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All we ask for is that the Book of Immortals forever guard the Heavenly Way and not fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives.
As she spoke, her gaze seemed to drift, intentionally or unintentionally, over the gradually darkening corpse of the Dark River Assassin on the ground.
The mouths, still stained with deadly poison, wore sinister smiles, creating an eerie contrast with the bustling, lively atmosphere of the street.
Wei Changxuan's heart stirred slightly, and he cupped his hands in greeting, saying: "Miss Yueyao is very kind."
Do you know where this immortal book is currently hidden?
Before the words were even finished, a faint, almost imperceptible spiritual energy suddenly began to circulate in the air, carrying a crisp, chilling sensation. (bhei)
Just as Yueyao was about to speak, she suddenly stopped and looked up at the night sky.
Before I knew it, a full moon had quietly climbed to its zenith, its bright light spilling like mercury onto the ground.
The raindrops sprinkled on the carved beams and painted rafters of Zuixianlou, giving them a cool, silvery edge.
The copper bells on the eaves tinkled softly even without wind.
The moon rises brightly, and there are outstanding people.
A clear, melodious male voice, like the sound of jade being struck, suddenly came from the rooftop.
It startled a flock of crows perched on the treetops.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in white leaning against the eaves.
The moonlight bathed his wide sleeves in a soft glow, and the jade flute hanging at his waist gleamed with a warm luster under the moonlight.
She seemed like a celestial being who had stepped out of a painting, yet she also possessed a touch of untamed freedom.
The night was as dark as ink, but the bright moon in the sky gilded it with a layer of silver gauze.
Everyone looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a moon-white figure standing on the upturned eaves of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
The man held a smooth jade flute, his wide sleeves billowing in the wind, and the luminous pearls adorning his silver crown shimmered in the moonlight.
She seemed to blend into the moonlight, exuding a serene and otherworldly aura.
The copper bells on the eaves tinkled, as if playing music for his entrance.
Chapter 379 Young Master Liu Yue Arrives!
Young Master Liu Yue! Lei Mengsha gripped the hilt of his sword tightly at his waist.
His voice held both surprise and wariness, and his handsome face instantly tensed.
He was naturally aware of the formidable reputation of this Eighth Young Master of Beili—Liu Yue.
Not only is his literary talent unparalleled in Beili, but he also possesses unparalleled martial arts skills.
Backed by the mysterious and unpredictable Red Sleeve Pavilion, their actions are always unpredictable and treacherous.
Young Master Liu Yue lowered his eyes and smiled lightly. He tapped the eaves with his jade flute and leaped down as lightly as a drifting cloud.
She landed silently, with only the hem of her dress, embroidered with gold thread depicting lotus blossoms, swaying slightly.
Upon closer inspection, he had a pair of captivating eyes, with slightly upturned corners that seemed to hold a hint of affection.
The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was as red as dripping blood, making his almost otherworldly handsomeness even more breathtaking.
But the cold glint in his eyes revealed that this person was not as carefree and unrestrained as he appeared.
Brother Lei, it's been a long time. Young Master Liu Yue casually twirled his jade flute.
His gaze swept over the corpse of the assassin from the underground river on the street, and a half-smile curled at the corner of his lips.
I've stumbled upon quite a show. Before the words were even finished,
He suddenly turned his gaze to Yueyao, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:
Miss Yueyao, Tianwaitian has gone a bit too far this time, coming down from the top of the sea of clouds.
Yueyao's fingertips lightly caressed the silver bracelet on her wrist, her clear, cool voice completely calm:
What does Young Master Liu Yue mean by this? The Heavenly Realm always acts in accordance with the laws of Heaven and has no need to explain itself to the forces of the Northern Li.
The white-clad attendant behind her quietly took half a step forward, his body radiating a chilling aura that condensed into frost flowers, gleaming with a faint blue hue under the moonlight.
Young Master Liu Yue did not respond, but merely chuckled softly.
The laughter was clear and bright, like the clash of metal, yet it carried a subtle sense of oppression.
He suddenly turned around, his peach blossom eyes staring straight at Wei Changxuan, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's:
This must be Young Master Wei? He shattered the Dark River Steel Longsword with a single hand.
This level of cultivation truly makes him a young hero. As he spoke,
His aura subtly emanated outwards, and beneath his seemingly casual stance lay a deadly move that could be unleashed at any moment.
Wei Changxuan calmly circulated his spiritual energy, while maintaining a gentle smile on his face.
He noticed the faint emblem of the Red Sleeve Pavilion engraved on the end of the jade flute of Young Master Liu Yue.
And the sword tassel faintly visible beneath the hem of his robe—this was no ordinary scholar-gentleman; he was clearly a top-tier master who concealed his brilliance beneath a refined exterior.
The moment their eyes met, an invisible spark seemed to fly in the air, and a silent contest began.
Asking for flowers
Wei Changxuan stood with his hands behind his back, the moonlight gilding the edges of his black robes with silver, his aura as steady as a mountain.
He nodded slightly, his voice clear and melodious like the sound of a chime: "Young Master Liu Yue is too kind."
May I ask what brings you here so late at night, young master?
What seemed like an ordinary inquiry was actually a cover for his guard up; he was secretly circulating his inner energy through his meridians.
Young Master Liu Yue gently rubbed the jade flute against his palm, the warm, smooth jade shimmering with a hazy glow.
His peach blossom eyes curved slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes:
I dare not presume to offer guidance. I have merely heard that several influential figures have arrived in Qiandong City, stirring up quite a stir.
Liu, unable to contain his curiosity, came to meet this legendary hero.
Before the words were even finished, the jade flute had already gracefully swept across the air, drawing a faintly glowing silver arc that left a fleeting afterimage in the night.
In an instant, the clear and melodious sound of the flute rose into the air, like a babbling brook flowing in a secluded valley, or like the sound of pine trees rustling through the moonlit night.
Wei Changxuan's expression hardened slightly as he keenly sensed something hidden within the seemingly melodious tune.
It contained an inner force as fine as silkworm silk.
The internal energy, like an invisible spider web, coiled around the major acupoints of everyone's bodies.
Even the wine flags on the street started fluttering for a long time without any wind.
Chapter 380 Testing the Waters!
Be careful! Mu Nanzhi waved her jade-like hand lightly, and a faint golden talismanic light emanated from her plain wide sleeves.
Behind her, Yan Lingji's fingertips flared with ghostly blue flames, colliding fiercely with the invisible pressure created by the sound of the flute.
Lei Mengsha bit his lower lip tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, his hand gripping the sword trembling slightly—the sound of the flute had transformed into a thousand troops.
The sound of clashing weapons made his eardrums ache, and even breathing became difficult.
The sound of Liu Yue Gongzi's flute suddenly turned urgent, the melody transforming into a sharp and murderous tone.
The lanterns in front of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion swayed violently, their candlelight flickering, and withered leaves on the ground were swept up by an invisible force.
They formed a menacing vortex in the air.
The street vendors scattered in fright, and the entire street fell into an eerie silence, with only the sound of the flute and the buzzing of internal energy echoing through the air.
Wei Changxuan snorted coldly, and the Earth Book in his sleeve emitted a dark golden light.
He flicked his finger, and a mysterious rune escaped from his sleeve, spreading out in ripples.
The air trembled slightly wherever the runes passed.
The sound of Liu Yue Gongzi's flute abruptly stopped, and the originally continuous melody suddenly broke into a shrill sound, with fine cracks even appearing on the jade flute.
A hint of surprise flashed in Liu Yue Gongzi's peach blossom eyes, then he clapped his hands and laughed:
Well done, Wei Changxuan! To be able to withstand the pressure of my Nine Heavens Soaring Melody, you truly live up to your reputation.
He put away the jade flute, his fingertips tracing the cracks in its body, but a gleam of excitement ignited in his eyes.
It seems this treasure hunt is getting more and more interesting.
Young Master Liu Yue's fingers tightened slightly as he held the jade flute.
The moonlight swept across the vermilion birthmark between his brows, making that bright red color even more alluring.
The lingering notes of the flute, shattered by the power of the Earth Book, still echoed as he gazed at the composed Wei Changxuan.
The surprise in his eyes instantly turned into a delighted smile: Young Master Wei's cultivation level is truly hidden.
Young Master Liu Yue's attempt to test the waters with his flute disturbed the peace and was therefore impolite.
Wei Changxuan's tone remained gentle, yet there seemed to be frost and snow hidden between his words.
His hands, which were behind his back, gently pressed on the Earth Book. The spiritual energy tremors left from the previous battle were still faintly flowing in his sleeves.
The street lanterns swayed in the night breeze, casting long shadows of the two figures facing each other onto the mottled bluestone slabs.
Young Master Liu Yue tucked the shattered jade flute into his sleeve, and as his wide sleeves rolled up, a faint fragrance wafted out.
He suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute, his posture seemingly humble, but a sharp edge was hidden in his eyes:
I apologize for my abruptness. However, given the turbulent situation in Qiandong City, I must carefully ascertain Young Master Wei's stance.
Stance? Wei Changxuan raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of casual doubt.
"Indeed." Young Master Liu Yue's expression suddenly turned cold, and the hidden sword energy in his sleeve inadvertently leaked out.
The dead leaves at his feet were shredded into powder. Assassins from the Dark River, venerable figures from the Outer Heavens, and iron cavalry from the Peerless City—all forces gathered here for the secret treasure of the Immortal Book.
Young Master Wei's ability to break the Dark River Steel Blade with one hand demonstrates his strength of 4.8, which is enough to change the situation, naturally making him a sought-after figure.
Wei Changxuan chuckled upon hearing this, his moon-white robes billowing in the wind like drifting clouds in the night sky.
Young Master Liu Yue is too kind. We are merely wandering travelers passing through this place, with no intention of getting involved in the conflict.
Despite this, he remained secretly wary—Liu Yue's probing clearly indicated that she considered him a significant opponent.