" Qingzhu."
Luo Heng spoke, uttering only two words in a low voice, yet his words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples among the surrounding Dao Sect Disciple.
" Qingzhu? Ling Qingzhu? The Young Palace Master of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace?"
"Senior Brother Luo Heng calls her Qingzhu? They know each other?"
"It seems the rumors are true!"
"Damn it, I told you it was true! You guys kept saying my mom flew away."
"Now, you are permitted to return."
Whispers spread like a tide, Dao Sect Disciple stared wide-eyed, their gazes darting back and forth between Luo Heng and Ling Qingzhu, their faces filled with surprise and gossip.
Ling Qingzhu ignored the voices and continued walking without stopping. Her face was covered by a thin veil, making her expression impossible to see, but her white dress stood out in the crowd, like moonlight pouring down.
Su Rou followed behind her, her steps light and quick, her eyes lighting up when she saw Luo Heng.
"Brother Luo!" she called out, her voice clear and bright, filled with undisguised joy.
Luo Heng nodded at her and smiled, "Little Su Rou, you've gotten quite a bit stronger again."
Su Rou blushed slightly, lowered her head, and whispered something, but no one heard her.
Ying Huanhuan stood beside Luo Heng. When she saw Ling Qingzhu approaching, she subconsciously moved closer to Luo Heng, her fingers unconsciously tugging at his sleeve.
Ying Xiaoxiao remained calm, though a hint of complexity flickered in her cool eyes.
She looked at Ling Qingzhu, the woman who had defeated her in five moves, and sighed inwardly.
Three years have passed, and she has reached the Nine Yuan Nirvana Stage, with Sword Intent Perfection. She considers herself to be among the top of the younger generation in the Eastern Xuan Region, but she still has no confidence in facing Ling Qingzhu.
The women around Luo Heng are indeed all simple.
Ling Qingzhu stopped in front of Luo Heng, with less than three feet between them.
Her eyes were on Luo Heng, then glanced at Ying Huanhuan beside him.
The two women locked eyes, and something seemed to tremble slightly in the air.
Ying Huanhuan spoke first. She released Luo Heng's sleeve, tilted her head slightly, smiled generously, and said, "Hello, Sister Qingzhu, I'm Ying Huanhuan. Brother Heng often mentions you to me."
Brother Heng.
Ling Qingzhu's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this form of address.
Brother Heng?
Although she had known of Ying Huanhuan's existence from Luo Heng long ago, she still had an indescribable feeling when they actually met.
It's not jealousy, it's not dissatisfaction, it's just... a bit complicated.
" Huanhuan, my little sister," Ling Qingzhu said, her voice clear yet gentle, " Luo Heng often mentions you to me."
"Really?" Ying Huanhuan blinked, looked at Luo Heng with a sly smile, and said, " Brother Heng, what did you tell Sister Qingzhu about me?"
Luo Heng remained expressionless and said, "I said you're cute, and that you play the music beautifully."
Ying Huanhuan blushed slightly, snorted, and said, "You know how to talk."
Ling Qingzhu watched the interaction between the two, the complex emotions in her heart gradually dissipated.
She could tell that Luo Heng was sincere towards Ying Huanhuan, Ying Huanhuan was also devoted to Luo Heng.
She's a smart person; she won't get hung up on this kind of thing.
Ling Qingzhu turned to Ying Xiaoxiao, nodded slightly, and said, "Miss Xiaoxiao, it's been a long time."
For some reason, she had a premonition that Ying Xiaoxiao would become one of her many sisters in the future.
Ying Xiaoxiao nodded and smiled, " Qingzhu, it has indeed been two or three years since we last met."
Several women were chatting, leaving Luo Heng standing to the side.
He wasn't in a hurry; in fact, he was quite happy. If it were like those novels from his previous life, with a chaotic scene unfolding, he would truly be doomed. He casually glanced around.
Just then, Luo Heng's gaze fell on the blue stone light shield of the middle-aged man in gray. There were more than a dozen items there, emitting fluctuations of varying strengths. Most of them were Spirit Treasure, but there were also some scrap metal.
Luo Heng's gaze did not linger on those Spirit Treasure, but instead moved to a corner.
There was a slightly dim-colored orb of light, inside which was a palm-sized, dark red, dilapidated bronze furnace.
The copper furnace was pitted and covered in rust, and showed no signs of energy fluctuation, looking just like a piece of scrap iron.
But a glint flashed in Luo Heng's eyes.
If I'm not mistaken, this should be the fragment of the Burning Heaven Array that was knocked away by that Yimo General.
"How much is this?" Luo Heng walked up to the bluestone and asked, pointing to the fragment.
The middle-aged man in gray was taken aback, then smiled, a shrewd glint in his eyes, and said, "Oh? Why are you interested in it?"
Luo Heng glanced at him and said frankly, "It looks shabby."
The middle-aged man's lips twitched.
Looks like a junk? What is this thing?
He squinted, his sharp gaze returning to the dark red, broken bronze furnace, staring at it for a long while before looking away.
He had studied these items for sale countless times before and found nothing special about them.
In particular, this bronze furnace showed no fluctuations whatsoever, so it was definitely not some Pure Yuan Treasure whose brilliance had been concealed.
How could that kid possibly get a bargain? Absolutely not!
But seeing that Luo Heng seemed interested in the bronze furnace, he rolled his eyes and said, "Eight million Nirvana Pill."
Upon hearing this, the Dao Sect Disciple behind Luo Heng immediately erupted in uproar.
Eight million? You're robbing me!
"This piece of junk isn't even worth 80,000!"
"Your boss is so heartless!"
The middle-aged man in gray remained expressionless and said, "This was dug out from the depths of the Otherworldly Demon Domain. It has an extraordinary origin, and eight million is already a bargain."
Luo Heng waved his hand, signaling the Dao Sect Disciple behind him to be quiet.
He casually took out a Spatial Pouch from his pocket; it belonged to a disciple of the Yuan Sect and contained exactly eight million Nirvana Pill. Too lazy to waste time haggling with him, he wanted to go out and have fun with his lovers. He then tossed the Spatial Pouch to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man caught the Spatial Pouch, scanned it with his divine sense, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He quickly took the dark red bronze furnace out of the light shield and handed it to Luo Heng.
Luo Heng casually took it and put it into his System Space without even glancing at it.
The Dao Sect Disciple exchanged bewildered glances. Eight million Nirvana Pill for a piece of scrap metal? Was Senior Brother Luo Heng just burning money?
But no one dared to say anything; Senior Brother Luo Heng always had his reasons for doing things.
Ling Qingzhu watched Luo Heng's actions, a hint of doubt flashing in her cool eyes, but she didn't ask any further questions.
She knew Luo Heng wouldn't do anything meaningless; perhaps that bronze furnace had something special about it.
"Let's go." Luo Heng turned around and said to the girls, "It's not convenient to talk here, let's find somewhere else."
Ling Qingzhu nodded, and Ying Huanhuan, Ying Xiaoxiao, and Su Rou had no objections either.
Luo Heng led the group away from the Treasure Hunting District and headed towards the location of the Dao Sect in the west of the city.
The Dao Sect Disciple behind them exchanged glances, wanting to follow and hear the gossip, but not daring to.
"What will happen if the senior brothers follow them?" a young disciple asked in a low voice.
An older disciple patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "If you want to go and die, I won't stop you."
The young disciple shuddered and gave up the idea of following them.
Luo Heng walked in front, with Ling Qingzhu and Ying Huanhuan on either side of him, Ying Xiaoxiao behind, and Su Rou beside Qingzhu.
The group walked in silence for a while, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.
Ying Huanhuan was the first to break the silence. She turned to Ling Qingzhu and said with a grin, " Sister Qingzhu, Brother Heng often mentioned you to me when he was at the Dao Sect."
Ling Qingzhu glanced at her and smiled, "Really? What did he say?"
Ying Huanhuan said with a smile, "He said..."
The western part of the city, where the Dao Sect had settled.
Luo Heng led the women into a quiet courtyard, closed the door, and shut out the outside world.
"Have a seat," Luo Heng said, pointing to the stone table and benches in the courtyard.
The women sat down, Ling Qingzhu finally reached out and removed her veil, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.
Ying Huanhuan first saw Ling Qingzhu's true face, her eyes widened in amazement.
" Sister Qingzhu, you look so beautiful..." she exclaimed sincerely.
Ying Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly. In terms of appearance, she was indeed no match for Ling Qingzhu. In the entire Eastern Xuan Region, there was probably no woman more beautiful than Ling Qingzhu.
Ling Qingzhu smiled slightly and said, " Huanhuan is also very pretty; Luo Heng often praises you."
Ying Huanhuan blushed and muttered softly, "He doesn't often praise me..."
Luo Heng, listening from the side, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth. When has he ever not praised you?
" Qingzhu, didn't Xuan'er come?" Luo Heng changed the subject and asked.