A Nighttime Meeting

Haoqi Tower, tea room.

When Xu Qi'an returned, he saw the white-haired, refined and handsome Grand Eunuch, who was still dressed in a sky-blue robe, his eyes filled with an indescribable sense of vicissitude.

In addition, there was a tall, imposing man with a stern expression.

He sat upright and expressionless at the coffee table, looking very serious.

Wei Yuan sat at the table, carefully sipping his fragrant tea, and said, "The mirror has recognized you as its master, and I am temporarily entrusting it to you for safekeeping."

"The first people to contact you were indeed from the Earth Sect, and they were determined to kill you."

"Yang Jinluo has driven them back, so you're safe for now. But for a long time to come, there will be watchful eyes and Nightwatchers around your house."

Xu Qi'an frowned. He wasn't surprised by Wei Yuan's actions. When he asked him to reply to Number Nine yesterday, he had already revealed the Grand Eunuch's idea of "double-crossing" him.

His dissatisfaction stemmed from the fact that the boss hadn't handled the matter properly, allowing the person to escape and leaving behind such a significant hidden danger.

"The Yin Spirit of the Earth Sect is invisible and intangible, making it difficult to kill," Wei Yuan explained, then lowered his head to drink his tea.

This relates to the strengths and weaknesses of different systems.

Yang Yan waved his hand, and the mirror flew through the air to Xu Qi'an, hovering there motionless.

Xu Qi'an took the mirror, put it in his pocket, bowed, and left Haoqi Tower.

Sitting upright like a pine tree, Yang Yan said in a low voice, "Father, I cannot retain the Yin spirit."

Wei Yuan smiled gently and said, "Why should we stay?"

Yang Yan didn't understand, and his brows furrowed.

Wei Yuan smiled calmly, "If you're not good at it, someone else is."

Xu Qi'an left the Nightwatchers's office, bought two bags of fried beans, and eagerly went to curry favor with his superior.

Li Yuchun was reviewing documents at his desk, without even looking up.

"Brother Chun, I bought you some fried beans," Xu Qi'an blurted out on the spur of the moment.

"Brother Chun? "Li Yuchun raised her head and looked at him with a serious expression.

"Boss," Xu Qi'an added.

"Okay, put it on the table." Li Yuchun said, then continued to bury himself in the documents.

Xu Qi'an peeked around and asked, "Boss, are you investigating the saltpeter mine case?"

"Zhu Guangxiao is recuperating from his injuries, and Song Tingfeng is taking a break. Why aren't you staying home?" Li Yuchun asked, then nodded.

"I'm currently in charge of this case."

"Since I have nothing else to do, I might as well come to the yamen to familiarize myself with the surroundings." Xu Qi'an tentatively asked, "Is this matter related to the Demon Race? If it's confidential, then pretend I didn't ask."

Li Yuchun grabbed a few roasted beans and popped them into his mouth, saying as he ate, "I can't tell you the details of the case, but I'll tell you what I can. My initial suspicion is that remnants of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons are lurking near the capital."

"The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons?" Xu Qi'an recalled the history of "Sixty-Year Demon Purge".

"Although the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons remnants have been trying every means to restore it and reclaim its territory over the years," Li Yuchun said.

"The Buddhist School sect commands the kingdoms of the Western Regions and is incredibly powerful. Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons at its peak was no match for them. If they want to restore their kingdom, they must have other means."

Xu Qi'an's heart skipped a beat. "So, they've set their sights on our Great Feng's gunpowder? That's why that demon drove away the nearby gray households."

suddenly see the light.

Li Yuchun was busy and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Xu Qi'an tactfully replied, "That's all. You're busy. I'll practice my breathing exercises in the side hall. Please feel free to ask me anything."

Li Yuchun nodded.

After Xu Qi'an left, Chun Ge was looking up information while eating fried beans. He accidentally swept the fried beans onto the ground, and the beans scattered all over the floor.

Li Yuchun stared blankly at the beans on the ground, then covered her eyes in anguish.

In the adjacent side hall, Xu Qi'an was examining a small jade mirror when he suddenly sensed a violent fluctuation of energy emanating from next door, which subsided immediately after only a moment.

He paid no attention, pondering the purpose of the Grand Eunuch in putting him in charge of the jade mirrors.

Although the book on the ground Blood-Drip Recognition, the fact that the old Daoist priest gave him the mirror shows that the Blood-Drip Recognition is not immutable.

I'm just a lowly gong maker; there's no reason for him to entrust me with the safekeeping of such an important treasure.

Forget about it for now. Since they say there are spies watching my house, I don't need to worry about my aunt and sisters' safety for the time being.

The experts from the Earth Sect have been driven back and are unlikely to return to the capital anytime soon.

Xu Qi'an continued his breathing exercises until the day's energy dissipated, thus spending a relaxed and pleasant day.

Tonight, should I go find Fuxiang Fuxiang? Or should I go find Fuxiang?

No, no, we should save money to buy a house now and bring my second uncle and the others to live in the inner city. That would be safer.

I cannot waste money for momentary pleasure. Although the courtesan Fuxiang is deeply devoted to me and insists on not accepting money, I will still give the maids and dancers their tips.

Even a few coins are still coins.

With immense determination, Xu Qi'an turned his horse around and left the inner city.

When I got home, the streetlights were already on and the sky was a deep blue.

After finishing my meal, I climbed over the wall back to my own courtyard. In this era without cell phones and computers, and lacking nightlife, the only way to pass the time, besides going to the Imperial Academy of Music, is to write a diary entry late at night.

Fuxiang is truly an irresistible woman.

Xu Qi'an entered the room, took out the flint from the table, and lit the candle.

Suddenly, his muscles tensed, and his body froze.

An old Daoist priest in a tattered robe sat cross-legged on the bed. His gray hair was tied up with an ebony hairpin, with strands of hair hanging down in a messy manner.

It reveals an unconventional and free-spirited nature, as well as a sense of vicissitude.

"We meet again." The old Daoist priest gazed at you calmly. "Last time we parted, you were still a martial artist at the Essence Refining Realm. Now you've reached the Qi Refining Realm. You are indeed a person blessed with good fortune."

Xu Qi'an stood by the table, his body in a state of alert, as if on the verge of battle, and said in a deep voice:

"What is the Daoist priest's purpose in breaking into a private residence at night?"

The old Daoist priest was completely unconcerned about Xu Qi'an's hostility, and said in a calm tone, "I've come to tell you that my junior brother, Zi Lian, has passed away. You no longer have any worries."

"You killed him?"

"It helps him ascend to immortality."

So you've come tonight to help me achieve immortality?

Number Nine is dead, killed by this Daoist priest. If he could have dealt with Zi Lian alone, he wouldn't have needed to abandon the treasure. Xu Qi'an speculated that the old Daoist priest most likely orchestrated a conflict between two rivals, with the old man reaping the benefits.

The question is, how did he set up the ambush in advance?

"I know you, you bastard, you're stalking me again!" Xu Qi'an's lips twitched.

The fact that the old Daoist priest was able to find the Xu Residence meant that he had been following him for a long time. Therefore, he was naturally aware of the Nightwatchers and the arrangements made by the Nightwatchers.

Assassins from the Zhou Residence, Nightwatchers, and old Daoist priests. I'm just an ordinary transmigrator, and you bunch of bastards are all following me.

"I was overthinking it. He gave me this treasure, how could he not follow me and keep an eye on me?" Xu Qi'an probed, "Did you come to retrieve the Earth Book, Daoist?"

The old Daoist priest shook his head. "I already have one."

A small jade mirror slid out of his sleeve, exactly the same as the one in Xu Qi'an's arms.

"This is the ninth fragment that my junior brother was in charge of, and now it has finally been returned to its rightful owner. As for you, consider it a token of my gratitude."

Before Xu Qi'an could respond, he continued, "There are nine fragments of the Earth Book in total, which I have given to different people. You are one of those I have chosen."

"Those seven different people formed the Heaven and Earth Society."

Xu Qi'an asked, "Who are they?"

The old Daoist priest shook his head. "They each have their own identities, and come from all over the world. If you are curious, you can ask them yourself. You know how to use the Earth Book. I will not reveal anyone's identity, including yours."

"I have come here tonight to invite you to join the Heaven and Earth Society."

"Me?" Xu Qi'an asked with great suspicion, "I am just a martial artist who has just entered the Qi Refining Realm. How could I possibly be worthy of such high regard from the Daoist Master?"

"As I just said, you are a person blessed with good fortune."

Xu Qi'an's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, this old Daoist priest could see through my strange luck.

Finally, someone in the know cleared things up for me. Picking up silver coins every now and then was fun, but it didn't make me feel at ease at all.

After all, I'm a down-to-earth person.

Instead of directly revealing his inexplicable good fortune, he skillfully used persuasive techniques, saying, "Please enlighten me, Daoist Master."

PS: I'm reading a book by Youyou called "This Account is Toxic". Every time I read his books, my face hurts, and it feels like a car wheel is running over it.

That book was sold very quickly, a style completely different from mine, a serious author who sells positive energy.