In the depths of a dense forest a hundred miles away from the Red Lian Sect, the light of the teleportation array flickered. Immediately afterwards, a group of people stumbled out of the light curtain in a panic.
"Ugh - what the hell is that!!" As soon as Feng Shu landed, he was holding on to an old tree and vomiting wildly, his face turning blue. Lei Cheng was not much better, sniffing the clothes on his body desperately, with a disgusting expression on his face.
"It's important to save your life!" Lin Qingyang leaned on a piece of bluestone and gasped, and stuffed the remaining black ball back into his sleeve. This was the "escape bullet" he specially brought from Ku Rong before going out. It is said that it is made by refining and concentrating the glands of a certain skunk demon. The effect... is really touching.
Mo Yan held the thunder mace and observed the surroundings vigilantly. Only when he was sure that the group of monsters were not catching up did his tense shoulders relax, but his brows were still furrowed.
Not far away, everyone in Shenjian Mountain was even more disheartened. Lu Ming's face was pale, and he slumped on the ground in despair, staring at his bloody wrist. Lu Qing's face was so gloomy that it could drip water. Without saying a word, he pulled off the hem of his clothes, briefly bandaged his son's wound, and then stood up.
"Master Lu Feng, this matter..."
Just when Mo Yan was about to speak, Lu Qing glanced at him coldly. He didn't even bother to say a word in the scene. He waved his sleeves and shouted, "Let's go!"
The disciples of Shenjian Mountain quickly helped Lu Ming up and followed Lu Qing into the teleportation array again. In a flash of light, several people disappeared instantly.
Elder Chen from Tianxuan Pavilion shook his head helplessly, sighed, then turned to look at Lin Qingyang, leaned over and whispered, "Brother Rabbit, I owe everything to you today. Your quick thinking and extraordinary courage are really admirable."
"Elder Chen complimented, it's just good luck." Lin Qingyang held up the fluffy rabbit head, cupped her hands and smiled innocently.
"Hey, Brother Rabbit, this is too modest. For a talented person like you to only be an outer disciple of Wanling Sect, it is really unworthy of his talent," Elder Chen said, suddenly lowering his voice, "Why don't you come to my Tianxuan Pavilion? I still have a vacant position as the hall master, and the salary is easy to discuss."
"Elder Chen, how can you be like you, poaching in front of us?" Feng Shu couldn't stand listening and couldn't help complaining.
Elder Chen's face turned red and he coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.
Lin Qingyang smiled and waved his hand, "Thank you very much, Elder Chen, for your kindness. I am used to being idle, and I cannot be restrained the most."
Elder Chen seemed to want to fight for it again, but was interrupted by Mo Yan in a deep voice, "Elder Chen, the most urgent task now is to go back to the Immortal Alliance to report the situation of the Red Lian Sect case."
Lin Qingyang's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly he turned to look at Tie Feng, who had been slumped on the ground with a dull expression, and asked, "Young Sect Master, you said before that Sect Master Tie brought back the fragments of the Nine Heavens Sword from outside. Do you know where he got it from?"
Tie Feng seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes were distracted. After a long while, he moved his lips mechanically. "It seems... it seems to be Yinshi."
Lin Qingyang's heart skipped a beat and her brows furrowed. Such a vicious thing as the fragment of the Nine Heavens Sword actually came out of his territory?
Mo Yan was obviously aware of the seriousness of the problem. He frowned and looked at Lin Qingyang. Lin Qingyang shrugged and said that he didn't know.
"Could it be that Yinshi is responsible for all this?" Feng Shu asked in surprise.
Elder Chen shook his head, stroking his beard and analyzed. "That's not necessarily the case. Yinshi is just a place for business, and provoking a conflict between the two clans will not do them any good. It seems that the people behind the scenes deliberately chose to trade there in order to cover up others' eyes."
Everyone frowned and pondered, unable to make sense of the situation for a while.
"Since you guys still have important things to do, I'll go back first and say goodbye." Lin Qingyang said accordingly.
"Aren't you going to the Immortal League with us?" Feng Shu asked subconsciously.
"No, I've been out for too long. If you don't go back, the boss will deduct your money." Lin Qingyang gave a random reason.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Feng Shu's eyes. Although he had only known each other for less than a day, he felt an inexplicable affinity for this rabbit head.
"Brother Rabbit, please think about what I just said!" Elder Chen shouted from behind without giving up.
Lin Qingyang waved to everyone with his back and got into the teleportation array.
In order to avoid being tracked by interested people, he deliberately teleported to a mortal town hundreds of miles away, and then changed the formation twice before returning to the underground secret room of Fusheng Pavilion.
When the familiar dim lights in the basement came on, Lin Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and followed the hanger back to the lobby on the first floor. As soon as he stepped out of the secret door, he heard a sharp soprano.
"Damn it! What does this smell like!"
Spider Girl was sitting behind the counter, fiddling with her abacus. The moment she smelled the smell, her beautiful face twisted instantly. She covered her mouth and nose with six hands at the same time, looking at Lin Qingyang who had just appeared with disgust.
"Did you fall into a pit?"
Lin Qingyang raised his sleeves and smelled it. The suffocating stench still clung to his clothes. He shrugged helplessly. "It was a little accident, don't worry about these details."
"Don't you care? This Fusheng Pavilion is going to be smelled by you!" Spider Girl waved the fan in her hand to fan herself, took out a bottle of perfume, and sprayed it at Lin Qingyang.
All the half-demon guys in Fusheng Pavilion also covered their noses and stayed away from him as if they were hiding from the god of plague.
Only Kurong didn't hide, but the old man had a dark face and scolded louder than anyone else, "That's right! Let you run around all day long!"
"Okay, okay, I have business." Lin Qingyang ignored everyone's disgust and went to the table to pour a glass of water. "Spider Girl, help me check the record of Tie Zhenshan, the leader of the Red Refining Sect, coming to Yin City a month ago."
"Every day is just a matter of time! Go take a shower!" Zhu Ji frowned and muttered, got up and went to the archives room at the back.
Lin Qingyang took a sip of saliva, turned to look at Ku Rong, smiled flatteringly, and said, "Don't be so serious. Didn't I come back well?"
Ku Rong rolled his eyes angrily, walked over, and a green vine poked out from the withered grass on his head. He wrapped it around Lin Qingyang's wrist and checked his pulse. After confirming that there was no internal injury, his expression softened slightly, he picked up his medicine basket, and walked away angrily.
Lin Qingyang smiled helplessly, then choked on the smell of her own body and retched, and quickly turned around and went upstairs to take a shower.
The bathroom on the top floor of Fusheng Pavilion was filled with hot air, and on the water surface of the wooden barrel, there was a thick layer of spiritual grass and fragrant leaves used to eliminate odors.
Clothes were hung one by one on the shelf next to it, and finally there was a pendant made of a silver chain. On the pendant was a huge black pearl, with light flashing on the surface, which was the faint flowing spiritual power.
The sound of water sounded, and Lin Qingyang submerged himself into the barrel. His hair was as long as a waterfall, his eyebrows were handsome, and he had returned to his original appearance.
He leaned against the wall of the barrel and breathed a long sigh of relief. The nerves that had been tense all day slowly melted away in the hot water, and the smell of skunk that seemed to have been marinated in the bone marrow also slowly faded away in the aroma of herbs.
Lin Qingyang fiddled with the spiritual grass in the water, and there was a conspicuous red fingerprint on his wrist, which was left by Cang Mo when he caught him during the day. He looked at the mark with some trance, and then he put down his hand with some sadness for a while. He pressed the back of his head against the warm wall of the barrel and looked at the dense water vapor in the air.
After a long time, I heard him suddenly chuckle, "This wolf cub... has really grown up."