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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Elegant Young Master, Xiao Ruofeng

After a moment of contemplation, Emperor Tai'an frowned slightly, as if he were pondering some important question.

After a while, he gave the order directly:

"Let Lao Jiu handle this matter! He'll know what to do."

This statement was made with great certainty and resolve.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qing was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained her composure.

He didn't say anything more, but simply nodded slightly and bowed, saying:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After speaking, he slowly withdrew from the imperial study, leaving Emperor Tai'an sitting there alone, lost in deep thought.

...

In a pavilion in a secluded courtyard in Tianqi City.

Lei Mengsha was recounting the humiliation she had suffered in Zishan City to the person opposite her with a face full of resentment.

His tone was full of anger and dissatisfaction, and his eyes flashed with fury.

You have no idea! Seventh Brother, that Demon Sword Immortal is simply too much!

What does it have to do with us disciples that his master isn't our master's rival?

Right or wrong?

I never expected that he would bully and humiliate me and Gu Laosan.

You say he's gone too far, isn't he?

Lei Mengsha slammed his fist on the table and said excitedly in a spare group chat.

His voice echoed in the courtyard, making people feel his anger and grievances.

The person whom Lei Meng called "Seventh Brother" listened quietly to what he had to say.

This man appears handsome and composed, with deep and unwavering eyes that reveal a unique quality.

This person is the seventh of the Eight Young Masters of Beili.

The elegant young master, also known as Xiao Ruofeng, is the ninth prince of Beili.

Upon hearing Lei Mengsha's words, Xiao Ruofeng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

"The term 'bullying the weak' is not quite appropriate. His master, Yu Shengmo, and our master were of the same generation."

So that Demon Sword Immortal is considered to be of the same generation as us.

If I remember correctly, he's a bit younger than you and Gu Jianmen.

Moreover, as you just mentioned, they suppressed their cultivation level to the Vajra Mortal Realm to fight you.

But you, at the peak of the Freedom Realm, couldn't even withstand three moves from your opponent? Can you blame others for calling you weak?

Upon hearing Xiao Ruofeng's words, Lei Mengsha was immediately enraged. She slammed her hand on the table and said in embarrassment and anger:

"Fine! You, Xiao Laoqi, not only will you not help me, but you also dare to mock me. What kind of junior brother is that?"

Just as Xiao Ruofeng was about to respond, a bird suddenly flew from a distance and flew straight toward him.

Xiao Ruofeng reacted quickly, extending his arm to gently guide the bird to land on it.

He skillfully removed the secret message tied to the bird's leg, then gently stroked the bird's feathers, indicating that it could leave.

He then opened the secret letter, and a smile crept onto his lips.

Lei Mengsha originally intended to continue berating Xiao Ruofeng, but when he saw Xiao Ruofeng's expression after reading the letter, he couldn't help but ask curiously:

"What exactly did the letter say that made you so happy?"

Xiao Ruofeng handed the letter directly to Lei Mengsha and said:

"The Western Chu Sword Song has reappeared! This time, the person wielding it is none other than the interesting Baili Dongjun you just mentioned."

Upon hearing this news, Lei Mengsha's eyes widened, and she exclaimed in surprise:

"Impossible! His strength is so poor, he can't even defeat a fifth-rank expert, how could he possibly master a peerless sword technique like the Western Chu Sword Song?"

After saying that, he eagerly took the secret letter that Xiao Ruofeng handed him and began to read it carefully.

Xiao Ruofeng explained with a smile, "My father asked me to go to Qiandong City to see if the Confucian Immortal of Western Chu is still alive."

If he is still alive, let me take him back to Tianqi City.

Furthermore, the academy's grand examination is approaching. If this successor of the Western Chu Sword Song possesses sufficient talent and potential, we can consider admitting him to the academy.

After reading the secret letter and listening to Xiao Ruofeng's words, Lei Mengsha nodded and said, "In that case, I'll go with you this time!"

In a pastoral area of ​​Beique, a carriage moves slowly forward, the wheels making a soft sound, as if telling a tranquil story.

The carriage was surrounded by lush green fields. A gentle breeze rustled the wheat, creating waves of golden light.

Inside the carriage sat a veiled woman, her figure appearing and disappearing like a shy flower.

This woman was none other than the eldest princess of Beique—Yueyao.

Her gaze lingered on the distance through her veil, as if she were deep in thought.

Previously, Yueyao, along with the Purple-Clad Marquis of Tianwaitian, the White-Haired Immortal, Elder Chen, and others, failed to capture Baili Dongjun in Zishan City due to Yu Tian's interference.

But they didn't come away empty-handed; at least they discovered a second person with a natural martial vein, Yu Tian.

Afterwards, Yueyao and the others split into two groups, sending Ziyi Hou, Baifa Xian, and Elder Chen back to Tianwaitian to report to Wuxiang Shi.

Yueyao sighed softly:

"I never imagined that such a talented person truly existed in this world..."

Hearing this, the maid driving the carriage asked softly, "Princess, why are you sighing?"

Yueyao shook her head:

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things from the past."

Her gaze fell on the letter in her hand, the handwriting neat and tidy.

Yueyao then put the letter in her bosom and said to the maid, "Let's continue on our way."

So they drove the carriage slowly through the fields, the wheels leaving deep and shallow tracks on the dirt road.

It seemed to reflect Yueyao's inner thoughts. Looking at the scenery outside the window, Yueyao couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Meeting the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen on a Rainy Day

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of a farmer's house.

Yueyao and her maid got out of the carriage and walked into the courtyard.

Yueyao greeted the busy farmers and asked them some questions about the crop harvest.

The farmer answered enthusiastically, his face beaming with a simple smile.

As Yueyao listened to his words, a feeling of warmth suddenly rose in her heart.

They then went into the farmer's house, stayed for a while, and then left.

As she sat in the carriage, recalling what she had just heard, her resolve to restore her kingdom wavered for the first time.

She originally thought she bore a heavy responsibility and had to strive for the restoration of Bei Que.

But now it seems that what ordinary people want more is stability and peace.

Yueyao decided to go back and carefully consider what path she should take in the future.

Time flies, and before we knew it, night had fallen like a giant black curtain, enveloping the entire city of Qiandong.

In a dimly lit room in the Western Marquis's residence in Qiandong Town, a rainy day, someone sat quietly on the bed.

He used his internal energy to slowly expel the wine he had drunk at the banquet from his body through his pores, like peeling silk from a cocoon.

As he moved, wisps of alcohol wafted into the air.

After a while, Yu Tian opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them, and muttered to himself:

"It's time to meet this Confucian immortal from Western Chu who is halfway to the realm of divine travel."

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the room like a ghost.

When the rain reappeared, it had already arrived at the backyard of the Zhenxi Marquis's residence.

His gaze was fixed on the barrier before him, which was like a thin veil, soft and transparent.

He reached out a finger and gently touched the barrier, which trembled slightly, as if stubbornly resisting his intrusion.

A faint smile appeared on his lips as he murmured softly:

"Interesting. Could this be the legendary art of Qimen Dunjia?"

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, ignoring the existence of the barrier, and slowly walked into this mysterious barrier.

Upon entering the barrier, a breathtaking sea of ​​pink flowers greets the eye, a veritable paradise that captivates the senses.