How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

Just then, a door in the hidden wall slowly opened, and a beautiful woman dressed in a black cheongsam walked out.

With her exquisite figure and tall stature, she moved with graceful steps, swaying gently and charmingly, like a willow swaying in the breeze or a fragrant orchid. The black tortoise embroidery on her high-slit cheongsam was both cold and heavy, yet it appeared in the same way.

Her face was covered by a black veil, revealing only a pair of large, watery eyes. Her gaze held a hint of allure, yet also a touch of coldness, giving her a unique charm and captivating allure.

"I am honored to have met you, Mr. Li, who has come from afar."

The beautiful woman gave a slight curtsy, her voice melodious and pleasant, like jade from a crystal palace, or emerald pearls jingling.

"The organizer invites you; please follow me."

Li Muyun paused for a moment, but didn't think much of it. After all, Ou Tiange had already said that someone would come to pick him up.

The big blue ox behind him glared, licked its lips, and took a deep sniff. The scent of pear blossoms and sandalwood filled the air, and the ox was immediately delighted. It staggered and ran off quickly.

Following the beautiful woman through the hidden door, they entered a spacious hall.

In the center of the hall stood a huge Xuanwu table, on which were scattered bamboo slips and parchment scrolls. The parchment scrolls were covered with tiny, intricate characters, so dense and indistinct that they were difficult to decipher.

The walls around the room are covered with vivid paintings, most of which depict the Black Tortoise, either perched atop a mountain or soaring through the sea of ​​clouds, each with a unique and lifelike expression.

"Please, Li Yinyang."

The beautiful woman flicked her finger, pulling over a snow chair, and then, with a flick of her wrist, took out a jade bottle.

"This is a Snow Peak Cloud Mist Tea that the organizer happened to obtain. The organizer is not good at tea, and this tea is quite precious, so it is always used to entertain guests."

Li Muyun sat down, glanced casually at the tea, took the teacup handed to him by the beautiful woman, and took a small sip.

Upon tasting the tea, there is an initial bitterness, followed by a subtle, ethereal aroma that permeates the heart and mind with remarkable strength. Within the consciousness, it is like snow melting and flowing water gently nourishing and nurturing growth, effectively calming the mind.

He secretly praised the tea, thinking it was indeed extraordinary, though he wasn't a connoisseur of tea.

Tea is ultimately a bit bland, not as strong and flavorful as wine.

"I wonder what brings Li Yinyang here today?"

The beautiful woman, with her high-slit cheongsam gathered around her shoulders, sat gracefully. A moment later, her snow-white legs were crossed, her hair styled in a cloud-like bun, exuding elegance and charm. She then asked a question.

The big blue ox lying on the ground suddenly widened its eyes, stared blankly, let out a bellow, licked a tuft of hair on its head, and was about to rush over to chat when Li Muyun stopped it with a deadly glare.

Li Muyun agreed to bring him out, but there were naturally three rules in place.

Otherwise, with this arrogant and rampant attitude of the bull demon, who is always defiant and disrespectful to everyone, he will only incur hatred from all sides and needlessly bring trouble upon himself.

There are also those who can't resist beautiful female cultivators and insist on using their experience of traversing the heavens and conquering the world of romance for thousands of years to win their hearts.

Of course, each attempt ended in failure, and when he failed, he would fly into a rage, cursing them for being blind and saying that the Divine Bull's harem wouldn't mind having one more or one less, and that he wouldn't be satisfied until he had taken them as his slaves.

Li Muyun was unwilling to be the master of this big blue ox. He was stubborn and arrogant, but since he was a spirit pet, others blamed him for the master's lack of discipline without explanation.

Therefore, there must be three rules before going out, and we must not cause him any trouble.

After sensing Li Muyun's death stare, the big blue ox sighed dejectedly, its limbs went limp, and it collapsed back to the ground, groaning in sorrow, like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl separated by the Magpie Bridge.

After giving the big blue ox a fierce glare, Li Muyun got straight to the point.

"I have come here to inquire about the whereabouts of the Twenty-Four Divine Swords of Heaven."

The beautiful woman was slightly taken aback, her expression showing some interest. Her gaze swept over him, especially over the Heaven-Devouring Creation Sword behind him, and then she nodded.

"The Heavenly Dao Divine Sword is extremely difficult to wield, and I'm afraid only Li Yinyang has the ambition to master such a divine sword."

Li Muyun was slightly taken aback. Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, who was extraordinary in demeanor, calm and composed, and served tea with an elegant and graceful manner, she seemed to be the head of the household. He asked her a question.

"Who is the senior?"

"Hahaha, I still couldn't hide it from Li Yinyang. I had heard that Li Yinyang was quick-witted and a young prodigy, so I used a method to test him. I can't call myself a senior. I am the Yin Xuanwu, the official in charge of this place. In terms of official rank, I am the same generation as Lord Yinyang."

Although Li Muyun had some guesses, when he finally verified the identity of the beautiful woman in front of him, he stood up again and bowed.

"Although my official rank is equal to yours, I entered the Daoist path later. How dare I address you by your name? It would be better to call you Master Yin."

"Giggle..."

Upon hearing this, Yin Xuanwu covered his mouth and chuckled softly, his every smile and frown exuding charm.

The big blue ox, which had been intently watching her, stared even more intently, its eyes widening, its mouth twitching, and drool dripping down its face, probably because it found her too beautiful to look at.

"Li Yinyang is truly fascinating. His Majesty values ​​such a young prodigy and promotes him beyond the usual ranks, a rare occurrence in a century. I, on the other hand, have a good opportunity. I wonder if Yinyang would do me the honor?"

Yin Xuanwu was radiant with excitement, and when he mentioned this, his eyes even shone as he stared intently at Li Muyun.

Li Muyun's heart skipped a beat, but due to the urgent news in his heart, the person in front of him was none other than Yin Xuanwu, the organizer.

If we could get her approval, finding the Heavenly Sword might just be a matter of her word.

“Just tell me, Mr. Yin. If I can do it, I will have no objections.”

Li Muyun straightened his expression, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"It's nothing serious. I've always heard that Li Yinyang is fond of wine. What a coincidence! I'm also someone who can't live without wine. How about we have a drink together?"

Upon hearing this, Li Muyun paused for a moment with a smile on his face, then nodded repeatedly with a beaming smile.

"What should I do? So, senior, you wish to host a banquet for me. In that case, it would be impolite of me to refuse!"

The implication was that he had readily agreed.

But he was also somewhat touched, since his fondness for drinking was not well-known at all.

The only time he got really drunk was with Zhu Jiutong. The two of them locked themselves in a room and drank themselves into a stupor. No outsiders would ever know.

Isn't this also a way for the person in front of you to indirectly reveal the all-powerful abilities of Yin Xuanwu?

Li Muyun narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a surge of pleasure. He sat there with an air of authority, and said with great interest.

"Senior, you also enjoy drinking. I wonder how much you can drink?"

"Hehe, I am naturally not as vigorous as Li Yinyang, but I am a bit older and have tasted many wines, so I have some advantages."

Yin Xuanwu smiled charmingly, her allure subtly radiating. With a wave of her hand, jars of fine wine floated over, their aroma wafting gently even before they were opened.

"Beautiful sister, add me, the Divine Ox, to your list. I've traveled all over the heavens and earth and have drunk just as much wine as you. Perhaps I can even offer you some pointers on my experiences."