What Flying Sword Do I Need!

Zhou Chunfeng sat in his chair and received the bow, sighing. "I never imagined your brothers would be so cruel. It shows just how hard your days at the Northern Pacification Marquis's Residence must have been."

Ye Han's eyes reddened. "If not for Lord Zhou, I fear I would have died in the graveyard today, never to see daylight again."

Just then, before Li Qingxian arrived, his voice came first.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm back. I kept praising you before my parents' graves."

"Utter nonsense!" Zhou Chunfeng's helpless voice rang through the study.

Li Qingxian stepped over the threshold and, seeing Ye Han there as well, smiled. "Brother Ye, have you verified it? On my way back, I saw a group of men and horses. I wonder if they belonged to the Northern Pacification Marquis's household."

Ye Han bowed deeply. "Brother Qingxian sent charcoal in the snow and saved me from danger. I will surely repay this kindness generously."

Zhou Chunfeng smiled. "If you wish to repay him generously, you gave him a Flood Dragon Transformation Pill last time. This time, you can only give him a flying sword."

Ye Han froze.

Li Qingxian blanked for a moment, then hurriedly said, "What flying sword do I need? The Flood Dragon Transformation Pill was enough, what flying sword do I need? Ye Han, don't listen to Uncle Zhou. He's old-fashioned and values repaying favors. We young people don't go in for that."

Out of the corner of his eye, Ye Han saw the white figure shift slightly. Jiang Youfei seemed to be looking over.

"How could a single Flood Dragon Transformation Pill be enough to repay the grace of saving my life? Even this Divine-Pattern Flying Sword is not enough! Qingxian, take it! I, Ye Han, stand tall beneath the heavens and upon the earth. I cannot let people poke at my spine!" Gritting his teeth, Ye Han took a foot-long brocade-covered wooden case from his Heaven-and-Earth Ring and forcibly shoved it into Li Qingxian's hands.

Li Qingxian tried to shove it back, but Ye Han pushed it hard into his hands again, his gaze resolute.

"Qingxian, I know you are a gentleman. But if you refuse this item, what face will I have left to remain in the Night Guard?" Ye Han said.

"Brother Ye, you..."

"Qingxian, if you refuse again, I'll resign from the Night Guard and leave the Divine Capital! I, Ye Han, have made mistakes before, but I have long since washed my heart clean and reformed myself. How can I make the same mistake again and again?" Ye Han's voice was decisive as iron.

Li Qingxian sighed, holding the brocade-covered wooden case, unsure what to say.

Could it be that Ye Han had truly been forced into it, and that he had misunderstood the Ye Han of the past?

Ye Han smiled. "Qingxian, to thank you and Lord Zhou for saving my life, I've decided to host a table of wine at Flower Sea Tower in a few days, to thank my two benefactors. Would you honor me with your presence?"

"This..." Li Qingxian looked toward Zhou Chunfeng.

Zhou Chunfeng smiled. "Since Ye Han has such intentions, the two of us cannot chill his heart. We should go."

"Fine, Brother Ye. We'll certainly attend." Li Qingxian said.

Ye Han was overjoyed. "Good brother."

Then Ye Han seemingly turned his head casually and spotted Jiang Youfei quietly reading. He slapped his forehead. "Look at this pig brain of mine—I actually forgot there was a beauty beside us. May I ask whether the Enchanting City Fairy would honor this humble one's banquet with her presence?"

Li Qingxian looked at Zhou Chunfeng, and the two met each other's eyes.

A trace of darkness welled up in Zhou Chunfeng's eyes.

Ye Han looked at Jiang Youfei with a face full of smiles.

He had prepared for this moment for a long time.

Jiang Youfei's slender, translucent jade fingers gently turned a page. Without even looking at Ye Han, she said in an exceedingly indifferent voice, "I don't know you. Please conduct yourself with respect."

Ye Han stood rooted to the spot, feeling as if heaven and earth had collapsed.

Jiang Youfei's words were like a thousand awls and ten thousand needles stabbing into his heart, stabbing and twisting at the same time.

Li Qingxian hurriedly turned his head away, only to see Zhou Hen turning away as well. The two clenched their teeth and desperately held back their laughter.

Zhou Chunfeng remained as calm as ever. The darkness in his eyes faded, and for some reason, his already handsome face seemed to brighten a little, smooth and lustrous like jade.

Zhou Chunfeng gave a light cough. "Youfei has been very busy these days and may not be able to go, so she politely declined."

Li Qingxian and Zhou Hen had just started to turn back before abruptly stopping themselves. That counted as a polite refusal?

Ye Han was bewildered. Jiang Youfei had been sitting here all day—this was called being very busy?

"Oh... I still have matters to attend to. Farewell." Ye Han could not bear to stay even one more breath. Forgetting all etiquette, he hurried away.

Watching Ye Han flee in disarray, Li Qingxian gave Jiang Youfei a thumbs-up. "Sis, you truly are my sis!"

Jiang Youfei continued staring at the words on the page and said coolly, "If I did not need something from you, I would have torn that mouth of yours to shreds long ago."

Li Qingxian smiled. Her tone was worlds apart from the icy one she had just used.

Zhou Chunfeng looked at Li Qingxian and smiled. "You could be considered blessed with great fortune. Have you seen Youfei's temperament now?"

"My sis is good no matter what." Li Qingxian looked perfectly calm.

Zhou Chunfeng shook his head.

Li Qingxian touched the brocade wrapping the wooden case and looked at Zhou Chunfeng.

"Uncle Zhou, when you said that, were you a speaker without intent, or were your words intentional?" Li Qingxian asked.

"If there's a flying sword, take it." Zhou Chunfeng said.

Li Qingxian laughed. "I never expected that trick. Tsk, tsk, old ginger is spicier. Why do I feel as though the three of us set a trap and pulled an immortal jump on Ye Han?"

"If there truly was a trap, it would be a trap to guard against greed." Zhou Chunfeng said.

Li Qingxian chuckled. "Uncle Zhou is right. That matter is settled, so now let's discuss how to lure the snake from its hole."

Zhou Chunfeng said, "Everything else has been arranged. What you need to do is enter Azure Firmament Abbey in disguise, impersonate Lü Ren, enter the carriage, and lie down properly. Zhou Hen will protect you inside the carriage. If all goes well, you can return with the Heavenly Venerable Token. If Youfei cannot defeat them, Zhou Hen will take you and flee. Around the capital, they would not dare lay hands on the Night Guard."

"If something truly happens, what about Sister Youfei?" Li Qingxian looked toward the girl in white.

"I can escape." Jiang Youfei said.

Li Qingxian sighed instead. "Uncle Zhou, Sister Youfei looks delicate, but she's actually a stubborn mule. Could you send a few more people?"

Li Qingxian felt a chill wafting over from a certain white-clad girl.

"This matter reaches very deep. Sending Zhou Hen is already the limit. Don't worry, Youfei knows her limits. Youfei, don't act rashly. As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood." Zhou Chunfeng's face was solemn.

"Youfei understands." Jiang Youfei lowered her brows obediently, her voice gentle.

"It's good that you understand." Zhou Chunfeng nodded with a smile.

Li Qingxian could not help saying, "You believe everything she says, but you don't believe anything I say. Uncle Zhou, your eye for people is lacking."

That same chill swept over again.

Li Qingxian abruptly changed the subject. "Back to business. When am I going to Azure Firmament Abbey? Tonight or tomorrow?"

Zhou Chunfeng said, "Youfei, don't lower yourself to the level of this little rascal. His mouth has no gate on it. Business comes first."

Jiang Youfei raised her eyes and glanced at Li Qingxian. Her expression was as light as wind and clouds as she said, "To keep the Devil Sect from discovering us, you'll have to suffer a little."

As Jiang Youfei spoke, she raised her right hand. A bright red paper sedan landed in her slender jade palm. White flowers clustered atop its roof, while eight white paper figures with red sashes around their waists carried it.

The paper figures' eyes were blood-red, and their grinning mouths looked as if fresh blood might drip from them.

"A Puppet Cultivator artifact?" Li Qingxian asked.

Jiang Youfei nodded. With a toss of her right hand, the White-Flower Red Sedan landed on the ground and swelled in the wind, becoming identical to a real sedan.

The eight paper figures transformed into eight burly men dressed in mourning clothes, red light dancing in their eyes.

"Do you have any more auspicious artifacts? I'm still a pure, innocent young man who hasn't married yet. Riding in a dead man's sedan is bad luck." Li Qingxian said.

Zhou Hen and Zhou Chunfeng exchanged a glance, sharing the same helplessness.

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