Daoqi Huangcheng

Chapter 49. Dissipating Together

He methodically maintained the Underworld, and methodically returned home to reunite with his wife.
Never do anything unnecessary.

Why?

Because superiors have absolute supervisory power over subordinates.

With a single thought, one can access a map and see the movement patterns of all subordinates in Dayong.

Want to run?

Trying to exploit a loophole?

There are no doors!

Song Chen has this authority over both outer disciples and inner disciples.

Therefore, it can be easily deduced that his movements were also completely under the control of the upper echelons of the Five Elements Sect.

If Song Chen were just an outer disciple who wandered around aimlessly during the war, it wouldn't matter. But now he is a disciple of the Five Elements Sect, a core disciple. If he deviates from his proper path, even if no one looks for him at the time, he will be questioned about his past actions afterward.

He can't go anywhere.

His life became a simple routine between two points.

But how many people envy such a simple life, going straight from one point to another?

This day.
Late summer.

A sudden rainstorm at dusk turned the sky into a dusty, yellow expanse.

Song Chen was riding home when he saw the heavy rain. He quickly made a hand seal and used the rain to create a space of light that enveloped him and his horse, allowing them to escape into the distance.

The dangerous area that he used to have to carry on horseback has now become his "daily workplace".

The beam of light easily flew into the imperial capital.

The gates of the imperial capital are for ordinary people, but cultivators who have mastered the art of escape can fly around freely without the imperial guards asking any questions.

The streaking light landed in the Crane Mansion.

Ripples spread across Tianyu Lake, a gentle evening breeze caresses the water, and the Pei sisters sit in the pavilion, munching on melon seeds while admiring the lush lotus leaves and elegant lotus blossoms along the lake shore.

Behind the two women were two giggling maids, who were also tasked with "gathering gossip from the capital and reporting it to their mistresses." At the same time, they were fanning the two ladies with round fans.

A delicate fragrance wafts from the corner of the pavilion, refreshing and invigorating, and the addition of herbs helps repel mosquitoes in the summer.

The moment she saw the light, Qingyue threw away her melon seeds, stood up, grabbed her umbrella, and ran towards the light despite the rain.

When Song Chen brought her everything, she suddenly realized that love wasn't so important after all.

Moreover, when Tian Kuizi came looking for her before, she had betrayed Song Chen out of helplessness and due to information asymmetry, which made her panic. And this panic, coupled with the fear brought by her husband's evil methods, transformed into a wholehearted devotion that transcended love.

She wanted to give this man her whole heart, to give him everything that was best and gentlest.

Qingyue, holding an umbrella, came to Song Chen's side, stood on tiptoe to hold the umbrella for him, her eyes filled with affection.

Song Chen lifted her chin, looking at her delicate and lovely face.

Qingyue said, "Someone is watching."

Song Chen said, "Take a look."

When Qingyue looked again, she realized that the three people in the pavilion in the distance seemed not to have seen them at all.

She stamped her foot coquettishly, then leaned closer and said, "Husband, there's something I need to tell you."

Song Chen asked, "What is it?"

Qingyue said softly, "It's about my eldest sister. She hasn't had a man in a long time. She feels disgusted just thinking about outsiders. She wants to serve our husband together."

Song Chen thought it was something else, but it turned out to be this, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

into the night.

The Pei sisters transformed into two cities that were ravaged by the mighty army.

After the two women were completely captivated, they nestled in Song Chen's arms, their two white legs hooking around his calves and ankles on either side.

The original matter has been made clear.

Lady Asahi was very sensible.

In the past, the trick of "hanging a dried fish and letting her lick it when she was angry" could only restrain an inner disciple of the Imperial City Temple. But now that Song Chen has become a core disciple, she no longer dares to use such tricks. She simply untied herself and obediently lay on her brother-in-law's plate, letting him enjoy her.

The two women, one on each side, began to recount the news they had learned in the capital.

The maids reported to them.

They then gathered the information from the maids and, combined with what they knew, reported it to the young master there.

However, most of what they knew were the mundane gossips among the women of the capital. Even though they picked out a lot of useful information to share, Song Chen still yawned repeatedly as he listened.

A little while later, he turned around, hugged someone, and snuggled up to them from behind, falling asleep.

The next morning.

The Pei sisters cleaned his robes and combed his hair.

Both women had a delicate fragrance and an alluring scent.

Compared to the rotting corpses in the underworld, it's like comparing heaven and earth.

Song Chen had a good time, then changed into a clean, wide-sleeved black robe. Looking in the mirror, he felt he looked quite presentable and dignified.

As he stepped outside, a maid was already waiting. Upon seeing Song Chen leave, she hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and respectfully said, "Master, three people have come to the hall. They claim to be your old friends from Jinxia Mountain."

Song Chen walked through the corridor and followed the maid to the front hall, where he saw the three people, his three old friends.

Zhang Yi opened his mouth and cried out, "Master!"

He was still hesitating and stammering when Que Tan'er beside him called out sweetly, "Uncle-Master, Uncle-Master, I've finally met you!"

As she spoke, she ran to Song Chen's side with great intimacy and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. Your imposing presence has only increased since you left, Uncle-Master." Zhong Xu, on the other hand, acted with the demeanor of a gentleman, bowed gracefully, and smiled elegantly, "Zhong Xu greets Uncle-Master Song. When I learned that you had become a core disciple, I was truly shocked."

On the other side, Zhang Yi finally managed to say the words "Shishu" (a term of respect for one's senior uncle).

He glanced at Que Tan'er, who seemed like a lively and elfin sprite, and watched her lean against Song Chen like a bird circling a tree or a butterfly fluttering around a flower. A strange sense of self-mockery and relief flashed in his eyes.

He stepped forward with a magnanimous air, patted Song Chen on the shoulder, and laughed loudly, "I wonder how Uncle-Master's drinking capacity compares to that of Fengling County?"

Que Tan'er looked at him in astonishment.

Zhang Yi was also taken aback and asked, "What's wrong? Junior Sister?"

Zhong Xu laughed and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, things are different today. Have you ever seen a junior pat an elder on the shoulder?"

Seeing Zhang Yi's embarrassment, Song Chen quickly said, "Today we'll only talk about old times, not seniority. Come on, I'll take you to the best restaurant in the capital for dinner. We won't leave until we're drunk."

Seeing that his expression was genuine, Zhang Yi nodded deeply and then clenched his fist, saying, "Uncle-Master Song, I will definitely catch up with you."

His eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, a spirit like a deadly demonic blade, overflowing with bloodlust and sharp beyond description.

Song Chen encouraged him, "You can definitely do it."

Beside him, Zhong Xu chuckled and asked, "I wonder which restaurant Uncle Song considers the best in the capital?"

Que Tan'er said, "It's obvious you don't understand Uncle Song. I bet it must be Wan Fuchun."

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Wanfuchun was opened by the He family and was Song Chen's own business.

Song Chen naturally took his people to Wanfuchun for a meal.

After thirty rounds of drinks, Zhang Yi seemed preoccupied, and just like before, he suddenly collapsed with a "thud," his face slamming heavily onto the hard wooden table.

Zhong Xu was also drunk, shaking his head and humming some unknown poem.

Que Tan'er suddenly tugged at Song Chen's clothes and gave him a wink.

Song Chen was stunned for a moment, but still followed her out of the private room.

Because it was Song Chen, Wan Fuchun arranged for him to have a separate small courtyard.

Outside the private room is a small courtyard.

The courtyard was lush with flowers and leaves, and the golden sunlight made the raindrops from yesterday's downpour sparkle.

"What is it, Tan'er?"

Song Chen could no longer call her "Junior Sister," and "Junior Nephew" seemed too distant, so he started calling her by her name directly.

Que Tan'er said, "Grandpa Lieyun said that Uncle Song has a bright future and wants Tan'er to invite him to the Que family's main family for a gathering."

Grandpa Lieyun said that the Que family is loyal to the emperor and loves their country. If Uncle-Master comes, he will not regret it. On the contrary, it is those who are using the Que family's name but have done things to serve another family that will put themselves in an awkward position.

Song Chen paused for a moment, staring into Que Tan'er's beautiful, slightly coquettish eyes, and asked, "You know I've met Senior Brother Lie Yun?"

Que Tan'er smiled and said, "I am the most beloved granddaughter of Grandpa Lieyun. It was all his arrangement that I was assigned to Jinxia Mountain. He said that among the five elements, one must specialize in one. Metal-type sword cultivators are less dependent on the environment and have a broader future."

After thinking for a moment, she suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Tan'er was originally unable to cultivate, and could only absorb the energy of others. It was only because Grandpa Lieyun gave me half a human pill that I was able to reach a higher level. Tan'er knows everything."

Then she said softly, "Although the Zhong family's status is not that high, the Zhong family also has members of the Five Elements Sect, and Zhong Xu knows that too."

As she spoke, she sighed softly, "There's nothing we can do about it."

Song Chen's pupils contracted subtly.

If the two of them had known about the Human Elixir beforehand, then their seemingly friendly interactions with me and Zhang Yi would have been nothing but a joke, wouldn't they?

"Uncle-Master~~"

Tan'er grabbed Song Chen's arm and acted coquettishly.

Song Chen smiled and said, "If Senior Brother Lieyun has any orders, I will be there whenever you call."

Que Tan'er exclaimed with delight, "Then it's settled!"

Song Chen nodded.

Que Tan'er said, "I knew my martial uncle was the best!"

Immediately afterward, she said softly, "As a senior disciple, the Pei family girl from the outer sect is actually no longer a good match for you."

Song Chen interrupted, "I will listen to Master completely."

Que Tan clearly knew that his "master" was of high status, so he stuck out his tongue and said, "Uncle-Master is really amazing. I also want that person to match us up."

After the banquet.
The three rode away and returned to Jinxia Mountain.

On the high tower of Wanfuchun, Song Chen gazed into the distance.

He was holding a piece of paper between his fingers. The paper read: Before the Qi Gathering Four Realms Trial, escape!
The font is a delicate, feminine style, quite different from his.

But this is what he wrote.

The font is merely a disguise.

This note was originally written to Zhang Yi.

But who is Zhang Yi? Does he really know?

Is Zhang Yi truly a human pill cultivator, or a promising cultivator valued by his sect? Can he really be sure?

escape?
Is it possible to escape?

Giving him this note—is it helping him, harming him, or even harming myself?
嗤.
Wow.
Song Chen clenched his fist with five fingers, and the paper strip turned into powder, flowing away between his fingers.

The innocent friendships of the past have also vanished.

(End of this chapter)