would only bring disaster and robbery.” Ning Buyan spoke, coughing a few times before catching his breath and continuing: “You’ve helped the Ning Clan so much, we should show our gratitude. As for the method to detect demon seeds, whether you tell us or not… actually, we’ll still give you the Exquisite Jade.”

With the conversation reaching this point, how could Qin Wanwan refuse? She turned to look at Jian Xingzhi, originally wanting him to give them the formula. But she saw Jian Xingzhi glance at her, raising his eyebrows with his face full of pride that said “You need my help again?”

Qin Wanwan’s movements paused. Her gaze quickly swept past Jian Xingzhi and landed on Cuilu’s face as she spoke gently: “Sister Cuilu, give them the formula.”

The smile on Jian Xingzhi’s face froze. Nanfeng stole a glance at Jian Xingzhi, who pretended to be calm and looked toward the door.

Fine. If she was going to ignore him, then she could ignore him.

“Not even knowing this formula,” Cuilu paid no attention to the back-and-forth between Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan. He snorted coldly, stepped forward, and tossed a formula to Ning Buyan. “The Ning family has had it too easy for too long.”

“It’s not that we’ve had it too easy,” Ning Buyan put away the formula with a smile on his face. “Back then, Desolate City was remote and wasn’t affected by demon seeds. It’s not the same as Ghost City where most of the citizens became demonized.”

“How dare you be so impudent!”

Without another word, Cuilu raised his hand and swept it toward Ning Buyan’s face. Ning Buyan raised his hand to block Cuilu, his smile undiminished: “City Lord Cuilu, please don’t be angry. Buyan will take his leave now.”

With that, Ning Buyan took the formula, bowed to everyone, and turned to leave.

After Ning Buyan left, Cuilu slammed his fist on the table and cursed angrily: “These bastard sword cultivators!”

The three sword cultivators present all looked at Cuilu in unison. Realizing what he’d said, Cuilu sneered: “Don’t think you’re any different!”

With that, Cuilu stiffly stood up and turned to leave.

After Cuilu left, Xie Gutang thought for a moment and bowed to the two: “The sect is calling me to a meeting to discuss the demon seed matter. I’ll go back to rest first.”

With that, Xie Gutang also stood and left.

Suddenly only Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi remained in the room. The two made eye contact. Jian Xingzhi didn’t leave, so Qin Wanwan used his own tone to urge him: “You’re not my master, so what are you doing sitting around in my room?”

“Then I’ll leave.”

Jian Xingzhi stood up. Thinking about it, showing no joy or anger, he only said: “Anyway, I’m the last one to leave.”

Qin Wanwan’s movements paused. She didn’t quite understand this statement. She just watched as Jian Xingzhi seemed happy as he went out, even considerately closing the door.

“He…” Qin Wanwan felt a bit frightened. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Never mind that,” 38 reminded her. “Hurry up and put away the Exquisite Jade.”

Only then did Qin Wanwan remember. She stopped worrying about Jian Xingzhi and took the Exquisite Jade from the table. The moment she opened the box, 38’s mechanical voice in her head was accompanied by a burst of cold celebratory sounds:

“Congratulations to the host for successfully completing [Task Four: Battle of Desolate City]. Points +2000. Current total points: 8053. Higher-level permissions have been unlocked. Gifting ‘Sword Cultivation Training Camp.’ Please obtain it from the plunderer Jian Xingzhi.”

Sword Cultivation Training Camp?

Plunderer Jian Xingzhi?

“What does that mean?”

Hearing this description, Qin Wanwan was momentarily confused. 38 took a drag of his cigarette, filling Qin Wanwan’s mind with smoke, and spoke rather melancholically: “It means the reward was originally yours, but Jian Xingzhi stole it.”

“When did this happen?!”

Qin Wanwan was shocked. He didn’t just steal from others—he even stole from her?!

“In the tomb,” 38 reminded her. “That training illusion where one month inside equals one hour outside—it was originally a reward. But he tore down the tomb chamber walls, stuffed them in his cosmic pouch, and ran off with it.”

Speaking of that tomb chamber, Qin Wanwan involuntarily recalled that kiss.

Her face immediately flushed, but she felt she shouldn’t react this way.

It was all a necessary action to escape the secret chamber. Cultivators could even dual cultivate with composure—she couldn’t place too much importance on this.

She comforted herself, wanting to find something to divert her attention. Only then did she notice the smoke swirling in her mind. She quickly seized the opportunity to scold 38: “Put out that cigarette!”

“Heh, the only one who can make me put out my cigarette is my wife.” 38 was disdainful.

“I’ll record you smoking right now and send it to your wife later.”

As soon as Qin Wanwan threatened him, 38 immediately backed down.

He extinguished the cigarette, then thought about it and protested indignantly: “Don’t take out your inability to face your own feelings on me.”

“You talk too much.”

Qin Wanwan glared at him. She imprinted her spiritual consciousness mark on the Exquisite Jade, sealed it up again, transformed it into a long chain, and hung it around her neck, tucking it into her clothes.

After finishing all this, she thought about it—she should go find Jian Xingzhi. But thinking about how they’d just quarreled, going to him for help now seemed a bit shameless.

And she didn’t know why, but thinking about going to him for that training illusion made her think of that kiss. Thinking of that kiss made her feel unsettled. Feeling unsettled made her despise herself for not having a firm enough cultivation heart.

Jian Xingzhi was single-mindedly devoted to sword cultivation. Though he seemed a bit foolish, he wasn’t affected in the slightest.

How could she let her cultivation heart waver over such romantic matters?

Qin Wanwan sat cross-legged and recited the Heart-Clearing Mantra for most of the night before finally calming down. She gathered her courage to go find Jian Xingzhi.

When she went to find Jian Xingzhi, he was reading. Qin Wanwan directly pushed open the window and jumped in.

Qin Wanwan’s aura came with the wind. Without turning his head, Jian Xingzhi knew who had arrived. Startled, he instinctively shoved the book into his blankets. By the time he turned around, Qin Wanwan had already sat on his bed.

Seeing that Jian Xingzhi had obviously stuffed something into the blankets, Qin Wanwan looked curiously. Jian Xingzhi immediately became nervous and stuttered: “Y-y-you… what are you doing on my bed?!”

“Oh,” Qin Wanwan realized her intrusion and quickly stood up to explain. “I…”

“Why are you standing up?” Jian Xingzhi calmed down, but seeing her stand up so quickly as if wanting to distance herself from him made him unhappy again. He frowned. “Sit down!”

Qin Wanwan: “…”

So hard to please.

But thinking she had come to ask for something, she good-naturedly sat down: “Master…”

Jian Xingzhi sat up cross-legged, folded his arms across his chest, and turned his head away, pretending not to hear.

Qin Wanwan’s smile froze. She quickly changed how she addressed him: “Jian Xingzhi.”

“Oh.” Jian Xingzhi finally responded. “What is it?”

“Well, it’s like this,” Qin Wanwan explained. “Master, didn’t you take a sword training illusion from that Lin Yanzhi’s tomb?”

“Mm, what about it?”

Jian Xingzhi responded casually. Anyway, he was planning to give it to her, so he didn’t take her question to heart.

Qin Wanwan felt a bit embarrassed and coughed lightly: “Well, that was my task reward… could you… could you give it to me?”

Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi turned to look at her and seriously reminded her: “I dismantled this myself.”

I’m giving it to you, not the system.

Hearing this, Qin Wanwan guessed Jian Xingzhi was still happy. She also felt asking for things right after a quarrel was a bit inappropriate. Thinking about it, she apologized in a low voice: “Don’t be angry anymore. I won’t tell you to ‘get lost’ in the future.”

“Is that what I’m angry about?”

Jian Xingzhi glanced at her indifferently. Qin Wanwan thought hard: “Then… then even if we quarrel in the future, I’ll give you face in public.”

Jian Xingzhi paused. Thinking about it, this was indeed quite excessive. He did care about face.

He nodded: “What else?”

“What else…”

Qin Wanwan thought about it but truly couldn’t think of anything. The more she thought, the more she felt something was wrong. Only then did she remember why she was angry: “You… you shouldn’t be too much either. You were clearly in the wrong first. You made me angry by saying I was clinging to you. That’s why I got angry. I consider you my master, and you’re still unhappy about it? What’s your problem?”

“How old are you, and how old am I? I’m only a hundred years old!” Jian Xingzhi got angry just talking about this. “And what’s your status, what’s mine? How could I be your master?”

“My age is a bit advanced…” Qin Wanwan steeled herself. “My status is a bit high too, but I don’t mind. What do you mind?”

Jian Xingzhi was even more speechless. A breath of air stuck in his chest. He snorted coldly and turned his head away.

Qin Wanwan thought about it and tugged on his sleeve to coax him: “Don’t be angry anymore.”

“Stop pulling and tugging.”

Jian Xingzhi sat to the side. Qin Wanwan followed and sat closer: “Tell me why you’re angry.”

Jian Xingzhi didn’t speak. With Qin Wanwan coaxing him like this, his heart softened a bit.

He kept his head turned away. After a long while, he finally turned back: “Let me ask you something.”

“Go ahead.”

Qin Wanwan perked up. Jian Xingzhi leaned toward her, staring into her eyes. He was a bit close to her. Qin Wanwan’s heartbeat quickened again as Jian Xingzhi interrogated her: “Let me ask you—that day in the stone chamber, if it wasn’t me but anyone else, would you have kissed them too?”

“I…” Qin Wanwan wanted to turn her head to avoid his close scrutiny.

“Tell the truth!”

Jian Xingzhi raised his hands and pressed them on either side of her head, forcing her to look at him.

This distance was too close. Qin Wanwan couldn’t help but recall that day’s scene.

Jian Xingzhi stared at her and asked again: “Would anyone have been fine?”

“Well…” Qin Wanwan swallowed and told the truth. “Not just anyone would be fine…”

After all, that day at the start, she would rather find a way out herself than talk to Jian Xingzhi.

But later… later she discovered he was also a decent person, and she felt she could accept it.

“Then who else would be fine?”

Jian Xingzhi continued pressing. Qin Wanwan blinked: “I… I haven’t thought about it.”

“Think about it seriously!”

Jian Xingzhi frowned: “Is it only me?”

“Probably… it seems so?” Qin Wanwan wasn’t certain, but once she said this, she felt a bit guilty, afraid Jian Xingzhi would misunderstand something. She quickly emphasized: “After all, you’re my only master! I… I…”

“Fine.”

Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi’s eyes showed a smile. He casually let her go and said calmly: “Go back and rest. Tomorrow I’ll open the illusion for you. I’ll keep the item for now. Just come find me when you want to use it.”

“You… you won’t give it to me?”

Qin Wanwan still wanted to get her reward back. Jian Xingzhi glanced at her sideways: “Your master is keeping it for you. What’s wrong with that?”

“Oh…”

Qin Wanwan felt this seemed reasonable too. She stood up somewhat awkwardly: “Then… then I’ll go. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Qin Wanwan,” Jian Xingzhi saw her stand up. Sitting on the bed, he spoke lazily: “I’m from the Supreme Sect, not the Harmonious Pleasure Sect. Our sect rules are strict. Since you kissed me, I can’t be your master anymore. Remember that, okay?”

Qin Wanwan froze. She whipped around: “Then why are you still keeping my things?!”

“Can’t… can’t we be friends?” Jian Xingzhi found an excuse. “A friend keeping things for you—what’s wrong with that?”

“You…” Qin Wanwan was so angry she couldn’t speak. “You scoundrel!”

“I’m a scoundrel?” Jian Xingzhi thought this was strange hearing Qin Wanwan say it. “I dug this up myself. If I don’t give it to you, I’m a scoundrel?”

Qin Wanwan’s momentum immediately deflated. Jian Xingzhi coughed lightly and continued reminding her: “If you want to use it, come find me early tomorrow morning. If you don’t want to use this illusion, that’s fine too.” As he spoke, Jian Xingzhi imitated her usual gesture of making a fist and encouraged her: “The day after tomorrow is your finals. Do your best!”

Hearing this, Qin Wanwan took a deep breath, turned around angrily to leave, and before going, left a sentence: “I’ll wait for you in the garden tomorrow!”

Hearing this, Jian Xingzhi raised his eyebrows. After Qin Wanwan left, he methodically pulled the book he’d been reading back out, took a pen from his cosmic pouch, and began seriously studying it again, even writing notes in the margins.

666 looked at the book title “How to Be a Charismatic Man” and couldn’t help but sigh: “Master, what exactly are you doing?”

“Pursuing Wanwan, of course.”

Jian Xingzhi flipped through the book leisurely: “I want to change Wanwan’s impression of me and make her like me. Then when we return to the immortal realm and I restore my identity, I’ll expand my cave dwelling, take on many disciples, establish a sect, and then I’ll lead my disciples up to Jishan Mountain to propose marriage!”

“Your plan…” 666 imagined that scene. “I feel like it’s more like going to seek revenge…”

“What do you know? This way I’ll have status, position, and dignity! Wanwan has a very noble status in the immortal realm! Once I marry her…”

As Jian Xingzhi spoke, his words stopped. 666 waited a moment, then asked curiously: “Then what?”

A bunch of wild fantasies instantly flashed through Jian Xingzhi’s mind. He immediately blushed, and the moment he realized it, he immediately banished these indecent thoughts. He coughed lightly and spoke with righteous integrity: “Then we can practice sword cultivation together every day!”

666: “…”

Why marry a wife? Wouldn’t it be better to stay with your sword and die alone?

Having earnestly studied how to be a charismatic man, Jian Xingzhi got up early the next day. After dressing himself splendidly, he first went to find Nameless, who was still sweeping.

The Exquisite Jade task was complete, but the task of reuniting Nameless with his family had yet to be completed. Qin Wanwan’s suspicions weren’t without reason.

“Hey.” Jian Xingzhi bumped into Jun Shu, who was sweeping the floor.

Jun Shu was startled. He turned around, about to take action, when he saw it was Jian Xingzhi. He quickly restrained himself from raising the broom and bowed: “Daoist Jian.”

“What’s going on with your family? Why haven’t they come to pick you up yet?” Jian Xingzhi spoke with a frown. “Do you really have family? You’re not lying to us, are you? Have you confirmed your message?”

“I confirmed it.”

Jun Shu nodded. Thinking about it, he spoke somewhat awkwardly: “How about… I confirm it again?”

Jian Xingzhi was impatient and immediately gave him ten spirit birds: “Quick, send messages. If your family doesn’t come pick you up soon, we won’t care about you anymore.”

Hearing this, Jun Shu immediately grew nervous. Shen Zhiming was definitely still watching him. If Jian Xingzhi’s group left, and he encountered Shen Zhiming again in his current state, he would surely die.

He took the message-sending spirit birds and thanked Jian Xingzhi. Then he suddenly realized Jian Xingzhi was dressed very elaborately today. Usually he wore simple robes or plain clothes, but today, though still in blue robes and white shirt, his clothes seemed to have been ironed, neat and tidy, with accessories, and the details were perfect. He looked like he was about to do something major.

He couldn’t help but ask: “Daoist, do you have important business today?”

“Oh,” hearing this, Jian Xingzhi was rather pleased. “Do you also think I look particularly handsome today?”

“Ah,” Jun Shu nodded, rather enviously. “Indeed.”

“I’m going on a date with Wanwan today!”

Jian Xingzhi was quite proud. Jun Shu’s expression froze.

Jian Xingzhi turned and waved: “I’m off!”

After Jian Xingzhi turned and left, Jun Shu took a deep breath, turned around, took out the ten spirit birds, and frantically wrote ten times: “Father, come quickly. I’m going to kill someone!!”

With that, he dripped blood on the spirit birds and released them.

Jun Shu lowered his head, picked up the broom again, and began sweeping with his cultivation power. Fallen leaves flew everywhere. Leaves that hadn’t yet fallen also flew about.

The old man was filled with killing intent in the courtyard.

He had already re-established his foundation. Once his father returned and supplied him with miraculous elixirs, he would quickly restore his beauty as Young Master Jun! When that time came, he would definitely take Wanwan away!

After he finished sweeping the courtyard, he saw a crow carrying a letter fly into the courtyard and land on his shoulder.

He quickly opened the letter and saw two characters written in cinnabar:

Coming now.

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**Author’s Note:**

**[Mini Theater 1]**

Jian Xingzhi: “You all carry on. I’m going to find my wife for a date!”

Qin Wanwan: “Sorry, your wife is busy.”

**[Mini Theater 2]**

Jian Xingzhi: “I will study for love, read for love, use my brain for love, think for love!”

Everyone: “…No… that’s really not necessary.”