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This Lord of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Song Wuya, is the closest being to a god in this world. Legend has it that he can answer any question about the secrets of heaven without fail, and can even communicate with the Heavenly Dao. He enjoys extremely high prestige among the people, and is also quite mysterious.

How did this mysterious Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion end up near Flying Kite City of the Flowing Cloud Sect? And why did he reveal his identity, attracting a phoenix to Flying Kite City?

A moment later, he withdrew his Method Formula, and the light of the spirit phoenix gradually faded. Song Wuya also noticed the flying sword hovering in the air. From a distance, his voice, as elegant as silk, seemed to carry a hint of amusement, "What a coincidence! This Pavilion Master came here today on a whim and unexpectedly encountered the Immortal Venerable emerging from seclusion. It has been a long time since we last met. How about we have a chat?"

He waved his hand, and tables, chairs, and drinks appeared on the platform, as if he were sincerely inviting someone to join him.

However, after he finished speaking, Qiaoqiao suddenly felt a strong killing intent emanating from her master. The killing intent was so strong that it froze the surrounding scenery and even made it difficult to breathe.

The white-robed immortal and the red-robed man faced off in the air. Bai Fu Fu's aura was as deep and imposing as a mountain, and his heavy pressure made it hard to breathe. The wind stopped and the clouds calmed down, as if a storm was brewing.

Even the common people below sensed this unusual atmosphere and became restless and uneasy.

"Master..."

Qiaoqiao tugged at his sleeve.

The murderous intent vanished instantly, as if the previous build-up of power had been nothing but an illusion.

However, Bai Fu's aura remained icy and he showed no intention of going over to reminisce.

Qiaoqiao had a feeling that her master seemed to dislike this person.

For some reason, although she had never seen this person before, she felt that he was somewhat familiar.

Song Wuya wasn't annoyed. "The Immortal Venerable is as indifferent as ever."

He made another hand Method Formula, and the phoenix gradually shrank, transforming into a beautiful phoenix lantern that floated in front of Qiaoqiao. "Consider this lantern a gift for the Immortal Venerable's little disciple."

Qiaoqiao peeked out and saw Song Wuya smiling at her.

He didn't have the slightest air of being the renowned master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. He was incomparably handsome, with a smiling face and a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes. Dressed in a crimson robe, he was a man of exceptional beauty.

With a single smile, even the blazing firelight paled in comparison.

Qiaoqiao silently compared them in her mind for a moment: [Master is still more handsome!]

Although she didn't know how he knew her, Qiaoqiao keenly sensed that her master disliked this person and refused to accept his gifts. "Master, let's go see the lantern festival."

Bai Fu's expression softened slightly. Without glancing at him again, she leaped down with Qiaoqiao and entered the city.

Having been reborn, he has many people he wants to kill, Song Wuya is definitely at the top of the list.

However, he couldn't kill someone in front of Qiaoqiao.

Let him live for two more days.

Watching the departing figures of the master and disciple, Song Wuya's smile gradually widened. "Have the stars changed? What will the outcome be this time, Qiaoqiao..."

Upon entering the city, Qiaoqiao felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason, as if she were being targeted by a venomous snake. She also felt a bit strange towards Song Wuya.

That's strange.

[That Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion...]

Bai Fu's steps faltered slightly; Qiaoqiao wouldn't...

Why doesn't he have any melons?

This is unreasonable!

Until now, the only people she hasn't been able to get any gossip about are her master and herself, but now Song Wuya has joined the fray.

Qiaoqiao couldn't figure it out, but she was soon immersed in the bustling and lively atmosphere of the lantern festival. It had been a long time since she had come down the mountain, so everything seemed new and exciting, and she wanted to buy everything she saw.

Fortunately, Qiaoqiao is now quite well-off, and she can buy whatever she likes: small lanterns, dazzling jewelry, and various ornaments. In no time, she has filled her Storage Bag to the brim.

She went about her business, while Bai Fu watched her from the side, his expression revealing a tenderness he himself didn't even realize.

"Fairy, you have such good taste! This lip rouge is the most popular color right now, and it's in high demand!" At the bustling cosmetics stall, the vendor enthusiastically promoted it to Qiaoqiao.

In Flying Kite City, cultivators and mortals mingled together. The vendors recognized her as a disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect and called her "Fairy" enthusiastically.

Seeing Qiaoqiao hesitate, he said, "Why don't you let your dao companion take a look?"

Seeing the tall, handsome male cultivator standing beside the fairy, the two looked like a perfect couple under the lamplight, and the vendor subconsciously assumed that the male cultivator was the fairy's dao companion.

Upon hearing this, Bai Fu's eyes suddenly darkened, and the chill around him seemed to dissipate considerably.

Qiaoqiao quickly explained, "This is my master."

The vendor paused for a moment, then gave an awkward smile. "I'm sorry to offend you two immortals, but you two really do look like a perfect match—" He slapped the corner of his mouth. "Look at my mouth, what nonsense am I spouting? How can master and disciple be together?"

Bai Fu, who had remained silent until now, darkened his eyes slightly. "Why can't master and disciple be together?"

"This—" The vendor hadn't expected this aloof immortal to be so serious, "A teacher is respected and elder; to be with one's disciple is worse than being a beast!"

Seeing Bai Fu face, he quickly said, "Immortal Master, I was just speaking casually, please don't take it to heart."

Qiaoqiao looked up at the Immortal Venerable and saw that his expression was slightly serious, as if he was thinking about something.

She tugged at Bai Fu's sleeve. "Master, I want to eat wontons in chili oil."

He paused for a moment, his long eyelashes fluttering, and said, "Okay."

The small stalls set up on the street corner were bustling with activity, and a long queue of people lined up to eat wontons. The two waited for quite a while, and when it was their turn, Bai Fu reminded the stall owner to put less chili, which drew a protest from Qiaoqiao.

"Master, I think I ate too much spicy food!"

Bai Fu smiled but remained silent. Who was it that Ning Shuang made cry from a bowl of spicy stir-fried cilantro in his past life? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have been fooled.

The steaming wontons were served, Qiaoqiao had just picked up her chopsticks when three demonic auras suddenly flew in from all directions, causing a stir among the surrounding crowd!

"It's Devil Cultivator!"

"Ahhh! Be careful!"

The demonic energy was aimed directly at Qiaoqiao, and it looked like it was about to smash her along with the table and chairs. However, the white-robed sword cultivator beside him did not move, but slightly raised his hand, and three sword intents were released. The demonic energy was instantly shattered, and several wails came from the corner. All the Devil Cultivator who had launched the sneak attack were wiped out by the Sword Qi.