Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

At the same time, the Yunzang Sect.

The elders of the Mission Pavilion approached Fan Qingyan.

"Sect Master, the disciple leading the mission in Sanhe Town reports that the mission difficulty assessment was incorrect, and there is a high probability that there are evil cultivators involved."

"Sanhe Town?" Fan Qingyan didn't react for a moment.

"That one belonging to Junior Brother Jing," Elder Li reminded him.

"What?! He hasn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, has he gone on a mission?" Fan Qingyan was startled. How come he didn't know Jing Shu had gone on a mission?

"Sect Master, didn't you know?" Elder Li was also stunned. "When Uncle Han came to collect the mission jade slip, I thought he had told you."

"I'll go find my martial uncle and ask him for clarification." Before he finished speaking, a spiritual message appeared in front of the two of them.

[Tokikawa is here too, ignore him.]

The two looked at each other in bewilderment, and then Elder Li left.

Mind your own business, huh!

Han Luo sat at the table, where the jade slip flickered slightly.

[Master, my junior brother says there are evil cultivators in Sanhe Town.]

[Can my junior brother handle this? Do you need my help?]

I feel inexplicably irritable.

Why not tell him about the heretical practitioners? Or is it that he can solve the problem?

Han Luo had always known that Jing Shu had a secret, but he didn't tell her, and Han Luo didn't ask.

Never mind, this apprentice has always had his own ideas.

[Need not.]

Han Luo stared at the jade slip for a long time before sending another message.

[Just don't die.]

[yes.]

This time, Shi Chuan returned quite quickly.

the next day.

As soon as Jing Shu entered the hall, he felt the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

"What's going on here?"

"Uncle-Master Jing, Senior Brother Tang reported back to the sect yesterday about our situation, but the sect has no plans to send anyone else to support us." Yu Fan was on the verge of tears.

"So what?" Jing Shu shrugged. "What are you guys doing on this mission?"

"It's for training, to rid the people of harm, and to broaden my horizons," Liu Yao said weakly.

"So, you're going to give up before you even know how strong your opponent is? If you don't even have that much courage, you might as well give up on cultivation and just live a peaceful life as ordinary people." Jing Shu's words carried a hint of sarcasm, which made the three children, who had grown up being pampered, particularly resentful.

"No way!" Yu Fan retorted defiantly. "This is the first challenging task I've ever undertaken, and I'm not going to give up so easily!"

The other two nodded firmly as well.

Jing Shu chuckled and patted Yu Fan on the shoulder. "That's right. Besides, the sect isn't without support. My senior brother is here too. We'll handle the mission. If we find the murderer and can't beat him, we'll just run. With my senior brother here, we won't die."

"So what should we do next?" Liu Hao asked eagerly.

Seeing that the three had recovered, Jing Shu felt relieved and began to assign tasks.

"The city lord's mansion has found too little information. We need to investigate everything that happened to these five people before they died. Each of us will be responsible for one of the deceased to see if they did anything unusual before they died."

After receiving their mission, the three of them left full of confidence.

Tang Gu, who had been keeping a low profile, finally stepped forward and asked, "Did the sect really send Uncle Shi to protect us?" How come he didn't know that?

Jing Shu smiled slightly at him, "I made it up."

"..." Tang Gu choked for a moment, "This is not funny." Really.

"I haven't received any news. Telling them this is just to reassure them and prevent them from acting rashly. They might not know to run away if they really can't win." Jing Shu calmly took a sip of tea.

"However, it's true that Senior Brother is here. If you really encounter someone you can't beat, run to his side; he won't just stand by and watch you die."

How could you even betray your senior brother? Tang Gu's gaze towards Jing Shu gradually became strange.

For low-level tasks like these, the sect does not allow them to have outside help, in order to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation.

"Don't worry." Jing Shu stood up and patted Tang Gu on the shoulder. "Rules are rules, but people are flexible. Let's focus on the task at hand first!"

Jing Shu was in charge of the person who had died just two days ago, named Zhang Lei. He was an ordinary scholar, an honest man who had married a year ago and the couple lived happily together.

Jing Shu arrived at Zhang Lei's house, but the front door was locked, so he had to climb over the wall to get in from a secluded spot. The hall was covered with white cloths, and the sound of weeping could often be heard from there.

Jing Shu glanced at it indifferently, then turned and entered another room. Looking at the several bookshelves full of books, he guessed that he had entered the study.

A thin layer of dust covered the bookshelf, indicating that it hadn't been tidied up for some time.

He seemed to be someone who didn't like reading. Jing Shu slowly scanned the books and found a clean one in the corner.

Jing Shu bent down and picked out the book, which had three large characters on it: "On Classical Prose." Jing Shu casually opened it and then snapped it shut.

So this is the kind of book scholars read? Don't look at what's improper...

Having lived for thirty years, Jing Shu saw erotic pictures for the first time and found them offensive.

Just as Jing Shu was about to put the book back, he noticed two small words on the cover: Zhang Lei.

"..."

Feelings aren't something you read, they're something you draw yourself! And this kind of person is actually honest?!

As Jing Shu shook the book twice, the contents inside fell out.

Jing Shu squatted on the ground, looking at the scattered portraits of beauties. He raised an eyebrow slightly. He was still a womanizer. It seemed he would have to ask his wife about it.

Jing Shu took the book and the portrait of the beauty and went to the hall.

The old woman who was wailing was gone, leaving only a young woman still weeping.

"Excuse me, are you Zhang Lei's wife?" A clear, youthful voice roused Mrs. Zhang from her reverie.

"Yes, it is me." Madam Zhang wiped away her tears. "What do you want with me? Wait, how did you get in?"

"I'm here to investigate the murderer who killed your husband." Jing Shu didn't answer her question, but continued, "Was your relationship with your husband good?"

"Huh? My husband and I have a very good relationship." Madam Zhang was a little confused. "The servants in the house can all testify to this."

"Okay, thank you." Jing Shu ignored Madam Zhang and left.

After leaving the Zhang family, Jing Shu randomly found a man.

"Do you recognize these women?" Jing Shu handed the portraits of the beauties he had brought out to a passerby.

Just as the passerby was about to get angry, he saw Jing Shu take out a piece of gold, and the torrential rain immediately stopped.

"Let me take a look." The passerby took it and flipped through the photos one by one. "I've never seen this before... Oh, I recognize this one."

The passerby handed the picture back to Jing Shu, saying, "I heard it's the new most famous courtesan at the Yihong Courtyard. I once caught a glimpse of her from afar."

Jing Shu looked at the beautiful woman in the picture. Could there be a connection?

The passerby accepted the gold with a smile and watched Jing Shu leave.

As evening approached, the five of them reunited.