手心影视

The luxurious carriage that had stopped outside the mountain gate seemed stuck in an unwieldy situation.

Under the moonlight, the silence was awkward.

“Hmph… Is this how the Thousand Autumn Valley treats their guests?”

After an unknown period of time, a cold snort came from within the carriage. It sounded quite angry. “The imperial edict has arrived, but the sect master of your sect has yet to appear to receive it. Could it be that the Thousand Autumn Valley wants to reject His Majesty’s good intentions?”

A moment later, the weak voice from earlier sounded again, “Sect Master said that if you are dissatisfied with anything, you can ask Mo Yuanlong to come and talk to him personally.”

“…”

The person in the carriage fell silent again.

Ask Mo Yuanlong to talk to the new sect master of the Thousand Autumn Valley?

How can he come when he is already dead?

Moreover, he could hear a deeper meaning in that statement—

This was clearly a warning from the Thousand Autumn Valley. Even the Primal Core Realm Mo Yuanlong had perished here, so how could a mere envoy like you put on airs here?

“Qing Yue.”

At this moment, a mellow voice sounded from the carriage, suppressing the first voice. “Since the owner of this place has already spoken, we will naturally do what the host wants. There’s no harm in waiting here until nine o’clock tomorrow.”

This voice was very calm, like a spring of very still water, leaving people with a good impression of him.

“Master, how can we…”

“There’s nothing that cannot be done.”

The mellow voice said indifferently, “Remember this. We’re not here to start a battle. Besides, we’ve indeed come at a very late hour. What’s wrong with waiting for a night?”

“Since you say so… then… alright.”

The first voice also fell silent.

Soon, the area outside the Thousand Autumn Valley fell silent.

The carriage that had come from afar was simply parked in a forest. The lights on the carriage gradually dimmed, leaving only a faint light that could be seen coming out from the gaps.

The night passed in the blink of an eye.

When the sun gradually rose, a melodious bell sounded in the Thousand Autumn Valley.

A handsome young disciple walked over with a comforting smile on his face. When he arrived at the carriage outside the mountain gate, he bowed respectfully and said, “Sir Envoy, our Sect Master is already waiting for you.”

No one noticed that the corners of this disciple’s mouth twitched unnaturally.

The reason was simple…

“Feng Xia! You idiot! You have no conscience! You’re shameless! You said that this is part of the test to cultivate the Floating Dream Three Lives Technique! You just want to use me as free labor!”

That was right. This good-looking and well-mannered disciple was undoubtedly our ever-changing tool… The Ever-changing Demoness, Miss Yan Wuyou.

She felt really regretful now.

Very, very regretful.

Back then, when she knocked Bai Canghai out, she could have left immediately. Why did she have to covet that illusory inheritance and run back to the Thousand Autumn Valley to get herself caught by Feng Xia?

Unfortunately, she had already formed an unfair contract with Feng Xia. Now, she was having regrets?

Too late!

“The new sect master of the Thousand Autumn Valley is quite an interesting person.”

The mellow voice came from within the carriage again. Then, the door of the carriage opened, and a fair and clean-cut figure in embroidered clothes walked out of the carriage slowly with the help of a manservant beside him.

The manservant was quite young. He looked to be about 13 or 14 years old, with bright red lips and white teeth. His figure was petite, making it impossible to tell his true gender.

“Hmph.”

The moment he saw Yan Wuyou, the manservant turned his head away in disgust and snorted softly.

Yan Wuyou: “???”

Little brat, why are you glaring at me?!

“I am the envoy of the imperial court, Mo Zi’an. I have brought His Majesty’s imperial edict and I am here to pay a visit.”

It was a handsome middle-aged man who walked out of the carriage.

Even though the persona that Yan Wuyou had taken on was only a disciple of the Thousand Autumn Valley, Mo Zi’an still behaved in a very affable manner. He smiled and said gently, “Qing Yue had overstepped the boundaries last night. I must express my apology for that. We didn’t mean to offend the master of the Thousand Autumn Valley…”

The stunned Yan Wuyou suddenly came back to her senses and nodded subconsciously. “The Sect Master is already waiting at the Thousand Autumn Hall. Please follow me.”

She turned around and walked towards the mountain gate. A dissatisfied voice sounded from behind.

“Master, even if the Thousand Autumn Valley has defeated… This is too arrogant… You’re…”

“Qing Yue, when one talks less, one makes less mistakes.”

The calm voice of Mo Zi’an rang out, “You’re too undisciplined and too used to being free. I have brought you out this time because I wanted to show you that in this world, there will always be someone better.”

The manservant named Qing Yue finally fell silent.

As Yan Wuyou listened in on the conversation while walking in front of them, she almost burst out laughing.

“So it’s just a silly kid who doesn’t know anything, who’s been raised in a beautiful environment since young and doesn’t understand how shocking an achievement it is to kill a Primal Core Realm cultivator. He doesn’t even know the kind of terrifying reputation that the new Sect Master of the Thousand Autumn Valley has now!”

She could not help but feel smug.

However, right after that, Yan Wuyou’s face fell again… These were all the halos of that idiot Feng Xia. Why was she feeling so happy?!

However, she began to think about a new problem very quickly.

If these two were envoys… then who was Bai Ling from yesterday?!

The few of them walked past the buildings and through the winding valley. Finally, they climbed up the stone steps and arrived in front of the main door of the Thousand Autumn Hall.

A figure in white stood in the hall with his hands behind his back. He looked into the sky as if he was thinking about the mysteries of the Great Dao.

Next to the white-robed young man stood a young woman in a blue dress. She had long dark hair and an exquisite figure, and her entire body emitted an elegant and tranquil mysterious aura.

Yan Wuyou secretly spat.

“Better to eat vegetarian food tonight.”

Feng Xia retracted his thoughts and looked at the two people outside the hall with a sincere smile on his face, “Sir Mo Zi’an, I’m the new Sect Master of the Thousand Autumn Valley. I wonder what message did His Majesty send you here to convey?”

Mo Zi’an acted as if nothing had happened the previous night. He smiled and replied, “I’m here with His Majesty’s imperial edict. Firstly, I’m here to escort the Spirit King Jade. The person who holds the Spirit King Jade is the Protector Spirit King of Xuanwu Kingdom, and holds the same status as His Majesty…”

At this moment, Feng Xia thought of a term he had seen in television dramas: A rank with equal status with the King!

It should be about the same… Feng Xia thought to himself.

“Spirit King Jade?”

At this moment, Zhu Youniang next to him suddenly said, “Shouldn’t it be the Spirit King Sword?”

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