This Time, They Still Had No Idea That the Two of Them Would One Day Bring Down the Calamity of This World

In the end, Feng Qingjue agreed.

Qin Wangchuan gave her two tasks.

Firstly, infiltrate and control the Returnees and the Cleaners, prioritizing finding a person named Lv Yingxin.

Secondly: Continuously seek out and recruit people with Attack Heaven ideals, and carry out activities with this as their destiny.

Feng Qingjue the order, but suddenly stopped as he turned to leave.

She stood sideways by the door, leaving only a cold silhouette, her voice echoing clearly inside the room:

"Non-Self wish to Attack Heaven, but I would do it for that favor."

"Furthermore, I am not your subordinate, but a fellow traveler."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan's lips finally curved into a very faint smile. He looked directly into Feng Qingjue, cold eyes and responded frankly:

"Certainly."

Feng Qingjue turned and left, her steps seemingly steady, until she had walked a long way away and completely left the vicinity of that bedroom.

His tense back suddenly relaxed, and he leaned against the cold pillar, almost completely exhausted.

Cold sweat belatedly soaked through my inner shirt.

"Is this the real him? Just standing there... I almost couldn't breathe." She murmured to herself, her fingers unconsciously tightening.

The oppressive aura emanating from Qin Wangchuan was far more terrifying than anticipated.

It wasn't a deliberately released pressure, but rather an absolute control deeply ingrained in one's bones and ingrained in one's words and actions, weighing heavily on one's heart.

In addition, the scene of him fighting alone against the nine Prodigy two days ago, as if a True Immortal had descended to earth, once again uncontrollably resurfaced.

"... Qin Wangchuan."

The name was uttered softly, mingled with a barely audible sigh, and faded into the silent corridor.

Feng Qingjue slowly closed his eyes, a clear self-mockery appearing on his lips.

She knew all too well that at best she was just a cultivator in Middle Thousand Provinces with a little bit of looks and talent.

Just now, I forced myself to maintain an equal stance in front of the other party... my purpose was to test them.

If Qin Wangchuan showed even the slightest arrogance, contempt, or regarded himself as an ant that could be manipulated at will...

So, that so-called Heaven Above Heaven, the existence that is praised as supreme, may be nothing more than another, even more powerful quagmire.

But he didn't.

Those imposing golden eyes never looked down on her; in fact, they acknowledged her as a fellow traveler.

That near-perfect demeanor and vision only inspire awe, and even a subtle, almost imperceptible, fascination.

Feng Qingjue took a deep breath of the cool air, trying to calm her racing heart.

"Heaven Above Heaven, how terrifying!"

Feng Qingjue murmured to himself, this time, the emotions mixed in his words were far more complex than before.

"Controlling and unifying two organizations is no small matter, let's get to it!"

As my mind wavered, a shadow suddenly flickered in the distance beneath the corridor.

"Who!"

She gave a low shout and instantly became alert.

Although the man hadn't shown any covetousness towards her, Feng Qingjue well that not everyone was as noble as him.

He knew all too well that his appearance was like a shrimp among fish in Upper Thousand Provinces, and he had to be careful at all times.

In the shadows of the distant corridor, a woman dressed in a plain white dress slowly walked out.

Her hair was as black as a waterfall, and her temperament was ethereal and otherworldly, like a snow lotus blooming under the moon.

The newcomer first glanced thoughtfully at the courtyard where Feng Qingjue left, a deep, unfathomable meaning flashing in his eyes, before speaking softly, his voice clear and melodious like the clinking of jade stones:

Are you also searching for your own path?

It was none other than Luo Lingxi, the Holy Maiden of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion.

Feng Qingjue's eyes sharpened, and his Spiritual Power circulated secretly as he stared intently at the white-clad woman who slowly emerged from the shadows.

The other party possessed an ethereal and otherworldly aura, like a snow lotus under the moon, clearly no ordinary cultivator.

She remained vigilant and asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Luo Lingxi. From what you just said..." Luo Lingxi turned her gaze to Feng Qingjue, her tone gentle yet carrying a subtle hint of inquiry, "That Lord... seems to have entrusted you with some kind of mission?"

"This doesn't seem to concern you," Feng Qingjue said distantly, still wary.

At the same time, she keenly noticed the complex emotions revealed in the fleeting glance when the other person looked towards the bedchamber, and a thought suddenly occurred to her.

"You owe him a favor too?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Lingxi gently shook her head, a barely perceptible bitter smile appearing on her lips.

"My lord, the Young Master... he asked nothing of me."

The tone and the way she addressed her made Feng Qingjue instantly understand her feelings.

If I'm not mistaken, she's probably a woman who's in love with Qin Wangchuan.

Before a response could be given, Luo Lingxi spoke again:

"I understand why you're wary. But rest assured, having stepped into this courtyard, I am naturally Young Master people."

"But..." She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath them, "Although I have been enlightened by you, Young Master, and have been able to glimpse the path ahead, I... am still somewhat lost."

"No, perhaps it should be called—greed."

Luo Lingxi had previously been guided by Qin Wangchuan to cultivate in the Way of Ten Thousand Laws, but the more she cultivated, the more she realized that as a fellow cultivator of the Young Master, there was absolutely no way she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

This problem has been troubling her for a long time.

After hearing that Qin Wangchuan had set up a challenge here, he came to watch the battle and learned that he had personally brought back a woman from Middle Thousand Provinces.

Driven by jealousy, he then decided to make contact with her.

"The Young Master and I first met in the A Pavilion..." Luo Lingxi recounted her first meeting with Qin Wangchuan in a soft voice, her tone filled with undisguised reminiscence and melancholy.

Looking at the elegant fairy before her, Feng Qingjue felt a subtle resonance of shared sorrow—they had both embarked on their cultivation paths with their own goals and ideals, but were ultimately drawn to that dazzling figure and unwavering faith.

The light was so intense that the closer one got, the more one could feel its scorching heat.

Will I eventually become like that?

The thought had barely formed when she decisively crushed it.

No, never.

She, Feng Qingjue, may change her stance, may abandon her ideals—but the domineering and resolute nature in her bones will never change.

Such behavior—spending countless hours of thought only to end in a sigh—is utterly useless and weak.

If you've set your sights on something, then go for it and fight for it.

No matter what methods are used—whether it's drugging, scheming, or even despicable tricks despised by the world—as long as you can ultimately keep that person firmly in your grasp, that's your skill.

Having made up his mind, Feng Qingjue showed no sign of it on his face.

She did not lower her guard because of Luo Lingxi's confession, nor did she rashly reveal Qin Wangchuan's plans and arrangements.

Instead, he consulted his superiors first.

The answer I received was:

"It doesn't matter."

Feng Qingjue had already figured out Qin Wangchuan's attitude by this point—he didn't care about Luo Lingxi joining the group, or rather, he didn't care whether he could accomplish this task.

"They only entrusted this to me because I happened to be there."

A clear understanding emerged in her mind:

"Right now, I don't hold much weight in his heart. Only by proving my worth can I earn his true respect."