Filled with doubt and a hint of anticipation, Jiang Wen and Jiang Rong expressed their desire to visit the wine shop. Jiang Rong naturally agreed, and the two headed towards the wine shop.
“Aiyo, esteemed immortal master. What would you like to order?”
Jiang Wen entered the wine shop, the sounds of clinking cups and lively chatter surrounding him.
Looking around, most of the patrons were rogue cultivators at the initial lighting the lamp stage.
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Occasionally, there were a few at the Destiny Ignition stage mixed in, which was quite rare.
Being close to the Immeasurable Pavilion, this place served as a hub for cultivators to exchange information. Various immortal sects often gathered here to discuss the path of cultivation.
The shop assistant, a mortal, recognized Jiang Wen as a cultivator from his Daoist robes.
With a flattering expression, he approached Jiang Wen and greeted him warmly.
Jiang Wen chose a spot not too far from Xue, and asked the waiter to bring some appetizers.
He had come this time to see Xue, not to engage in any stalking or eavesdropping.
After the waiter hurried away, Jiang Wen looked at Xue through the window.
Xue was not wearing elaborate robes.
She was dressed in simple, light azure clothing, with a white undergarment. Refreshing and refined, she had the air of a modest young lady.
In contrast, the woman opposite Xue wore fiery attire, a black and red bodice covering her ample bosom, exposing a large expanse of white skin on her abdomen.
She wore a hip-length black miniskirt, with gold and silver ornaments hanging around her waist.
“Yes, didn’t you know?” Jiang Rong looked at Jiang Wen with some doubt. “Long ago, some cultivators defected to Nanqi. Later, when the Shennong clan established the Immeasurable Pavilion, most cultivators gathered here, thus dividing into northern and southern factions. This woman’s attire suggests she’s a follower of the Nanqi Holy Fire Sect.”
Jiang Rong told Jiang Wen some information about this sect, rumored to cultivate a fierce fire-attribute technique using the Holy Fire as a seed.
They advocated the return of human nature to its true form, unbound by human ethics. Whether they were considered heretical or not depended on one's perspective.
It was just that their temperament was too unrestrained, making them unpopular in Tianyuan City. After all, Tianyuan City was where the Holy King resided, the heart of the world, and naturally, order and law prevailed.
Jiang Wen hesitated whether to greet Xue or not, afraid that Xue would not recognize him in his current form. After all, he had initially transmigrated as a soul, but now he was appearing in his physical body.
After a moment of thought, he decided to sit and enjoy the food here first.
His taste buds had become quite bland in Tianyuan City these past two days. Anyway, since Luo Ji said that paying respects to the Holy King would have to wait, he would wait and see.
Jiang Wen was lost in thought when the woman sitting opposite Xue looked at them with ill intentions.
“I found someone I didn’t expect to see here.”
The woman’s left hand, resting on the table, twitched, the golden nail guards emitting a sharp glint.
“Who?” Xue frowned slightly, displeased.
“It’s Jiang Wenji’s direct descendant, the little princess of Tianyuan City.” The woman covered her mouth and giggled. “What do you think would happen if I captured her? Wouldn’t Jiang Wenji be anxious?”
“I advise you not to stir up trouble,” Xue said calmly.
“Are you still concerned about the safety of Tianyuan City? Have you forgotten how Jiang Wenji treated your master’s remains?” As she spoke, the woman propped her chin on her hand, swirling her wine glass as she stared at Xue, her scarlet lips as radiant as fire roses, her golden eyes gleaming with strange light.
“You should know how serious the consequences would be if our plan were leaked. At that time, I fear the entire Great Azure would not tolerate us.”
“I know, but she is just a child,” Xue said.
“It’s better to be safe than sorry, just in case, what if?”
The woman's voice was languid, and after speaking, she said nothing more.
She watched Xue's every move, and when she saw her close her eyes slightly, she let out a joyful laugh.
“There will be no ‘what if’,” Xue said coldly.
She opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Rong not far away, noticing a strange man sitting beside her. The two were talking, seeming quite happy. Xue looked curiously at the man, and couldn't help but frown.
Just then, Jiang Rong seemed to hear something, stood up, and pulled Jiang Wen towards the two of them.
“Sister Xue!” she said happily to Xue, walking to the table and sitting down. “I didn’t expect to meet Sister Xue here. I thought I was mistaken.”
“I am gathering with a friend, I was also a bit surprised to see you. Are you here for something? Does the Heavenly King know?” Xue asked gently.
“The Heavenly King doesn’t know,” Jiang Rong said directly. “I just wanted to come out and see, so I sneaked out. This is a good friend I just met, we share the same surname, Jiang.”
As Jiang Rong introduced Jiang Wen, Xue and the woman's gazes fell on him. Jiang Wen remained composed, now certain that Xue did not recognize him in his current form.
Looking at this cultivator from Nanqi, she was indeed unique.
Her surging breasts seemed ready to burst forth, with a golden Holy Fire mark imprinted on her fair chest.
She looked at Jiang Wen with a playful gaze, a smile always hanging on her lips.
“Nice to meet you, greetings to both fellow Daoists,” Jiang Wen was not afraid of awkwardness, he had become quite familiar with people over the years.
“Which sect are you from? I don’t seem to have seen you before?” Xue suddenly asked.
Just as Jiang Wen was about to say something, the woman opposite Xue said resentfully, “You have a new person, and you’re ignoring me, an old friend?”
“Oh,” Xue replied indifferently.
Seeing the two ‘bantering,’ Jiang Wen thought it was not easy for Xue to have a good friend with her current personality.
“You two have a really good relationship.”
“A good relationship?” the woman smiled mysteriously. “Fellow Daoist has a sweet tongue, and sister likes it quite a bit.”
“Why not return to the Holy Sect with sister, and become…”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” Xue interrupted the woman unhappily, looking at Jiang Wen seriously. “Don’t listen to her nonsense, the Holy Fire Sect doesn’t accept male disciples. I see you seem to be new to Tianyuan City, are you a rogue cultivator from another region?”
“Yes,” Jiang Wen nodded.
“If you are a rogue cultivator from another region, you can’t enter here without a token. Since you are Rong’er’s good friend, I will give you this.” After Xue finished speaking, she handed Jiang Wen a jade pendant.
Jiang Wen took it and got up to leave, he was too embarrassed to disturb their gathering. Having seen Xue, he didn’t need to disturb her life.
After saying goodbye to Xue, the two headed towards the Myriad Medicine Hall.
Watching Jiang Wen’s figure slowly disappear into the crowd, Xue looked back at the woman.
“You used to be so cold-hearted, willing to give up everything for your goals, how have you become a Bodhisattva now?” the woman said with a chuckle. “Could it be that you feel sorry for this rogue cultivator?”
“If the master of this Tianyuan City knew that you were involved with the Holy Fire Sect of Nanqi, what do you think she would think?”
“I am helping you only because you are useful, not to let you run wild. If you say any more, don’t blame me for being impolite.” Xue’s tone became colder, and after speaking, she only drank tea in silence.
“Alright, alright. I know,” the woman giggled, getting up from her seat. “That lord is about to succeed, and when the Holy Spirit of our ancestors is awakened, we can force the master of Tianyuan City to abdicate. At that time, what you want, we will naturally give you.”
With that, the woman disappeared into the wine shop.
Leaving Xue quietly holding her teacup, expressionlessly looking at the bustling street.
Only the hand holding the teacup had bulging veins, trembling slightly.
“Those who plot great things must be ruthless and unrighteous,” she muttered to herself, taking a small sip of tea.
After a long time, she sighed softly
“Alas, Master. Are the things I am doing, are they right?”
