Female lead: No, it's me again??

Hong Guoli couldn't understand why such a monstrous cultivator would emerge from this remote town!

Feng Siyue snatched the porcelain bottle from the table, turned and left with a cold face, "Shopkeeper, if my information is exposed here, I don't mind coming back to have a good chat with you again."

"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"

Even after the two had walked several meters away from the door, they could still hear the middle-aged man begging for mercy.

Xuan Li chuckled, "I must say, Feng Siyue, you can be quite intimidating when you get serious."

Feng Siyue sighed helplessly, "The situation forces me to be tough. If I don't act tough, we'll be the ones getting bullied."

"What if you can't sell these pills?"

"Just leave it there; it won't spoil anytime soon anyway."

After this experience, Feng Siyue temporarily put aside this idea.

The two of them had lunch at a random restaurant.

When the dishes were served, Feng Siyue asked the waiter, "Waiter, do you know where Fan Hua Village is?"

"Fragrant Flower Village?"

"I don't know about that. There are tens of thousands of villages and towns in Qinghe and Luozhou. It's not easy to find a town. Why don't you go to the nearest city, Yangui, and ask?"

"There's a branch of the Thousand Paths Pavilion there; they might have the information you need."

"Qiandao Pavilion?"

The waiter was very enthusiastic. "Yes, Yan Gui City is located 20 kilometers southwest of this town."

Feng Siyue nodded. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

After finishing their meal, the two rode the Swiftwind Bird and sped towards Yan Gui City.

Yan Gui City was one of the more prosperous cities in Qinghe Luozhou.

As a second-rate power in the Illusionary Universe Continent, the Thousand Paths Pavilion makes a living by buying and selling information, and their influence can be found in almost all five continents.

Because they are only responsible for selling information, their stance is relatively neutral.

The reason they have been able to stand firm in the Illusionary Universe Continent may be because they have a Spirit Saint in charge.

Or perhaps, it's a marriage arrangement between the Pavilion Master's eldest son and Lu Rong, the Holy Maiden of the Taiqing Sword Sect, a top-tier power in Zhongzhou.

It veered off course.

Qiandao Pavilion is a five-story building located in the south of Yan Gui City.

The higher the floor, the more valuable the information, and the higher the price to pay.

In the bustling hall, Feng Siyue found an empty seat and asked, "I need the location of Prosperous Flower Village."

The person at the counter didn't even look up. "Excuse me, the information about Fan Hua Cun needs to be purchased on the third floor. Please go to the third floor."

Third floor?

"Okay, thank you."

Feng Siyue led Xuan Li towards the stairs to the right of the counter, wondering, "Why is the information about Prosperous Flower Village on the third floor?"

"I wonder if there's some other reason behind the Flower Village?"

Otherwise, why would someone buy a regular spot on the third floor?

The two arrived at the third floor, where a few people were scattered around, and there were two or three sect disciples dressed in black and white Taoist robes.

Seeing that no one was at the counter, Feng Siyue and her companion stood aside and waited.

"Da da da."

A middle-aged man dressed in brocade robes slowly ran down the stairs to the fourth floor. After descending the stairs, he jogged to the sect disciples and respectfully handed them a white jade slip.

He said to the icy-cold woman at the head of the group, "Miss Lu, the information you requested is in the jade slip. Please keep it safe."

"Okay, thank you."

"Miss Lu, you're too kind."

Lu Rong led the group away.

"Shopkeeper, I need news about Prosperous Flower Village."

Lu Rong, who was about to descend the stairs, stopped. She turned to look at Feng Siyue and the other person. The Flower Village was a sect mission of the Taiqing Sword Sect, and they...

Could they be from the Hibiscus Sect or the Yanji Holy Land?

Lu Rong looked at Feng Siyue, who was dressed in black, and silently extended her spiritual sense.

Eighth-level Grand Spirit Master?

very young.

She then looked at Xuan Li beside her.

Lu Rong's pupils twitched slightly. It was strange; why did she appear to have no cultivation at all?

Hidden?

With that thought in mind, Lu Rong went downstairs and left.

Oh well, we'll meet again eventually.

Seeing that they were young people who had come to buy information about Fan Hua Village, the shopkeeper took out a bamboo slip from his storage ring and handed it to them, saying, "One thousand high-grade spirit stones, no bargaining."

A single message costs a thousand high-grade spirit stones; that's really expensive.

If it weren't for the sudden windfall she received before, Feng Siyue would have felt the pinch for a long time.

She took it, paid the spirit stones, and turned to leave.

After leaving the city, the two rode the Swiftwind Bird and quickly headed south.

According to the information provided by Qiandao Pavilion, Fanhua Village is not actually called Fanhua Village, but Chunyuan Village.

Named for its year-round blooming flowers, Fanhua Village is located in the western part of Qinghe Luozhou, a hundred miles west of Qianshui City, a distance that would take at least three days for a swift bird to reach.

Feng Siyue sat cross-legged to cultivate, "Qingqing, can you keep an eye on things outside for me?"

"can."

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth spontaneously converged towards Feng Siyue, where it was absorbed, circulated, and settled, flowing back and forth.

In the evening, the two casually found an open space and set up their tent to rest.

At midnight, Feng Siyue opened her eyes, got up, and stepped out of the tent. A rustling sound rose from the rising mist around her.

Feng Siyue looked warily at her feet.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swiftly flew down from mid-air and attacked Feng Siyue's face.