Chapter 27

Otherwise, if the other party truly intended to take their lives...

No one present could stop them.

"No good. With an expert of this caliber entering Tian Qi City, we must report to His Majesty at once!"

The Shadow Sect members hurried off toward the imperial palace.

Meanwhile, the Hundred Information Hall agents quickly wrote letters and dispatched them back to their headquarters.

In an instant.

Beneath the unseen corners of Tian Qi City, undercurrents began to surge...

At the highest point of Tian Qi City.

The Thirty-Two Pavilions of the Brothel Directorate.

Jiang Mu Ming strolled along the street, swaying as he walked, a flask of Peach Blossom Moon Fall brewed by the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen himself hanging from his waist.

This might not be the finest wine in the world.

But it was undoubtedly the one Gu Chen had made with the most heart.

On this journey to Tian Qi City, aside from fulfilling his own goal of spreading his teachings, Jiang Mu Ming also carried a task entrusted to him by the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen.

That was to personally deliver this flask of Peach Blossom Moon Fall to the master of the Thirty-Two Pavilions of the Brothel Directorate.

And to tell her this:

The Confucian Immortal Gu Chen was still alive—not only alive, but would soon come to Tian Qi City in person.

To take her away.

"Senior Gu Chen... truly a man of deep affection."

Jiang Mu Ming shook the flask of Peach Blossom Moon Fall at his waist.

Then he leaped upward.

Like a drifting immortal, he shot straight into the sky.

This immediately stirred a commotion on the bustling streets of Tian Qi City.

The crowd gathered in curiosity.

"Mother, look! A celestial being!"

"How can that man fly?"

Everyone was astonished. They had seen martial artists brawling in the streets before.

But someone who could leap into the air—

And fly this high? Truly, they had never seen such a thing.

Just then.

A sneer rang out.

"You're all so ignorant. He's no celestial being—just a martial arts master."

But someone nearby retorted, unconvinced:

"Just? Then you fly one for us to see. I bet you can barely climb a tree!"

The crowd burst into laughter, leaving the speaker utterly humiliated.

Still, among the onlookers, there were those who recognized true skill. That lightness technique—ethereal, leaving no trace—

With no leverage at all, he flew straight toward the highest point of Tian Qi City.

Truly, it could be called peerless.

Above, Jiang Mu Ming landed on the very peak of the Thirty-Two Pavilions of the Brothel Directorate.

Here, fierce winds howled.

The bright moon shone clear.

With a single glance, one could overlook the entire Tian Qi City.

It was indeed a rare and splendid spot.

"And who might you be?"

Just as Jiang Mu Ming was admiring the city's glittering lights, a woman's voice suddenly rang out.

Though her face was veiled by a light gauze, One could tell she was undoubtedly a beautiful woman.

Yet time had passed, and even a beauty could not defy the years—faint wrinkles had already appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Jiang Mu Ming didn't need to guess. He knew at once that this woman was the one the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen had been longing for all these years.

"Have you ever heard of this wine?"

Jiang Mu Ming unclipped the jade flask from his waist.

He said, "Its name is... Peach Blossom Moon Fall."

When the woman across from him heard those four words—Peach Blossom Moon Fall—her body couldn't help but tremble.

Because someone had once said this to her.

If he returned, he would personally hang Peach Blossom Moon Fall at the highest point of Tian Qi City.

But if someone else did it in his stead...

Then it meant he was already dead.

Yet now, the one holding Peach Blossom Moon Fall here was not him!

"Rest easy."

Jiang Mu Ming felt the fierce wind at the highest point of Tian Qi City.

He let out a light laugh: "He's not dead."

"He also asked me to tell you, miss, that soon he will come to Tian Qi City in person."

"To take you away!"

"As for this flask of Peach Blossom Moon Fall—it's my reward! Hahahaha!"

As for Gu Chen's instructions?

Jiang Mu Ming figured, since Gu Chen was still alive, he might as well let him personally hand Peach Blossom Moon Fall to his beloved.

As for the flask in his own hand?

That belonged to Jiang Mu Ming now!

He had craved the taste of Peach Blossom Moon Fall for a long time. Holding out until today was only to earn the trust of the master of the Thirty-Two Pavilions of the Brothel Directorate.