Rebirth of Jinxuan

"Yu Hang, Qian Feng, go find Sister Qing Yuan. Remember, you have to be quick!" Zhang Yuxi patted the two of them on the shoulder as if to make it easy, but her eyes flashed with a barely perceptible tension.

"Okay!" Lu Yuhang and Qian Feng agreed in unison, exchanging a glance with excitement and anticipation in their eyes.

The two quickly ran into the crowd, nimbly weaving through the bustling streets.

Zhang Yuxi followed them at a distance, making sure they didn't get out of his sight, while also being alert to any potential dangers around them.

Following Zhang Yuxi's instructions, Lu Yuhang and Qian Feng searched for Qingyuan's scent.

They arrived at the busiest street in the city, only to find a large crowd gathered there, all looking up at the sky and discussing amongst themselves.

"What's going on?" Lu Yuhang asked, puzzled.

"I don't know, let's go up and take a look." Qian Feng said, and then leaped onto the roof of the house.

Lu Yuhang followed closely behind, and the two landed lightly on the rooftop, where their view suddenly opened up.

They saw several figures darting across the rooftops in the distance; these were the same experts who had appeared earlier.

They seemed to be chasing something, moving at an astonishing speed, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

"Where did they go?" Lu Yuhang frowned, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

"Let's follow them and see." Qian Feng made a quick decision and took the lead in chasing after them. Lu Yuhang followed without hesitation. The two of them moved nimbly on the rooftop as if walking on flat ground.

"What superb agility!" A deep voice suddenly rang out, and Lu Yuhang and Qian Feng stopped in their tracks, looking warily toward the source of the voice.

A burly, middle-aged man in a brocade robe stood on a rooftop not far away, smiling at them.

This person is none other than Muwei, the head of Wangyue Hall.

"Who are you? Who are your teachers?" Muwei looked at the two men with great interest, especially Lu Yuhang, whom he keenly sensed had great potential.

"We're just passing by." Qian Feng stood in front of Lu Yuhang, his tone indifferent. He didn't like this man; he always felt there was a hint of calculation in his smile.

"Just passing by? Heh, I see your movements are far from ordinary." Mu Wei said dismissively, and continued, "Young brother, I see you have extraordinary talent and are good material for martial arts. Why don't you become my disciple? I will teach you everything I know and make you a master."

Upon hearing this, Qian Feng's face darkened. "We don't need your guidance."

"Oh? Is that so?" Mu Wei raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on Lu Yuhang. "Young man, what about you? Would you like to become my disciple?"

Just as Lu Yuhang was about to refuse, Mu Xu suddenly reached out and tried to grab Lu Yuhang's wrist to examine his bones and meridians.

"Let me see what your qualifications are..."

Lu Yuhang instinctively took a step back, dodging Mu Wei's hand. Seeing this, Qian Feng immediately stepped forward, blocking Lu Yuhang's path, and angrily demanded, "What do you want to do?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Mu Wei's eyes, but he still smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. I just want to see what kind of talent this young man has. If he is a fine talent, my Wangyue Hall will naturally be willing to teach him everything we know."

"No need, we have no interest in joining Wangyue Hall." Qian Feng's tone was firm, showing no intention of backing down.

Mu Wei's smile gradually faded, and his eyes sharpened: "Young brother, you're not giving me, Mu Wei, any face." As he spoke, he suddenly made a move, grabbing Qian Feng's wrist, and a powerful surge of internal energy flowed into Qian Feng's body, probing his bones and meridians.

Qian Feng felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if the bones were about to be crushed.

He suddenly drew the sword from his waist and stabbed at Muwei.

However, Mu Xu's strength far surpassed his, and he easily restrained his wrist and took the sword from his hand.

"Is that all you've got? You dare to be so presumptuous in front of me?" Mu Wei sneered, increasing the pressure on his hand. Qian Feng's face turned pale with pain, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing this, Lu Yuhang was extremely anxious.

Although he was young, he knew how formidable Muwei was, and that Qian Feng was no match for him.

Just as he was about to step forward to help, a clear voice suddenly rang out: "Master Mu, why make things difficult for the two children?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome man dressed in green descending from the sky and landing in front of them. This man was none other than Qingfeng, the head of the Alchemy Hall.

Upon seeing Qingfeng appear, a hint of apprehension flashed in Muwei's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "Hall Master Qingfeng, this is a matter for our Wangyue Hall. You'd better not interfere."

Qingfeng smiled slightly: "Master Mu, you're mistaken. These two children are friends of my Alchemy Hall, so naturally I can't stand idly by." As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Qian Feng and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Qian Feng shook his head, feeling extremely grateful.

Qingfeng then turned to Muwei, his tone slightly teasing: "Master Mu, are you looking to take on another disciple? I remember the last disciple you took on gave you quite a hard time."

Muwei's face darkened, clearly because Qingfeng had hit a nerve.

He snorted coldly: "Qingfeng, stop talking nonsense. It's my business whether I take on disciples or not, it's none of your concern."

"How can it be unrelated? If you take on another disciple like last time, the entire Wangyue City will be thrown into chaos." Qingfeng still smiled, but his tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

The two were locked in a fierce confrontation when a disciple rushed over and whispered a few words in Muwei's ear.

Mu Xu's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "What did you say? The demon race's aura has disappeared?"

The disciple nodded, his expression solemn.

Upon seeing this, Qingfeng's heart stirred. Could it be that the aura of the demon race had disappeared?

Muwei took a deep breath, glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, the disappearance of the demon's aura suggests something has happened. We must find this demon as soon as possible, lest things get complicated."

He took out a delicate little bell from his pocket...

Muwei gently shook the delicate little bell, and the crisp sound echoed in the air, creating visible ripples that spread outwards.

This bell, named the "Tracing Bell," is a secret treasure of the Moon Gazing Hall, capable of tracking the direction of specific auras.

As the sound of the bell spread, the pointer on the bell began to slowly turn, eventually pointing towards the west of the city.

"The west of the city?" Muwei frowned. The west of the city was the most prosperous area of ​​Wangyue City, with a dense flow of people. If Qingyuan was hiding there, the search would be extremely difficult.

Seeing this, Qingfeng took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, gently opened the cap, and a colorful butterfly flew out. After circling in the air a few times, it fluttered away towards the west of the city.

This butterfly is no ordinary butterfly, but a "tracking butterfly" cultivated by Qingfeng using a special secret method. It is extremely sensitive to the aura of demons and can accurately lock onto the target's location.

Zhang Yuxi, hiding in the shadows, witnessed everything and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Although he was incredibly strong, he dared not be careless when facing so many experts.

Qingfeng, in particular, knew that this person's strength was unfathomable, and if he were to be discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"It seems that the appearance of Qingyuan has already attracted the attention of the major forces in Wangyue City," Zhang Yuxi thought to herself. "Yuhang, you must not reveal your identity."

Seeing that both the tracking bell and the tracking butterfly pointed to the west of the city, Muwei had already made up his mind.

He waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, there is no time to lose. We must head to the west of the city immediately and bring this demon to justice!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically and followed Muwei as they sped off towards the west of the city.

For a moment, the sky above Wangyue City was filled with figures and flashing lights of various colors, just like a grand fireworks display.

Zhang Yuxi quietly followed behind the group, carefully concealing her presence.

Looking at the vast crowd ahead, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

With so many experts gathered in the west of the city, can Qingyuan really escape?

He subconsciously touched the jade pendant at his waist, a gift Yu Hang had given him when he was a child, which had now become his only solace.

Thinking of Yu Hang, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes. No matter what, he had to protect his son and never let him get hurt.

As the group ventured deeper into the western part of the city, the pointer of the tracking bell spun faster and faster, and the tracking butterflies began to hover erratically in the air, seemingly having locked onto the target location.

Upon seeing this, Muwei was overjoyed, realizing that Qingyuan was nearby.

He quickened his pace and ran in the direction indicated by the tracking butterfly, with the others following closely behind, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Zhang Yuxi followed at a distance, his anxiety growing. He felt like a cheetah lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

Just then, the tracking butterfly suddenly stopped, circled in the air a few times, and slowly landed in front of an ancient courtyard gate.

Upon seeing this, Muwei's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said in a deep voice, "This is the place!"

He slapped open the courtyard gate and rushed in first, followed closely by the others, who then surrounded the entire courtyard.

Zhang Yuxi hid behind the crowd and secretly looked into the courtyard. She saw that the courtyard was empty, with only a few ancient trees swaying gently in the breeze.

"Strange, where is she?" Muwei frowned and looked around, but found no trace of Qingyuan.

Qingfeng walked to the spot where the tracking butterfly had landed, observed it carefully, and said in a deep voice, "The demonic aura disappeared here. Qingyuan must have been here."

He raised his head, his gaze falling on the courtyard wall, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. "It seems we still need to search more thoroughly."