Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Late at night, the atmosphere in Jun Lingyuan's room was extremely depressing.

The cold wind blew in from the window, and the brazier in the hall emitted a faint light, reflecting Jun Lingyuan's stern face.

Suddenly, a light sound of footsteps broke the silence. Qian San walked into the room silently, knelt in front of Jun Lingyuan, and said respectfully: "Master, I have intelligence to report."

Jun Lingyuan raised his head slightly, his eyes sweeping across Qian San's face through the dim candlelight, his voice low and cold: "Speak."

Qian San didn't dare look up, his tone tinged with nervousness and caution. "Regarding the investigation of the Saint, I've been searching for some time, but I haven't found out when the Black Blood Cult found her. She seems to have suddenly appeared in Xingyao City, with no previous signs of her presence. Furthermore, the Black Blood Cult members we've been investigating seem to have been replaced... with no trace left at all."

Jun Lingyuan's eyes became even colder, his brows furrowed slightly. After a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, "Didn't you find out when she showed up?"

"Yes, Master," Qian San continued, "We've been monitoring the Black Blood Cult's movements, but have never found any trace of this Saint. She seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and she's now appearing frequently in Xingyao City. I speculate that she may have undergone some changes within the Black Blood Cult, or perhaps her identity itself is unknown."

Jun Lingyuan listened to Qian San's report, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to the window. The night was as dark as ink, quiet and deep.

The sound of the wind came from afar, carrying an indescribable feeling of oppression.

"You're right." Jun Lingyuan spoke slowly, his voice low and cold, "It seems there are changes within the Black Blood Cult."

Qian San lowered his head, not daring to disturb him, and waited quietly for Jun Lingyuan's instructions.

Jun Lingyuan stood up slowly, his steps steady and each step seemed to be stepping on the heavy air.

"This person... is an unknown existence." He muttered to himself, his eyes looking through the night outside the window, as if looking into the distance. "I must find her true identity as soon as possible."

He stopped and turned around suddenly, with a sharp light in his eyes, as if he could see through every subtle movement of Qiansan.

"Find out her past and find out her connection to the Black Blood Cult." Jun Lingyuan said coldly, "No matter who she is, she is now standing before us."

Qian San nodded respectfully, "I understand, Pavilion Master. I will quickly investigate the Saint's origins and background."

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The next morning, Jun Lingyuan sat in the spacious restaurant as usual, and a delicious meal had already been placed on the table.

The warm tea vapor rises in the air, exuding a light and elegant fragrance.

However, his eyes did not linger on the food, and his mind seemed to still be distracted by Qiansan's message from last night.

The guards began to busy themselves in the hall, preparing Jun Lingyuan's breakfast.

At this time, he found that Feng Qingyue was not in the hall. He felt confused and asked the guards in a low voice whether they had seen Feng Qingyue.

The guard hesitated for a moment, then replied respectfully, "Pavilion Master, Miss Feng and Miss Su Jin, who was with her, left home long ago. I have no idea where they went."

"Where did she go again?" Jun Lingyuan whispered to himself, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Although he did not express any emotions directly, he felt an unspeakable uneasiness deep in his heart.

He waved his hand gently, signaling the guards to retreat, and fell into deep thought.

However, before Jun Lingyuan came back to his senses from his thoughts, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qingyue rushed into the guest room panting, followed closely by Su Jin and Lan Mo.

What puzzled Jun Lingyuan was that there was a person on Lan Mo's back - the person was thin, his clothes were tattered, he seemed to be seriously injured, his face was pale and he looked very weak.

Feng Qingyue saw Jun Lingyuan stand up, and her anxiety made her unable to pay attention to him for a moment.

She spoke anxiously: "Ling Yuan, don't ask, just look at him first—he's seriously injured!"

Jun Lingyuan frowned slightly, his heart filled with doubts. "What's going on?" He said in a low voice, his brows furrowed.

Lan Mo carefully placed the man on the bed, his movements extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting the injured person.

The man was covered in blood and his face was pale. It was obvious that he was in critical condition.

Feng Qingyue stood beside the bed, her eyes anxious and her lips moving slightly, but she seemed to have difficulty finding the right words to explain it all.

Feng Qingyue couldn't wait to instruct Su Jin: "Su Jin, show him now!"

Su Jin hurried forward and lowered his head to examine the injured man. His eyes were calm and professional. "Qingyue, he's fine. He has a lot of external injuries and is bleeding heavily, but they're not fatal. I'll prescribe some medicine and he'll be fine after some rest."

Feng Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief, her expression slightly relaxed. She then turned around, picked up the prescription, and handed it to Lan Mo: "Lan Mo, go get the medicine yourself and boil it."

"Yes, Miss." Lan Mo nodded in response, turned around and left quickly.

Jun Lingyuan stood beside the bed, his eyes stern, his brows furrowed. "Qingyue, who is this person?"

Feng Qingyue glanced at Jun Lingyuan with a complicated expression, but she remained calm: "Su Jin, you watch him here, Lingyuan, let's talk outside." As she spoke, she pulled Jun Lingyuan up and prepared to walk out of the room.

Jun Lingyuan frowned slightly, but did not resist. He followed Feng Qingyue out of the guest room, his tone still calm: "Okay, tell me, who is he?"

Feng Qingyue shook her head slightly, her voice low and confused, "I don't know either... but he seems to know me, and I have a strange feeling that I seem to be somewhat familiar with him."

She paused, her eyes a little dazed, "Oh, by the way, I met him once when I was in Beiming, and I even invited him to dinner then."

Jun Lingyuan frowned, his eyes sharp: "Then how did he get injured? And where did you meet him? Are you okay?"

After hearing this, Feng Qingyue felt a little relieved of the slight uneasiness in her heart. She shook her head and said firmly: "I'm fine. This morning, I was going to check out the nearby farmland with Su Jin. Not long after I went out, I met him. He seemed to be running away from something, and there were obvious scars on his body." Feng Qingyue's voice was a little low, as if she herself did not fully understand the truth.

After Jun Lingyuan finished listening, his expression remained solemn, the doubt in his eyes still lingering. "You didn't ask why he was injured?"

Feng Qingyue sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Before he could even finish his words, he fainted with a look of pain on his face."

"Okay, let's wait until he wakes up." Jun Lingyuan's tone was flat, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to get an answer.

Feng Qingyue nodded, but a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. "Ling Yuan, what do you think is going on?"

Jun Lingyuan stared at her with a deep gaze, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes: "The situation is unclear now. You must be careful."

Feng Qingyue frowned slightly, lowered her head slightly, and a hint of hesitation appeared in her eyes: "I will."

"Yeah." Jun Lingyuan nodded and turned his gaze back to the room. "If he wakes up, tell me anytime."

Feng Qingyue nodded slightly and returned to her room with a heavy heart.