If He Were Not an Immortal, How Could He Be So Handsome?

Jiang Wang had never imagined that the little maid who attended to his daily needs was actually a County Princess!

After all, he bore the status of the Young Marquis. He knew there were very few Princes and Lords in the Sui Kingdom. His father was merely a marquis, while Xiaoyu's father had been a prince among the Princes and Lords.

For a County Princess to have ended up stranded in Hun City, the Prince's Manor must have met a miserable fate. Tan Lao Liu was also from the Qingxuan Bureau, so Xiaoyu's enemies were likely powerful figures whose story could not be explained in just a few words.

Princes and Lords had influence but no real authority. If someone wished to target them, there were certainly quite a few people in court qualified to do so.

He rubbed Xiaoyu's head and said softly, "We are birds of a feather. Your father was murdered, while my father's whereabouts are unknown. He is probably gone too. Just put your mind at ease. As long as you stay by my side, no one will ever hurt you again. This blood-deep vengeance will surely be repaid."

"Do not think about anything today. Play to your heart's content at the City God Temple Fair and vent all you want. Once you are done, work hard to become stronger—strong enough that no human, monster, or immortal in this world can threaten us again."

Xiaoyu nodded, deeply moved.

At that moment, the Green-robed Cultivator and White-robed Cultivator approached.

"Mr. Jiang, Feng Linghuai has been dealt with by you. Our great vengeance has been avenged, yet we were unable to act with our own hands. We are truly ashamed."

They cupped their hands and said, "Mr. Jiang, we fear we could not repay your great kindness even in our next lives. But the three of us came to Hun City to seek Immortal Traces, and Moonlit West Tower has shown us kindness as well. We must see this task through..."

Jiang Wang said with a smile, "You may report back to Moonlit West Tower that there are no immortals in Hun City. Those so-called immortal seekers are destined to return empty-handed."

The Green-robed Cultivator said in surprise, "But the Mirage hanging over Qixia Street is an undeniable fact, isn't it?"

Jiang Wang merely smiled and shook his head.

The White-robed Cultivator, meanwhile, felt his heart jolt.

Could it be...

He immediately bowed and said, "Mr. Jiang, we understand. We will send word back to Moonlit West Tower at once."

The Green-robed Cultivator still had something to say, but the White-robed Cultivator directly dragged him away.

"Why are you doing this? No one can guarantee anything about immortals, but we have to search before we can know!"

The White-robed Cultivator lowered his voice. "How have you become so muddle-headed? Where is the Mirage hanging?"

The Green-robed Cultivator blanked out. "Qixia Street."

The White-robed Cultivator asked again, "And where is Xunyang Marquis Manor?"

The Green-robed Cultivator's eyes widened.

The White-robed Cultivator patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Neither of us can see through Mr. Jiang. Whether facing the monster Ao Yin or Cai Tanggu and that person from the Qingxuan Bureau, Mr. Jiang never once fell into a hard battle. Hun City having no immortals may be false, but immortal seekers being unable to find them is certainly true. Even if we followed beside Mr. Jiang, when would we ever have thought of it?"

The Green-robed Cultivator trembled all over. He did not even dare look back as he forced his voice low. "Mr. Jiang is an immortal?"

The White-robed Cultivator looked grave. "Very likely. But Mr. Jiang probably does not want others to know. We must pretend to know nothing, and we absolutely cannot reveal even half a word of this matter. Remember that, remember that."

The Green-robed Cultivator's legs went weak. His voice shook as he said, "All these days, we have been following at an immortal's side? So immortals really do exist in this world! That is right—an immortal should look like Mr. Jiang. The first time I saw Mr. Jiang, I was struck as though seeing a heavenly being. If he were not an immortal, how could he be so handsome!"

Though that made no sense at all, the White-robed Cultivator nodded in agreement.

"But would it be inappropriate to reply to Moonlit West Tower like this? Some immortal seekers have yet to arrive in Hun City. If we say there are no immortals here, the Tower Master will likely find it hard to believe."

The Green-robed Cultivator frowned in distress.

The White-robed Cultivator thought for a moment, then said, "Then we will reply later. Once the immortal seekers return without success and the facts are laid bare before everyone's eyes, the Tower Master will naturally believe it."

The Green-robed Cultivator said, "You really are cautious, observant in every detail, and clear-headed. Except when something happens, your courage is a little lacking."

The White-robed Cultivator was speechless. "If you are going to praise me, then praise me. That last sentence was unnecessary."

The Green-robed Cultivator laughed loudly. Then he seemed to think of something and asked, "Mr. Jiang is the Young Marquis. Does that not mean the Marquis is an immortal too?"

The White-robed Cultivator froze, then pondered, "That truly exceeds the scope of what I can think through. If Mr. Jiang is an immortal, it makes sense for his father to be an immortal as well. But if Mr. Jiang is an immortal who descended into the world through a mortal body, then it may not have much to do with his father."

The Green-robed Cultivator said, "No matter what, if we follow Mr. Jiang, our future achievements will surely be boundless. If we can receive even a casual gift from Mr. Jiang, we may be able to break through our bottlenecks and stand at greater heights."

He said rather arrogantly, "By then, let alone killing one person from the Qingxuan Bureau, what would it matter even if we had to face the entire Qingxuan Bureau?"

The White-robed Cultivator cautioned, "Do not entertain such thoughts. Whatever Mr. Jiang says, we do. We cannot rely on Mr. Jiang's name to act recklessly. If we anger Mr. Jiang because of that, we may fear eternal damnation."

The Green-robed Cultivator said, "You need not be so overly cautious. As things stand, we are destined never to become friends with the Qingxuan Bureau. We must make preparations. More importantly, we cannot bring shame upon Mr. Jiang."

Naturally, Jiang Wang had no idea what the two cultivators in green were discussing. In the past, the City God Temple Fair had been so lively and the streets so packed that he had always been forbidden from leaving the manor. He had not even had the chance to sneak out.

This would be his first time seeing the City God Temple Fair in all its splendor.

He could not help but look forward to it.

But he could only watch from Qixia Street. Before the Night Roaming God recovered, Jiang Wang absolutely would not take another step beyond it.

By the time the Old Butler and Zhao Si returned, they had each changed into new clothes.

The City God Temple Fair would not officially begin until the Hour of the Rooster, and the two hours passed quickly.

The Green-robed Cultivator carried the rattan chair. The White-robed Cultivator and Xiaoyu walked at Jiang Wang's sides, the Old Butler walked at the rear, and Zhao Si naturally ran ahead at the very front.

He even carried a basket on his back, filled with brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The grand spectacle of the City God Temple Fair was the finest scenery for his paintings.

Zhao Si had long since found the best viewing spot in advance. After casually calling out a greeting, he vanished in a blink.

The White-robed Cultivator accompanied Xiaoyu to protect her as she toured the fair. Jiang Wang lay in the rattan chair placed at the entrance to Qixia Street, with the Old Butler and Green-robed Cultivator beside him.

Lanterns bright as daylight hung all across Pinglan Street, and lanterns also dangled before the shops lining both sides. The crowd surged like a tide, and the noise was deafening. Street performers displayed skills that left the common folk marveling in wonder, while cries of vendors rose from the densely packed stalls.

Several enormous wooden kites painted with the image of the City God even floated high in the sky, as though gazing down upon all of Hun City.

Watching Xiaoyu weave through the crowd, wearing that most genuine of smiles, Jiang Wang pursed his lips and smiled as well.

Constable Zhou was nearby too. Noticing Jiang Wang, he stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting. "Young Marquis."

Jiang Wang nodded and said, "Constable Zhou, why are you still wearing your official uniform while visiting the fair?"

Constable Zhou smiled bitterly. "How would I have time to visit the fair? I do not know what happened last night, but the Du Family vanished without a trace, and more than half of South City Alley was destroyed. The commoners are crying misery to the heavens. Rebuilding the streets and houses will cost more than the Garrison Headquarters can afford."

Jiang Wang froze, then revealed an awkward smile. He cleared his throat and said, "My Marquis Manor can pay to rebuild South City Alley. The losses suffered by those shopkeepers will also be compensated by my Marquis Manor."

He turned to the Old Butler and said, "Constable Zhou may follow Uncle Tong to the manor to collect the money."

Constable Zhou was greatly shocked, and tears filled his eyes in gratitude. "Young Marquis, you are truly a great benevolent man! I will certainly report this to the garrison commander and secure the highest commendation for you, so the whole world may remember the Young Marquis's good name."

Jiang Wang said awkwardly, "No need, no need. It is simply what I should do."

Constable Zhou left with the Old Butler.

The Green-robed Cultivator knew that Mr. Jiang had encountered Feng Linghuai in South City Alley. That alley had most likely been destroyed by Mr. Jiang, and seeing this scene, his expression became very strange.

Shu Ni and Ning Shisi also arrived at the fair and headed straight toward Jiang Wang.

"You really are strange. Are you visiting the fair, or watching the fair?"

Qixia Street was empty, with only lanterns hanging there. Jiang Wang lay in his rattan chair, seemingly separated from Pinglan Street's bustle by a wall.

Shu Ni crossed her arms and said, "Although we failed to find the monster, you still have to keep your word. An immortal descended into the world on Qixia Street. Your Marquis Manor holds the greatest power in Hun City, and you happen to live on Qixia Street. If you keep beating around the bush, I will pester you every single day."

The Green-robed Cultivator grew nervous. She had put it so plainly. What if she noticed something?

He had even prepared himself to draw his sword at once should Shu Ni guess Mr. Jiang's identity as an immortal.

Ning Shisi said, "Junior Sister, do not be like this. We have not accomplished what we came to do, so how can we demand that Mr. Jiang fulfill his promise? Besides, seeking immortals cannot be rushed. We should make long-term plans."

Jiang Wang immediately said, "Exactly so. What I have promised, I will naturally fulfill. But you have not completed what you promised me, so do not bring this up yet. There is no need to hurt our harmony. Look how lively this fair is. Go enjoy yourselves."

Shu Ni glared at Ning Shisi, then said coldly to Jiang Wang, "I cannot trust you. Even if we failed to find the monster, we made every effort to search. You must at least do something tangible and let me believe that you can truly keep your promise."

Jiang Wang said, "I have actually always been curious. You should have your own methods of seeking immortals, so why must you ask others for help? Can immortals be found simply by having more people search? If that were the case, Hun City would already be crawling with cultivators. Why would you need to seek help locally?"

Ning Shisi answered, "Immortal Traces are hard to find. What method could there possibly be? Otherwise, we would likely have found hundreds of immortals already. The only way to seek immortals is not to overlook any naturally occurring anomaly, then slowly investigate the place where it appeared."

"Besides, seeking immortals is important, but we cannot search all across Sui Kingdom for immortals and do nothing else. Whether it is Xitan eyeing us like a tiger watches its prey, or monsters running rampant, cultivators are needed everywhere. Seeking local help is merely to find clues more quickly."

Jiang Wang was somewhat dumbfounded. "So it is like a blind man crossing a river—entirely dependent on luck?"

Ning Shisi smiled bitterly. "Though the metaphor has some problems, it truly does depend on luck."