Hurry to the Western Heaven and Ask Buddha Tathagata for Help

After dismissing Chu Caiwei, Xu Qi'an, disregarding the presence of the eunuch, grasped the Imperial Preceptor's soft hand and said affectionately:

"Grand Preceptor, you led us back to the capital. The journey must have been arduous; you must be tired."

"Go back to Lingbao Temple and wait for me."

He knew this personality was "love" and tried to use love to influence the imperial advisor.

Luo Yuheng said softly:

"Then don't forget to make it clear to those women that I, the dignified leader of the Human Sect, will not allow you to be fickle."

It actually worked? Xu Qi'an nodded vigorously. "My heart belongs only to the Imperial Advisor."

Anyway, after today, you won't be yourself anymore.

Luo Yuheng rode on a golden light and disappeared in the direction of the imperial city.

Watching the Grand Preceptor leave, Xu Qi'an felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders. The great shark was gone, and his little fish were safe.

After bidding farewell to the supervisor, he ascended the wooden steps and, guided by Chu Caiwei, met Lin'an and Huaiqing, whom he had not seen in a long time, in a tea room on the eighth floor.

I often see little white dresses and little red dresses in my dreams.

The moment the girl in the red dress saw him, her charming and amorous peach blossom eyes immediately filled with tears, and her oval face was etched with longing and resentment.

The woman in the white dress remained as elegant and aloof as ever, giving a slight nod as a greeting.

However, the moment she saw Xu Qi'an, the girl in the white dress softened her expression.

Besides Huaiqing and Lin'an, Chu Yuanzhen, Hengyuan, Li Miaozhen, and Zhong Li were also present in the spacious tea room.

"Greetings, Your Highnesses. Senior Sister Zhong, I'm relieved to see you are safe and sound."

Xu Qi'an greeted them with a smile.

"You lackey!"

Lin'an habitually called out his pet name, propped himself up on the table, and walked over to him.

Her peach-blossom eyes looked at him with a hesitant, unspoken expression.

"Your cultivation has recovered quite a bit," Zhong Li whispered.

"Lord Xu has been traveling for many days. How much dragon energy has he collected?" Huaiqing asked.

With everyone present, they were actually quite restrained. Xu Qi'an walked to the table, sat down, and began to recount his travels.

Biao Biao rested her chin on her hands, looking at him with a smile.

Huaiqing held his teacup, taking sips now and then, listening attentively.

Zhong Li sat in the most obedient posture, without making any unnecessary movements throughout.

Chu Caiwei sat down next to him, eating her crystal pork knuckle while listening.

Xu Qi'an knew the personalities of the girls present very well. He told Lin'an about the interesting stories from his travels, Chu Caiwei about the delicious food, and Huaiqing about the process of collecting dragon energy.

From Yongzhou to Leizhou, and from Leizhou to Yongzhou, all the way back to the capital.

The story was finished in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Things that should be ignored will of course be ignored, such as the little things he did with Mu Nanzhi.

"How interesting! Let's go wander the martial arts world sometime!" Biao Biao said sweetly.

"Once I've finished dealing with my current affairs and recovered my cultivation, I'll take you to travel the Central Plains," Xu Qi'an said softly.

He hoped it wasn't just empty promises of cattle and sheep beyond the Great Wall.

"The Buddhist School has also participated in the collection of dragon energy, revealing their ambition to seize control of the Central Plains. We must be wary of collusion between the rebels in the Western Regions and Yunzhou."

Huaiqing's sense of smell was as sharp as ever.

Where is the ancient tomb guarded by the Chai family in Xiangzhou? Do you have a map?

Zhong Li, however, was more interested in the ancient tomb.

"Sigh, I've developed a post-traumatic stress disorder from ancient tombs and underground palaces, "Xu Qi'an shook his head.

"Half the map is with the Gu Clan. If we want to explore ancient tombs in the future, we can ask Lina to help us borrow the map."

After answering their questions, Xu Qi'an said:

"What brings Your Highnesses to the Bureau of Astronomy at this hour?"

If it were just a matter of framing, Xu Qi'an could understand.

But Huaiqing would obviously not break curfew and leave the palace just to see him, as that would not fit the image of the eldest princess.

Huaiqing's voice was melodious, like ice cubes colliding, telling a story in a gentle and persuasive way:

"The dragon's aura concerns the rise and fall of the court, so I naturally care about it. In addition, the court has recently encountered some troubles and needs Lord Xu's help. I am worried that you will be leaving the capital in a hurry, perhaps tomorrow or even overnight."

"That's why I came here specifically."

"What's going on?" Xu Qi'an asked, focusing on the key point.

Biao Biao quickly answered, "Ningyan. The disasters are severe in various places, and the imperial treasury is empty. In order to reverse the decline, my brother the emperor wants officials in the court to donate money, and then through officials to call on local gentry to raise as much silver as possible to relieve the disaster victims."

She was used to calling him "dog servant," so when she suddenly called him "Ningyan," she felt a little shy.

"But my brother the emperor has only recently ascended the throne, and his power is not yet fully established; he can't defeat those old foxes." She pursed her lips, grasped Xu Qi'an's hand, and pleaded softly:

"Could you please help my brother the Emperor?"

The candlelight reflected in her peach blossom eyes, making them sparkle with anxiety and pleading.

"Good!"

When he uttered that word, his anxiety and pleading transformed into a brighter, sweeter joy and a sense of peace.

This plan must have been Erlang's idea, but Emperor Yongxing didn't agree to it, so it seems the disasters in various places are much more serious than I imagined. Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice:

"Donations alone are just a drop in the ocean."

Of course, he would still help Emperor Yongxing accomplish this task, because it was a plan that could save the lives of many poor people.

"At least it can solve the immediate problem," Huaiqing said.

What do I need to do?

Xu Qi'an pondered for a moment and then asked.

Huaiqing had already prepared a response, saying:

"All you need to do is step in and intimidate; with your fearsome reputation, that's enough. Leave the rest to Xu Cijiu."

After chatting for a while longer, Xu Qi'an glanced at the water leak and felt that it was about time.

He was going to Lingbao Temple to cultivate with the Imperial Preceptor. The thought was still exciting. A beauty like the Imperial Preceptor, if he married her, would definitely not be unmarried for seven years. He made a bittersweet joke to himself.

"Your Highnesses, and everyone else, I have some matters to attend to later, so I'll take my leave now."

What do you want?

Biao Biao pouted and said, "I won't be returning to the palace tonight. I'll be staying at the Bureau of Astronomy. You've come all this way, won't you stay and chat with me a little longer?"

As soon as he said that, Xu Qi'an clearly saw Huai Qing frown, Li Miaozhen look displeased, and Zhong Li tilt her head slightly towards him.

Hurry up and leave. Xu Qi'an didn't linger any longer and hurried out. As soon as he opened the door, he froze on the spot, like a sculpture weathered by time.

A stunningly beautiful woman in Daoist robes stood at the entrance, her eyes sparkling with affection and a smile playing on her lips.

Luo Yuheng!

Didn't you leave already?!

The little soul inside Xu Qi'an's body was roaring, but he was a seasoned fishpond owner, maintaining a smile without revealing a trace of his true feelings.

"Imperial Advisor, Imperial Advisor, what brings you here?"

Luo Yuheng stepped over the threshold and into the house, looked around at everyone inside, and smiled:

"Since everyone is here, let's make things clear right here, so that if any girl displeases me in the future, others won't say that I killed her without teaching her anything."

"Right, Xu Lang!"

The room fell silent instantly.

But to everyone present, it was like a bolt from the blue, a thunderclap exploding in their ears.

Even Chu Caiwei was stunned, letting the crystal pork knuckle fall to the ground without paying any attention.

In modern times, women usually address their sweethearts by adding "Lang" after their surname.

By calling out "Xu Lang," Xu Lang essentially announced their relationship.

Huaiqing's face suddenly darkened, turning as cold as ice.

Zhong Li lowered her head, a posture she only did when she was feeling down or unhappy.

"You, you all."

Li Miaozhen's eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at them for a long time, her face stiff with shock, anger, and rage.

Biao Biao was stunned for a moment, then looked at the Imperial Advisor and forced a smile:

"Is the Imperial Advisor joking?"

Luo Yuheng said calmly:

"When have I ever joked? Xu Lang is my dao companion; we have already cultivated together."

Having said that, she turned her head and gazed tenderly at Xu Qi'an's profile:

"Xu Lang, say something."

What are you saying? I'm so annoyed! Xu Qi'an was internally raging, but maintained a stiff smile on the surface.

Seeing that he remained silent, the women knew that the matter was true.

Biao Biao's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Li Miaozhen's face turned pale, and her skin trembled as she pressed her hand on the hilt of her sword, feeling an urge to chop Xu Qi'an into mincemeat.

How could this be? Xu Qi'an is the Imperial Preceptor's dao companion? I, the dignified leader of the Human Sect, am actually Xu Qi'an's dao companion???

Chu Yuanzhen was greatly shocked and instinctively doubted the truth of the matter, even though he had personally witnessed the Imperial Preceptor's intimate behavior towards Xu Qi'an.

Yes, he has good fortune, and the Imperial Preceptor needs good fortune to cultivate dual cultivation. Chu Yuanzhen looked at Xu Qi'an with extremely complicated feelings.

Although he had no improper thoughts about Luo Yuheng, as a swordsman, he harbored some admiration for the leader of the Human Sect.

Therefore, some of these views are unacceptable.

Moreover, he was Registered Disciple, and Luo Yuheng was considered a senior disciple. Xu Qi'an was his close friend and companion.

Now, the elder has become a dao companion for the close friend.

The generational hierarchy gets messed up.

Seeing that Xu Qi'an remained silent, Luo Yuheng gave him a light, sidelong glance, then her gaze swept over the faces of Lin'an, Huaiqing, Zhong Li, Chu Caiwei, and Li Miaozhen, and she said indifferently:

I know that some of you like Xu Lang, some have feelings for him, and some secretly admire him.

"But after tonight, I hope you will put away any thoughts you shouldn't have."

Although Luo Yuheng did not name names, the beauties present felt a pang of guilt, as if she were referring to them.

Huaiqing raised an eyebrow and said coldly:

"How come I didn't know when the Imperial Preceptor and he became dao companion?"

Li Miaozhen immediately took over:

"As the head of the Human Sect, the Imperial Preceptor is my elder. Putting aside the fact that I have no respect for the Xu family, just look at what the Imperial Preceptor just said. Is this the kind of thing an elder should say to a junior?"

"Tell younger women not to seduce their men?"

Zhong Li whispered, "You were just using his luck to quell your karmic fire. Your current fate is not right; you don't truly like him at all."

Fifth Senior Sister's words were truly scathing.

A fight has broken out, and Lin'an hasn't reacted yet. She's an expert at this kind of provocation and infighting. Xu Qi'an's heart sank, and she sent a telepathic message to Chu Yuanzhen:

"Brother Chu, I have a favor to ask of you."

Chu Yuanzhen replied coldly via telepathy:

"I can't handle this!"

Xu Qi'an quickly transmitted his voice, saying, "Brother Chu, please go to the Xu Residence and invite my sister over."

A question mark crossed Chu Yuanzhen's mind.

He thought to himself, "Why did I invite Xu Lingyue over here in this situation?"

He asked telepathically, as if confirming, "Xu Lingyue?"

"Go quickly, please! Remember to tell her what happened here."

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Chu Yuanzhen left the room sullenly, and no one stopped him.

As night fell, the number of Warlock active outside decreased. He quickly walked through the corridor, intending to choose a window to escape by flying away on his sword.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard. Turning around, they saw Miao Youfang, Li Lingsu, and Yang Qianhuan walking backwards down the stairs.

"Brother Chu, I've heard that the princess of the Great Feng has arrived. I've long admired her and wish to pay her a visit."

Li Lingsu smiled and asked, "Are they in this building?"

Chu Yuanzhen said expressionlessly:

"It's at the end of the corridor, the second room. But I advise you not to go there."

Li Lingsu countered, "Why?"

The swordsman in green sighed:

"It turns out the Imperial Preceptor is actually Xu Qi'an's dao companion; the atmosphere inside the room is tense."

"!!!"

Li Lingsu and Yang Qianhuan instantly became radiant.

"Karma, Brother Yang!"

"Yes, Brother Li."

The two men were invigorated, as if they could see their great revenge being avenged and their injustices being redressed.

Li Lingsu cupped her hands in greeting, hurriedly walked past Chu Yuanzhen, and strode towards the room.

On the way, he whispered:

"Those two princesses are of mediocre appearance, and they must have been severely suppressed by the Imperial Advisor. I want to see how that Xu fellow will handle it."

"Brother Yang, you don't know, but the Imperial Preceptor also encountered a similar situation when we were in Yongzhou."

"But back then, her rival was the princess."

"Ah, the princess is truly the most beautiful woman in the world."

As he walked and talked, he quickly arrived outside the room, straightened his clothes, and knocked on the door.

The door opened automatically, and a series of cold gazes fell upon the uninvited guest who dared to provoke them at this time.

At this moment, Li Lingsu also got a clear look at the women inside the room.

First were Xu Qi'an and Luo Yuheng, who were standing side by side closest to the door.

At the round table opposite the two, from left to right, are junior sister Li Miaozhen and the disheveled fortune teller Zhong Li.

Beside Zhong Li was a woman dressed in a beautiful plum-red long dress and wearing a small phoenix crown.

She had a round, fair oval face and a pair of charming, amorous peach blossom eyes. When she looked at people, her eyes were misty and dreamy, as if they were filled with affection.

The long dress was luxurious and gorgeous, and in addition to the small phoenix crown made of gold, there were various precious headdresses.

Dressed up in a flamboyant manner.

The Holy Son has always disliked women who dress up excessively, believing that they lack confidence in their own beauty and therefore rely on clothing and jewelry to compensate.

But it only highlights their vulgarity.

However, the woman in the red dress before us, with her beauty and poise, perfectly carried off the magnificent and elaborate headdress.

It even makes one feel that only by dressing like this can her beauty be highlighted.

Beside this elegant and imposing woman was a woman wearing a plain-colored long dress with her hair simply tied up.

Unlike the former, her attire was elegant and simple, but it was this simple outfit that, combined with her cool and aloof temperament, seemed to highlight her nobility.

Her eyes were like a cold, autumnal pool, and her lips like a touch of rouge.

"Autumn waters for spirit, jade for bones," Li Lingsu murmured to herself.

Beside this elegant beauty was a little beauty, wearing a yellow dress, with big, round eyes that, combined with her oval face, exuded a lively and bright charm.

A dozen seconds later, Li Lingsu turned her rusty neck to look at Yang Qianhuan on her left, and transmitted her voice in a trembling voice:

"They are all Xu Qi'an's confidantes?"

This does not include his junior sister, Li Miaozhen.

Yang Qianhuan scoffed, "Vulgar and tasteless."

"I actually believed you." Li Lingsu staggered back a few steps, looking utterly devastated.

At this moment, Luo Yuheng said coldly:

"Is something the matter?"

Li Lingsu opened her mouth, and said with difficulty, "No, it's nothing."

He suddenly lost interest in watching the show, because seeing so many beauties vying for Xu Qi'an's affections would only make him feel more upset and resentful.

"Get lost if you have nothing to say!"

Li Miaozhen said angrily.

Snap!

The door was closed.

"No, don't go!" Xu Qi'an weakly clenched his right hand a few times.

Li Lingsu, supporting herself against the wall, walked slowly down the corridor, and said softly:

I lost, I lost miserably.

"Brother Yang, I now fully understand your despair."

Miao Youfang grinned. "Damn, she's gorgeous! More beautiful than any courtesan I've ever seen. And she gives off a completely different vibe."

Li Lingsu had no interest in teaching him what temperament, charm, or the beauty nurtured in a life of luxury meant.

As the three reached the top of the stairs, a piercing scream came from the window facing the stairs.

A flash of sword light swept through the window and came to a steady stop in front of them.

It was Chu Yuanzhen who left and then returned.

Behind him was a young girl wearing a light blue jacket and a matching long, loose skirt. Her hair was loose, her face was bare, her eyes were bright and clear, and her features had a three-dimensional quality rarely seen in women from the Central Plains.

What a beautiful and refined white lotus flower!

The saint's dull and indifferent eyes instantly brightened, regaining some of their liveliness.

To his disappointment, Bai Lianhua merely glanced at him and then turned away from his handsome face without a second thought.

They followed Chu Yuanzhen with small, quick steps to a room deep in the corridor.

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Li Lingsu's face was filled with despair. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Brother Yang, let's form an alliance."

"An alliance?"

"Fight against Xu Qi'an!"

Yang Qianhuan was silent for a few seconds, then reached out her hand behind her, and Li Lingsu also reached out her hand.

Two hands clasped together:

"Good brother!"

P. S.: I took a nap. I'll correct the typos tomorrow. Going back to sleep.