Seeing the hexagram symbols swirling around Pei Weiyi and the Yin Yang Fish moving on her body, Fan Wubing imdiately thought of Yan Hui.
During fortune-telling, Yan Hui gave people a similar feeling.
"A person from the Yin Yang School?"
Fan Wubing concealed his presence and did not disturb Pei Weiyi.
Lately, due to his research into the knowledge of destiny and natural laws, he had gained a deep understanding of the Yin Yang School.
The Yin Yang School once stood on equal footing with the Daoist and Confucian Schools.
Their research into destiny and natural laws was taken to the extre; they were the ultimate authorities on all doctrines and philosophies concerning "fate."
As for why they later declined, there are many theories, but no definitive conclusion.
Fan Wubing slightly released his soul to explore, then frowned slightly, his thoughts swirling.
"This is Jinhua Mansion, the residence of Pei Weiyi, the Left Minister of Shangjing Immortal Dynasty. Is she really Pei Weiyi?" He looked at Pei Weiyi sitting on the prayer mat, ditating peacefully, "Have I had any contact with her? Why can she directly probe ? Moreover, the key is that this isn’t just probing; it’s like she has been calculating everything about ’Fan Wubing’ from the start."
Fan Wubing’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Does she know ? Moreover... does she know I’m still alive?" He counted silently, "Not many should know I’m still alive. They probably wouldn’t give it away... Could it be so thod I’ve overlooked?"
He thought for a mont and decided, no matter what, to deal with the current situation first.
This is the Left Minister’s Mansion, only a street away from the Imperial City. Killing her outright is certainly unrealistic. Furthermore, he had heard that Pei Weiyi was a feudal hero of the Shangjing Immortal Dynasty, possessing profound cultivation and deep understanding of destiny and natural laws. Such people are the hardest to deal with, because even killing her would certainly leave many troubles for himself.
Exposing his identity was the last thing Fan Wubing wanted.
Thinking of this, the Supre Dharma Orbiting Device in his Purple Mansion suddenly began to rotate rapidly.
This indicated that Pei Weiyi had already glimpsed his final line of defense.
Without hesitation, while Pei Weiyi focused on her calculations, he employed the Enchanting Demon Dao to envelop her, using the "Heart’s Furnace" to control her soul, silently infiltrating her mory.
To avoid detection, he did not delve too far back into her mories. He only checked the recent period.
Then, he learned why Pei Weiyi was probing his existence.
"Qixia Lake... Carefree Ancestor... Immortal Emperor... Wu Qianqiu... Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes, Yan Hui?"
Fan Wubing comprehended the cause, developnt, and result of the situation.
"So that’s how it is."
In these mories, Fan Wubing was most concerned about Yan Hui and the matter of the Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes. Jiang Sha had told him that in this world, among the thirty-three innate treasures, only the Supre Dharma Orbiting Device and the Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes touched the Destiny Dao.
One represents predetermined fate, the other future fortune or calamity.
Fan Wubing wanted to delve deeper into Pei Weiyi’s mory to understand the Twelve Thousand Eight Hundred Eyes, but as soon as he touched the deeper mories, Pei Weiyi was disturbed, her brows slightly furrowing.
He imdiately stopped.
Afterwards, he activated the Enchanting Demon Dao, altering her perception to modify her understanding of "Fan Wubing" to —
"Fan Wubing is my best friend."
Having done this, he sat beside her patiently waiting.
A quarter of an hour later,
Pei Weiyi suddenly opened her eyes, a sharp gleam flashing within them before calming.
Suddenly, she heard a gentle voice from the other side of the room.
"You’re awake."
"Who’s there!" She imdiately turned her head to look.
Upon seeing Fan Wubing’s face, she seed thunderstruck, montarily dazed. This state did not last long; after a few breaths, she regained her composure, her fierce brows softening slightly, a small smile curving her lips,
"It’s you. What brings you here?"
Deep within Fan Wubing’s pupils, a ghostly light flashed. He smiled slightly,
"I just sensed soone spying on and followed the gaze here. I didn’t expect it was you. Speaking of which, why were you spying on ?"
"Why..." Pei Weiyi slightly furrowed her brows, struggling to recall why she was sitting there calculating Fan Wubing’s existence. The invisible Enchanting Demon Dao disturbed her perception, and she ca to a sudden realization, "I thought you were dead! After learning you were alive from Wu Qianqiu, I couldn’t wait to know your situation."
Fan Wubing smiled, "You still care about so much. Sorry for making you worry. But you know, if I’m still alive, many would be anxious, sleepless, so I chose to hide my identity." He sighed, "Indeed, I still can’t fool you."
Sadness flickered in Pei Weiyi’s eyebrows, "It’s enough that you’re alive; nothing else matters."
Although the perception that "Fan Wubing is my best friend" was false, her emotional response was genuine.
Pei Weiyi asked, "So, Wu Wangxinger is also you, right?"
Fan Wubing nodded, "It’s ."
Pei Weiyi remained silent, rose, walked to the nearby clothes rack, not minding Fan Wubing’s presence, naturally dressing as usual. After dressing properly, she asked,
"Are you also the Demon Cultivator who took the Supre Dharma Orbiting Device from Celestial Venerable Yu Chen?"
"It’s ."
"And you attempted to infiltrate Qixia Lake?"
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