My virtue is above yours.

The young master said unhappily, "That's right. What else? Do you know how many people are vying for such an opportunity? In just these three days, I've turned away six groups of people who wanted to give him alms. In the short time I went to the outhouse, you beat me to it."

Chen Jingxuan instantly sprang out, delivering a heavy punch to the young master's face, sending him flying ten meters away.

The young master scrambled to his feet, blood trickling from his mouth and a large bump on his left cheek. His eyes widened. "Why did you hit me?"

Chen Jingxuan glared at the other person: "I hate hypocrites like you who will do anything for cultivation."

"Do you know who I am? How dare you, a mere green-robed disciple, hit me?"

Chen Jingxuan kicked off the ground and rushed in front of him, slapping him across the face: "I'm your father!"

The young master shouted angrily, "My father is Yang Xun, the registrar of the Directorate of Works! A seventh-rank official!"

"Tch, you lowly official." Chen Jingxuan raised his hand and slapped him again.

Anyway, there's the golden light that restarts the cycle of reincarnation, so let's have our fun first.

I can't get over it if I don't hit you.

If one were to endure this moment, it would disrupt one's resolve and hinder one's cultivation, which would be a serious hindrance.

The young master shouted, "May I ask where you learned your master, Master? My father's rank of seventh grade is not worthy of your attention."

"Respected Master, the Profound Master."

"Tch, nobody."

They exchanged glances and realized they were both people to be trifled with.

The young master covered the large bump on his face, and the bump visibly disappeared slowly. He shook his folding fan, and more than a dozen burly men jumped out from the surrounding eaves, completely surrounding the alley.

A dozen burly men swarmed forward, leaving Chen Jingxuan nowhere to hide.

Suddenly, a burst of energy descended from the sky, exploding in mid-air and blasting the dozen or so burly men away, all of them falling to the ground.

Just as the young master was about to leave, a sword was suddenly pressed against his throat, and the blindfolded man behind him remained silent.

Who are you?

The man remained silent.

The young master shouted, "What are you going to do? You've kidnapped me, you have to make demands, right? Say something!"

The man remained silent.

Chen Jingxuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior brother, weren't you not going down the mountain?"

The man remained silent.

Chen Jingxuan sighed: "Fine, then send these people to the authorities. I have other things to do."

Zhu Lingyun covered the young master's eyes, waved his hand, and a thick cloud rose from the ground, enveloping the group of people. He took out a rope, tied them up, and carried them away.

Chen Jingxuan gazed at the sky, watching his senior brother's departing figure and sighed, "The Qi Nourishing Realm is still more powerful. The Chao Che Realm can only use punches and kicks; they're too weak."

He looked around and found that the beggar was gone, and the bowl was still there, with a whole white steamed bun inside.

The white steamed bun that Chen Jingxuan bought was gone.

"The monks are strange, and the beggars are strange too. The capital is truly a strange place."

What puzzled Chen Jingxuan the most was the behavior of that young master. He should be practicing some kind of righteous path to find an opportunity to save people, but he was so unscrupulous. Logically speaking, cultivation is based on one's own inner standards of virtue. Therefore, a person's behavior and thoughts are constantly being tested on the path. How could he convince himself that he was really doing good deeds by acting like this?

If it were truly like that, the path would be too easy to cultivate.

"I just can't figure it out. Forget it, I can't understand the thought process of bad guys. Let's get back to business and find Yu Chan's whereabouts."

Chen Jingxuan walked out of the dark alley and followed the directions given by the shopkeeper to a residential area called Luoxiafang.

The outer walls of this ward are tall and vermilion, making it look like the outer walls of the imperial city. Carriages and sedan chairs come and go, with carriages having at least two horses and sedan chairs being carried by at least six people.

In some families, even the sedan chair carriers wore silk.

"Is this the wealthy neighborhood?"

Chen Jingxuan entered through the gate, but was stopped by two constables: "Young Taoist priest, aren't you a familiar face? Do you have a certificate of ordination?"

He handed over the ordination certificate, which the other party examined and then returned.

"I'm sorry, Daoist Master, you do not have permission to enter, so we cannot let you in."

Chen Jingxuan asked, "Isn't it free to travel to and from the city?"

"Luoxia Lane is different; there are restrictions on entry and exit. If a Taoist priest wishes to enter, he must either ask an acquaintance to guide him or seek permission from a fellow member of your sect or the government."

Chen Jingxuan was turned away; he hadn't expected that it would be so difficult to enter the wealthy area of ​​the capital.

He circled around the wall to a secluded, deserted corner, leaped over the wall, which was over ten feet high, but a powerful aura blocked him outside, as if he had hit an invisible wall.

"So luxurious? Who lives there?"

Suddenly, with a "whoosh," someone landed beside him, startling him.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zhu Lingyun.

"Oh, it's you, senior brother! You startled me. What happened to that brat?"

Zhu Lingyun said calmly, "The entire family was executed."

"What? I told you to hand them over to the authorities, and you went and killed their whole family? You're too hot-tempered." Chen Jingxuan couldn't help but feel that his senior brother was a bit terrifying.

Zhu Lingyun explained, "It wasn't me, it was an imperial edict. I had just delivered them to the Jingzhao Prefecture when the edict arrived, saying that Yang Xun, the registrar of the Directorate of Works, was plotting a rebellion and was sentenced to have his entire family executed."

Chen Jingxuan felt that the amount of information was too much. They had just dealt with the young scoundrel, and then their entire family was executed.

He asked, "Is this a characteristic of your Qi Cultivation Realm?"

"Of course not. Is it a characteristic of yours?"

No, that's not it.

The characteristic is a passive skill.

Chen Jingxuan's characteristic is "carrying firewood"; as long as he helps others, they will remember it and repay him.

This matter clearly has nothing to do with carrying firewood.

"That's probably just a coincidence. Junior brother, what are you doing here?"

Chen Jingxuan recounted the events at Qingluan Pavilion.

After listening, Zhu Lingyun said, "This is simple. I'll take you inside."

"Are you allowed in?"

"I am responsible for guarding the interior of Luoxia Lane, and I have permission to pass through."

Chen Jingxuan followed Zhu Lingyun back to Luoxia Lane. The two constables stopped them again. Zhu Lingyun didn't say anything, but simply took off his blindfold.

The official immediately bowed and said, "So you are Master Zhu, my apologies for not recognizing you. Please come in."

The two men also bowed to Chen Jingxuan, saying, "Young Taoist priest, we apologize for our rudeness earlier."

They entered Luoxia Lane without even showing their ordination certificates.

Chen Jingxuan said excitedly, "Senior brother, you're really impressive! Do you also have connections with Qingluan Pavilion?"

"No. I don't even know what Qingluan Pavilion is."

The two asked the officials for the exact location of Qingluan Pavilion.

Before they left, the official said, "If you want to gather information, just go to Qingluan Pavilion. I've heard that their information is the most accurate; even your sect leader has gone there to inquire."

"Has the sect leader inquired about it?"

"Of course it's true, I heard it from the Jingzhao Prefecture myself."

The two brothers looked at each other in dismay. In their eyes, their master was already a powerful demigod who could see everything happening within a hundred miles of the Taoist temple.

The sect leader, whose cultivation was even higher and who also controlled Qingyao Mountain with countless disciples, still sought information from the Qingluan Pavilion.

They followed the signs and arrived at the outside of a large courtyard.

Inside the courtyard wall, a four-story building stands in the middle of the courtyard, with nothing written on the plaque above the door.

"This is the Azure Phoenix Pavilion."

Zhu Lingyun said, "No wonder I never knew."

The vermilion gate suddenly opened a crack, and a woman in a red dress gracefully entered: "Have you two come to inquire about something?"

With a "whoosh," a cool breeze swept past Chen Jingxuan, and his senior brother had vanished.

He stepped forward, bowed, and explained his purpose.

The maid smiled and said, "Information has different values; we need to first estimate the price of the Taoist priest's information. Please follow me."

Chen Jingxuan followed the maid through the door and was greeted by a spacious courtyard. The fragrance of flowers and plants was refreshing, and the rocks and trees were arranged in a pleasing manner, as if he had entered a fairyland, which made him feel relaxed and happy.

They walked through the long corridor and entered a side room in the west courtyard.

An elderly blind woman sat in the hall, and Chen Jingxuan was arranged to sit next to her.

The blind old woman seemed to be able to see him, scrutinizing him repeatedly: "What news have you come to inquire about?"

Chen Jingxuan unfolded the drawing paper, revealing the jade cicada picture on it, with a pair of abrupt water ripples behind the jade cicada.

"I want to find out where this thing is."

"May I calculate the value of this information for the Taoist priest?"

The blind old woman tapped her finger lightly, but her brows furrowed even more.

She suddenly let out a sharp scream, collapsed to the ground with a thud, clutching her head and screaming hysterically.