The young girl shouldn’t stay at the Chu Family for long, so Chu Yunfei wanted Chu Qing to send her ho on behalf of Chu Fan.
Previously, Chu Tian had told Chu Qing that Gentle’s family wasn’t simple... Chu Yunfei’s true intentions, Chu Qing understood.
But to be honest, he really didn’t want to have much contact with Gentle.
This young girl’s nose was too sensitive, a natural nesis for soone like him.
However, after careful consideration, he agreed.
It was a way to make up for the seven years of willful absence from ho.
But in the end, Chu Qing made a request... hoping Chu Yunfei could cancel the marriage agreent with Wu Ganqi.
After all, his struggle with the Mirror of Sin was not sothing that could be resolved overnight.
He thought these seven years would be enough to annul the engagent a thousand tis over.
But the marriage contract remained as solid as a rock, firmly intact until now.
Chu Yunfei just shook his head at this request.
He told Chu Qing:
"It’s not that your father doesn’t want to annul it, but Qianhuan is getting older, and we can’t delay a girl’s future because of an unfilial son like you."
"Mainly, Qianhuan herself doesn’t agree, saying that although the Wu Family is not a prestigious clan, they are respected persons."
"There’s no possibility of annulling and promising elsewhere... unless you confront her in person, let her kill you with a sword, and then she can be a widow."
These words blocked all possibilities, and Chu Qing was at a loss.
This young lady always made up her own mind, and even if Wu Ganqi spoke, it would probably be the sa result.
In the end, he could only agree with Chu Yunfei to et tomorrow morning, find Gentle, and then leave Celestial Dance City together.
This ti, Chu Yunfei said nothing more... Matters of the young, as an elder, he couldn’t say much, only advised Chu Qing not to let Wu Qianhuan wait in vain...
Afterward, the three of them discussed the matter of the Celestial Evil Cult.
But they had no clues about it; these people ca from unknown origins with unknown purposes, very mysterious.
However, Chu Tian told Chu Qing that in the Liu Family’s courtyard, they found a desiccated corpse wearing Liu Dafu’s clothes.
They suspected that the Celestial Evil Cult might have a martial arts skill that allows them to disguise as others. Chu Yan replaced Liu Dafu’s identity, pretending to be an insider in Celestial Dance City.
Perhaps there was a disagreent with Tang Yinfeng, leading to last night’s incident; Tang Yinfeng’s body was found in the dungeon.
This made Chu Qing even more wary of the Celestial Evil Cult.
...
...
In the oil and grain store, Zhou Yi’s forehead was steaming hot.
Chu Qing, on the other hand, was surrounded by a cold aura.
He was using the Mingyu Scripture to help Zhou Yi dispel the last trace of Demon Seed True Qi.
Within his Mingyu Scripture were the hidden characteristics of the Purple Mist Divine Skill and the Ruo Xu Scripture, dissolving exotic True Qi was not an issue, and with practice over ti, the task beca second nature.
Chu Qing’s eyes briefly flashed with a shimr of jade, while Zhou Yi suddenly spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling the oppressive evil in his chest suddenly vanishing entirely.
He took a deep breath, feeling unprecedentedly light.
He turned around and knelt before Chu Qing with a thud:
"Thank you, master, for recreating grace."
"Get up."
Chu Qing, concealed under black clothes and a white mask, sounded cold as an Asura.
However, over ti, Zhou Yi had grown accustod to this voice, finding it not only not terrifying but rather intimate.
Following the command, he stood up, seeing Chu Qing sitting by the table, seemingly contemplating sothing.
Zhou Yi did not dare to speak on his own, waiting silently by the side.
After a while, Chu Qing finally spoke:
"Your body has been transford by the Demon Seed baptism; your ridians are vastly different from ordinary people.
"Practicing martial arts could yield twice the result with half the effort.
"But... are you interested in practicing martial arts?"
"I will do whatever the master instructs."
Zhou Yi bowed and said.
"If so, I’ll teach you the mantra; you should study it diligently."
Chu Qing glanced at him:
"I will soon leave Celestial Dance City, and my return is uncertain. You should practice well within the city."
The uncertainty of return...
Feeling empty inside, Zhou Yi said:
"Master... then, what about you..."
Chu Qing waved his hand:
"I won’t leave you behind, for if any changes occur, and I cannot return, soone will co to find you."
"Rember, we t at ’mao ti three-quarters’ on that day when it was raining. If one day soone cos to you and says ’mao ti three-quarters rain,’ reply with ’acquaintance,’ and then say ’chou ti one-quarter kill,’ which was the ti I went to Luoyu Hall to kill Tang Xi. He should reply with ’rain.’"
"This person can earn your trust, and you should bring him into the inner room for discussion."
"If they can’t reply, there must be a problem with their identity... In such a case, if you have the ability, you can help kill him."
Zhou Yi carefully noted it down, nodding his head:
"I understand completely."
Chu Qing looked at him:
"How you act, you must decide on your own."
Zhou Yi nodded.
Afterwards, Chu Qing taught him a mantra, which was part of the content of the Purple Mist Divine Skill.
Practicing according to the mantra could cultivate and strengthen inner breath, but it did not contain thods for utilizing it:
"You cannot learn my sword technique, and achieving anything with saber technique will take a considerable amount of ti.
"Therefore, you may cultivate your inner power with the Qi cultivation technique I have given you, and externally... go to the martial arts school in Celestial Dance City to learn so farming skills.
"As long as you have inner power, ordinary fist techniques can exert significant force.
"But rember, do not reveal it easily before others."
"Yes, I will keep it in mind."
Zhou Yi obediently bowed in agreent.
After arranging things with Zhou Yi, Chu Qing returned to his hiding place.
The night passed without further event, and before dawn the next day, Chu Qing arrived at the Chu Family.
A little girl was carrying a backpack, squatting on the ground hugging her arms, appearing pitiful as if abandoned by soone.
However, there were two others behind her.
One was the chief steward Zhou Temple, and the other was Chu Tian.
Upon seeing Chu Qing, Chu Tian was taken aback.
Today, Chu Qing had not donned much disguise, only dressed as a cyan-clad swordsman.
On his back was a backpack and the Cyan Night Sword, though the Cyan Night Sword was wrapped tightly in cloth, not revealing a single inch, and a saber hung at his waist.
However, his face was gentle, resembling a pampered young master in the family, showing none of the swordsman’s coldness, looking more like a wealthy young master on a leisurely outing.
This face, dressed in scholar robes and holding a folding fan, could probably enchant countless noblewon.
Gentle raised her head in confusion, looking at Chu Qing, sniffing intensely:
"You... who are you?"
"This is my friend."
Chu Tian spoke softly:
"Your third senior cannot leave Celestial Dance City at the mont, so I asked him to escort you ho."
"Hmm..."
Gentle nodded:
"Then thank you very much, big brother from the Chu Family."
Then she looked at Chu Qing:
"When are we leaving?"
"Now."
Chu Qing spoke while glancing at Chu Tian.
Chu Tian nodded slightly at him, then looked in one direction of the Chu Family.
That was where the main building of the Chu Family was, three stories high, towering and imposing, standing inside could surely see the scene outside.
Chu Qing’s gaze swept over the main building, then turned around and walked towards the outskirts of Celestial Dance City.
Gentle said nothing, quietly following behind Chu Qing.
It wasn’t until they were about to leave the gates of Celestial Dance City that Gentle couldn’t help but ask:
"How should I address you?"
Chu Qing thought for a mont:
"You can call ... Third Brother."
He was the third in the Chu Family, naturally the Third Brother.
Gentle acknowledged softly, then fell into silence again.
This girl was very quiet, this journey might be much easier than expected.
Only when he left Celestial Dance City and traveled north to the Ten-Mile Holand Pavilion, did he let out a sigh.
Looking at Gentle beside him, he spoke softly:
"Go ahead and wait for a mont, I need to et soone."
Gentle also saw that there was soone in the pavilion.
Dressed in red, carrying a sword.
She was the young lady of the Wu Family, Wu Qianhuan.
Gentle wasn’t nosy, nodded and walked forward.
Chu Qing took a deep breath and entered the Ten-Mile Holand Pavilion.
Wu Qianhuan did not look at him but instead gazed in the direction of Celestial Dance City:
"Ten-Mile Holand Pavilion, allowing those on distant journeys to gaze once more upon their holand from here.
"Also letting those returning feel settled from the anxiety of nearing one’s ho."
Chu Qing said nothing, only let out a light ’mm’ from his nose.
Wu Qianhuan turned to look at him:
"Lord Night Emperor... is there nothing you wish to say to ?
"Leaving so hastily, don’t you want the money?"
"... I don’t want it."
Chu Qing lowered his head, if he wanted it, why would he leave?
Wu Qianhuan stared straight at him, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly:
"What about ... don’t want either?"
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