After being expelled from the sect, I became the villain mentor

"It's easy to find that person now," Yun Yi explained with a bitter face. "The flower farmers on Flower God Island usually only grow one or two kinds of flowers. In order to build scale and establish a brand, we can go see which flower farmers are selling crabapples and ask them if any suspicious people have bought crabapples recently."

Just as Yu Nian and the others were preparing to take action, Xiao Muyu walked in quickly from outside the hall.

"Yu Nian, the results are out."

As he spoke, Xiao Muyu took out a piece of letter paper and handed it to Yu Nian. "After testing by dozens of monks skilled in medicine, they discovered that the wine you brought back from the Mingqian wine cellar all contained the same poison. Although we don't know the name of this poison yet, it is extremely cold and can destroy the balance of yin and yang in the human body, turning yang into yin. It can also suppress or even devour the spiritual power of monks."

Yu Nian quickly reviewed the doctors' findings, then looked at the female disciples waiting at the door. "Okay, we got it. Xiao Muyu, you guys continue to study this poison... Yunxia, ​​bring your brother and the other disciple guarding the wine cellar over here. We'll go to the flower shop now."

After gathering everyone together, Yu Nian and the others left the Yun Mansion and headed to the street where flowers were sold on Huashen Island.

Because of the missing persons case, there were not many people on the streets even though tomorrow was the Flower Goddess Festival.

"Auntie, which store around here sells crabapple flowers?" Yu Nian randomly found a flower shop and asked the lady who was guarding the shop.

The old lady yawned and pointed listlessly in a direction, "Over there, Aunt Zhao's family is selling crabapples."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Yu Nian and others arrived at Aunt Zhao's flower shop, which sold crabapples, but found that the shop was closed, so they had to walk to the lily shop opposite the shop.

In the flower shop, a mother and daughter were working. The mother was pruning the lilies, and the young girl was arranging the bouquets.

"Miss, can I ask where the owner of Aunt Zhao's flower shop across the street has gone?" Yu Nian asked.

The girl put down the work in her hands, raised her head and looked at Yu Nian and Ling Cang behind her. Her face instantly turned red with shyness and her tongue was tied. "That, that..."

Then they kept talking for a long time, and then the woman who was trimming the branches next to them spoke, "Oh, you mean Aunt Zhao? Business has been bad lately, so she only opens the shop half a day. She's probably drinking wine at the Nanfeng Pavilion right now. You'll definitely find her if you go there!"

Yu Nian was stunned for a moment, then thanked him, “Thank you.

So we're going to a brothel? That's really...exciting~

It is said that in ancient times, the most unmissable places were brothels and prostitute houses. Nowadays, as long as chickens and ducks are not raised in farms, they are mostly illegal.

But it was different in ancient times. Not only was it a legal livelihood, but these places of brothels also gathered many beauties of all kinds, all kinds of delicious food and fun things, making it a paradise on earth.

Although the world of cultivation is not ancient, it should be close to it.

As a people's teacher with high moral character, Yu Nian was encountering these things for the first time. He was full of anticipation, his heart beat faster, and he quickened his pace.

But before Yu Nian and others reached the gate of Nanfeng Pavilion, Yun Yi sent hundreds of disciples following him to trot into Nanfeng Pavilion in advance.

By the time Yu Nian reached the gate of Yihong Courtyard, two Yun Clan disciples had already dragged out Aunt Zhao, the crabapple farmer.

Yu Nian: “…”

Staring at the bustling Nanfeng Pavilion filled with handsome men, Yu Nian, who was standing outside the threshold, silently put down her raised foot, her heart sank.

At the end, he took a reluctant peek inside, but quickly looked away, trying hard to maintain his upright image.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Ling Cang's faint voice sounded again.

Yu Nian said silently, "Nothing, I just feel a little cold."

I feel so cold.

"Master, are you kidding? This Flower God Island is currently in the transition period between spring and summer. Summer is about to begin, so the weather should be getting warmer."

Ling Cang's face was cold as he continued, "What's more, Master and I are both Ice Spiritual Root cultivators. The colder the place, the more beneficial it is to our cultivation. The colder the place, the more comfortable we will feel. How could Master feel cold?"

Yu Nian was speechless.

"If Master really feels cold and uncomfortable..."

Ling Cang took off his black robe decorated with intricate gold patterns in public, then walked towards Yu Nian and put the robe on her shoulders.

Feeling the weight of an extra piece of clothing on his body, Yu Nian looked into the eyes of Ling Cang in front of him, his expression somewhat dull.

Ling Cang said in a low voice, "Master, just wear my clothes. Ling Cang won't be cold."

Then, Yu Nian looked at Ling Cang, who was only wearing a black inner garment, and walked towards the flower farmer Aunt Zhao and began to interrogate her.

Seeing that Aunt Zhao was an ordinary middle-aged woman, not a cultivator, Ling Cang immediately dismissed the possibility that she was a thief and asked directly, "In the past twenty days, have any unusual customers come to your store to buy crabapple flowers?"

Aunt Zhao was bright and beautiful, and she flirted with Ling Cang, "We have so many customers every day. If it weren't for someone as outstanding as you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to remember them all~"

Ling Cang narrowed his eyes, his voice cold and terrifying, his expression like a living devil, "I clearly remember that business in Flower Street has been bad recently, and the number of customers is very scarce."

Seeing this, Aunt Zhao swallowed her saliva, realizing that Ling Cang was not someone to be trifled with, and that she would not be able to get away with being so vague.

She thought hard but couldn't think of anything strange.

There are very few young people hanging out these past two days, and the only people who come to their store every day are a few old men and old ladies... yes, old ladies!

"Now that you mention it, there's one person who's quite strange," Aunt Zhao continued, pondering. "Ever since the God Worship Festival, there's been an old lady who looks to be in her seventies or eighties who always likes to come to our house to buy crabapple blossoms. She arrives every day at noon, unwaveringly, with a basket of flowers."

old lady?!

It might be a disguise technique, just like the one used by Doctor Zhang whom they had met in Wangxiangyi.

Ling Cang frowned and continued, "Do you know what this old lady's name is and where she lives?"

"Oh, young man, we don't ask guests such personal questions!" Aunt Zhao looked embarrassed and muttered softly, "If we were to ask, we would ask a young and handsome man. Who would ask an old lady?"

Ling Cang was silent, lost in thought.

"Young friend Ling, do you want to send people to Flower Street now, surround Aunt Zhao's flower shop and wait for this person to be captured?" Yun Yi asked.

"No need." Ling Cang said expressionlessly, "Any movement will easily alert the enemy. We haven't rested for several days. Let's go back and get some sleep. We'll act tomorrow morning."

Be able to respond to changes with constancy, conserve your energy, and then capture the enemy in one fell swoop when the time comes.