If Not An Immortal, How Could They Be So Beautiful

Jiang Wang never imagined that the maidservant who attended to his daily life was actually a County Princess!

After all, he held the title of Young Marquis, and knew that the number of Princes and Lords in the Sui Kingdom was scarce. His father was only a Marquis, but Xiaoyu's father was a King among the Princes and Lords.

The County Princess had fallen into Hun City, so the Prince's Manor must have met a tragic end. Tan Lao Liu was also from the Qingxuan Bureau, so Xiaoyu's enemies were likely powerful figures whose grudges couldn't be settled in a few words.

Since Princes and Lords had influence but no power, if one wanted to target them, there were no shortage of qualified individuals in the imperial court.

He rubbed Xiaoyu's head and said softly, "We are in the same boat. Your father was murdered, and my father's whereabouts are unknown, so he's likely gone too. Relax, by my side, no one can harm you again. This great revenge will surely be avenged."

"Don't think about anything today. Enjoy yourselves and let loose at the City God Temple Fair, then work hard to become stronger. Strong enough that no one, no Yao, no Immortal in the entire world can threaten us."

Xiaoyu nodded, deeply moved.

At this moment, the Green-robed and White-robed Cultivators walked over.

"Mr. Jiang, you have dealt with Feng Linghuai. Our great revenge is achieved. We feel ashamed that we couldn't personally strike the blow."

They cupped their hands and said, "Mr. Jiang's great kindness is something we can hardly repay even in our next lives. But the three of us brothers came to Hun City to seek Immortal Traces. Moonlit West Tower has also been kind to us, so this task must be completed..."

Jiang Wang smiled and said, "You can tell Moonlit West Tower that there are no Immortals in Hun City. Those who seek Immortals are destined for futility."

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

Jiang Wang smiled and shook his head.

The White-robed Cultivator's heart trembled.

Could it be...?

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

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

"What's gotten into you? While no one can guarantee anything about Immortals, we still have to search, don't we?"

The White-robed Cultivator said in a low voice, "How can you be so muddled? Where is the Mirage hanging?"

The Green-robed Cultivator was stunned, "Over Qixia Street."

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

The Green-robed Cultivator's eyes widened.

The White-robed Cultivator patted his shoulder and smiled, "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 struggled. It might be false that there are no Immortals in Hun City, but it's true that those seeking Immortals won't find them. Even when we followed Mr. Jiang, did we ever think of this?"

The Green-robed Cultivator's body trembled. He didn't even dare to look back, suppressing his voice as much as possible, "Is Mr. Jiang an Immortal?"

The White-robed Cultivator's expression was solemn. "It's highly possible, but Mr. Jiang probably doesn't want others to know. We must pretend to be ignorant, and absolutely cannot reveal a single word of this. Remember, remember."

The Green-robed Cultivator's legs felt a little weak. He stammered, "We've been following an Immortal all this time? So there really are Immortals in this world! That's right, an Immortal should look like Mr. Jiang. The moment I saw Mr. Jiang, I was struck by his divine beauty. If he weren't an Immortal, how could he be so handsome!"

Although these words were nonsensical, the White-robed Cultivator nodded in agreement.

"But would it be inappropriate to reply to Moonlit West Tower like this? Some seekers of Immortals haven't even arrived in Hun City yet, and we're saying there are no Immortals here. The owner of the tower will probably have a hard time believing it."

The Green-robed Cultivator frowned, looking troubled.

The White-robed Cultivator thought for a moment and said, "Then we'll reply later. When the seekers of Immortals return empty-handed and the facts are laid bare, the Pavilion Master will naturally believe it."

The Green-robed Cultivator said, "You're still so cautious, with such keen observation and clear thinking. It's just that you're a bit timid when facing problems."

The White-robed Cultivator was speechless. "You can praise me, but that last sentence was unnecessary."

The Green-robed Cultivator chuckled, then something occurred to him and he asked, "Mr. Jiang is the Young Marquis, so doesn't that mean the Marquis is also an Immortal?"

The White-robed Cultivator was stunned and pondered, "This is indeed beyond my ability to comprehend. If Mr. Jiang is an Immortal, then his father being an Immortal is plausible. But if Mr. Jiang is an Immortal who descended in a mortal body, then it shouldn't be a big issue."

The Green-robed Cultivator said, "No matter what, if we stick with Mr. Jiang, our future achievements will be limitless. If we can receive even a little favor from Mr. Jiang, we might break through our bottlenecks and reach higher positions."

He said with a hint of arrogance, "At that time, let alone killing someone from the Qingxuan Bureau, even facing the entire Qingxuan Bureau, what would it matter?"

The White-robed Cultivator cautioned, "Don't have such thoughts. We'll do as Mr. Jiang says. We cannot rely on Mr. Jiang and act recklessly. If we anger Mr. Jiang because of this, we might never be able to reincarnate."

The Green-robed Cultivator said, "You don't need to be so cautious. From the current situation, we are destined not to be friends with the Qingxuan Bureau. We must make preparations. More importantly, we cannot disgrace Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Wang was, of course, unaware of what the two cultivators were discussing. In the past, because the City God Temple Fair was too lively and the streets were crowded, he was forbidden to leave the manor and had no chance to sneak out.

This would be his first time witnessing the scene of the City God Temple Fair.

He couldn't help but feel some anticipation.

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

When the Old Butler and Zhao Si returned, they had both changed into new clothes.

The City God Temple Fair was not scheduled to officially begin until the Hour of the Monkey (3-5 PM), and two hours passed quickly.

The Green-robed Cultivator carried a rattan chair, the White-robed Cultivator and Xiaoyu followed beside Jiang Wang, the Old Butler walked at the very back, and Zhao Si naturally ran at the front.

He was even carrying a basket filled with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

The grandeur of the City God Temple Fair was the best scenery for him to paint.

Zhao Si had already found the best viewing spot in advance. With a casual greeting, he disappeared.

The White-robed Cultivator followed to protect Xiaoyu as she browsed the fair, while Jiang Wang reclined in the rattan chair placed at the entrance of Qixia Street, with the Old Butler and the Green-robed Cultivator by his side.

Lanterns, as bright as daylight, hung all over Pinglan Street. Lanterns were also hung in front of the shops on both sides. The crowds surged, and it was very noisy. Street performers displayed skills that amazed the common people, and the sounds of various hawkers came from the rows of stalls.

Even high above, several giant wooden kites painted with the image of the City God were present, as if overlooking the entire Hun City.

Watching Xiaoyu weave through the crowd, her genuine smile, Jiang Wang also pursed his lips and smiled.

Constable Zhou was also nearby at this moment. Noticing Jiang Wang's figure, he approached and bowed, "Young Marquis."

Jiang Wang nodded and said, "Constable Zhou, why are you still in uniform while visiting the temple fair?"

Constable Zhou gave a wry smile, "When would I have the time to visit the temple fair? Last night, who knows what happened. The Du family packed up and left, leaving their homes empty. Half of South City Alley was destroyed, and the common folk are in despair. We need to repair the streets and rebuild houses, but the Garrison Headquarters simply doesn't have enough money."

Jiang Wang was stunned, then revealed an awkward smile. He cleared his throat and said, "My Marquis Manor can fund the reconstruction of South City Alley, and my manor will also compensate the shopkeepers for their losses."

He turned to the old butler and said, "Constable Zhou, go with Uncle Tong to the Marquis Manor to get the money."

Constable Zhou was greatly shocked and said with tears of gratitude, "Young Marquis is truly a great benefactor! I will report this to the Garrison Commander and give the Young Marquis the highest commendation, so that the world will remember the Young Marquis's good name."

Jiang Wang said awkwardly, "No, no, this is 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 and assumed that Mr. Jiang was the one who destroyed it. Seeing this scene, his expression was very strange.

Shu Ni and Ning Shisi also arrived at the temple fair and walked straight towards Jiang Wang.

"You're quite strange. Are you visiting the temple fair, or watching the temple fair?"

Qixia Street was empty, with only lanterns hanging. Jiang Wang lay on a rattan chair, as if separated from the liveliness of Pinglan Street by a wall.

Shu Ni said with her arms crossed, "Although we didn't find any monsters, you still have to keep your word. Immortals have appeared in Qixia Street, and your Marquis Manor has the greatest influence in Hun City, and you happen to live in Qixia Street. If you try to evade the issue again, I will pester you all day."

The green-robed cultivator was a little nervous. She had spoken so clearly. What if she sensed something?

He had even prepared to draw his sword immediately if Shu Ni guessed Mr. Jiang's identity as an immortal.

Ning Shisi said, "Junior Sister, please don't be like this. We haven't accomplished our task yet, so how can we ask Mr. Jiang for a promise? Moreover, seeking immortality cannot be rushed. We should make long-term plans."

Jiang Wang immediately replied, "That's exactly right. I will do what I promised, but you haven't fulfilled what you promised me, so don't talk about these things, lest we damage our harmony. Look how lively this temple fair is, you should go and enjoy it quickly."

Shu Ni glared at Ning Shisi and said coldly to Jiang Wang, "I don't trust you. Even if we didn't find any monsters, we still tried our best. You have to do something concrete to make me believe you can keep your promise."

Jiang Wang said, "I've always been very curious. You cultivators seeking immortality should have your own methods, why do you need to find others for help? Can immortality be found just by having more people? If that were the case, Hun City would be full of cultivators by now, and there would be no need to seek help locally."

Ning Shisi replied, "Immortal traces are hard to find, and there are no specific methods. Otherwise, I'm afraid we would have found hundreds of immortals by now. The only way to find immortality is to not miss any natural anomalies and to slowly explore the place of the anomaly."

"Moreover, although seeking immortality is very important, we can't spend all our time on it and neglect other matters. Whether it's Xitan's threat or the rampant monsters, cultivators are needed everywhere. Seeking help locally is just to find clues faster."

Jiang Wang was somewhat taken aback and said, "So it's like a blind man crossing a river, relying purely on luck?"

Ning Shisi gave a wry smile, "Although the analogy is a bit flawed, it does rely on luck."