Fang Ling originally intended to kick her away.
But then… he felt something he had never experienced before.
Growing up in the Frozen Mountain Temple, he knew nothing of these matters and couldn’t help but feel a bit lost.
After a bout of chaos, Emperor Shao fell into a deep sleep.
Reflecting on what had just happened, Fang Ling even wondered if he was dreaming.
He picked up the sleeping Emperor Shao and shattered the barrier she had set up with a wave of his hand.
The two returned to the Dragon Court. Fang Ling lifted the bed curtain, placed her back on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.
Then, with a flash, he disappeared.
It was unclear how much time had passed when Emperor Shao’s long eyelashes fluttered, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
She clearly remembered what had happened before she fell asleep and clenched her fists in anger.
“Evil thief, one day you will pay for this!”
She was so furious that her teeth itched, and she felt utterly humiliated.
Her eyes were red, and tears shimmered in them.
She had maintained her purity for seven hundred years, only to have it taken away by his vile means.
Meanwhile, high above in the clouds.
Fang Ling had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, finally calming his chaotic thoughts.
“I never expected the Steal Fragrance Finger to be such a lewd technique. Flower Thief Master has wronged me!” he thought.
He had come to the royal city intending to teach Emperor Shao a lesson.
Who would have thought that instead of teaching her a lesson, he…
“This place is not safe to stay for long; I should head to the Blood Marsh soon…”
Coming to his senses, he looked down at a certain place in the royal city.
In an elegant room on the second floor of the Auspicious Residence.
Yun Shuiqing was drinking and chatting with Dou Qin, feeling quite at ease.
After a few cups of hot wine, Dou Qin’s cheeks were flushed, adding a different kind of charm to her.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before them.
Yun Shuiqing quickly stood up to greet, “Greetings, Sect Master!”
Dou Qin looked at him but said nothing.
Fang Ling: “The matter is settled. Let’s go!”
“Sister Dou, I’ll take my leave first. I didn’t drink to my heart’s content this time; next time, I’ll invite you for a good drink!” Yun Shuiqing said to Dou Qin.
Dou Qin smiled slightly at her, “Next time, it’s my treat!”
After a brief farewell, Fang Ling took Yun Shuiqing and left the tavern.
The two rode the Nether Beast straight back to the main altar at Black Mountain.
“Sect Master, how did it go?”
“What was Emperor Shao’s attitude?”
Behind Fang Ling, Yun Shuiqing asked.
“Not very smoothly. There might be some minor troubles in the future,” Fang Ling replied.
“Ah? Does that mean Emperor Shao has cultivation equal to yours?” Yun Shuiqing was a bit surprised.
In the cultivation world, no matter what is discussed, it ultimately comes down to strength.
So Fang Ling’s response made her think that the two had probably fought to a draw.
Fang Ling neither confirmed nor denied, remaining silent all the way, unwilling to say more.
Yun Shuiqing didn’t understand why her Sect Master seemed so preoccupied, but she wisely kept silent all the way.
Before long, the two returned to the main altar at Black Mountain.
The eight hundred elite soldiers selected by Mr. Mo were already fully prepared.
Fang Ling immediately led these eight hundred elite soldiers on the journey to the Blood Marsh.
Accompanying him on this trip were only Mr. Mo and Eagle Lord Feng Feiyan.
Yun Shuiqing, the two lords Tiger and Python, and the Water and Fire Guards stayed behind in Nanyang.
…
When the team reached Dragon City, Fang Ling took the opportunity to visit the Bai family.
Although the Bai family hadn’t truly contributed to the battle between the Tianluo Sect and the Liuhe Sect, they had shown goodwill. Therefore, Fang Ling already considered the Bai family his true friends.
After a hearty meal, Fang Ling and Bai Jiang took a walk in the garden to digest.
Looking at the familiar pavilion, he couldn’t help but recall the days when he listened to Bai Ying playing the qin here.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed something strange and asked, “By the way, Master Bai.”
“Why didn’t I see your daughter at the dinner table tonight?”
“And I seem to… seem to feel her presence is missing. Did she go out?”
Bai Jiang nodded, “My daughter did go out.”
“A few days ago, an elder from the Tianyin Pavilion passed through Dragon City and happened to hear my daughter playing the qin in the garden.”
“This elder praised my daughter highly, saying she had great talent in music and wanted to take her as a disciple.”
“This elder from the Tianyin Pavilion has unfathomable cultivation. Even if I wanted to refuse, I probably couldn’t.”
“So, my daughter left with this elder from the Tianyin Pavilion, and who knows when she will return.”
“Your daughter indeed has a unique talent in music. Going to the Tianyin Pavilion is a good opportunity for her to showcase her skills,” Fang Ling said.
After leaving the Humble Hut of the Zhao family, he hadn’t stopped studying. Whenever he had time, he would pick up a book.
Therefore, he now had a better understanding of the Southern Dipper Region and even the entire Eight Regions.
The Tianyin Pavilion was a top-tier force in the Southern Dipper Region, comparable to the Great Qian Dynasty.
Bai Ying becoming a disciple of an elder from the Tianyin Pavilion would surely have a bright future.
“Ah! If I had a choice, I would rather have her stay at home,” Bai Jiang sighed.
“Living a peaceful life is actually very good. Wandering outside inevitably brings worry and fear.”
“The Tianyin Pavilion has deep foundations. I believe Miss Bai should be able to live well there. Master Bai, you need not worry,” Fang Ling said with a smile.
“Let’s hope so,” Bai Jiang replied, “By the way, Sect Master Fang, since you are going to the Blood Marsh, could you do my Bai family a favor?”
“Please, Master Bai, speak!” Fang Ling did not refuse.
“It’s like this: years ago, a master craftsman from the Blood Marsh passed through Dragon City. My Bai family commissioned him to forge a family heirloom.”
“However, at that time, my Bai family still owed part of the payment. The agreed repayment period is up in three months.”
“We have already gathered the payment. Originally, my brother and I planned to make the trip ourselves.”
“But that place is dangerous… and we are not confident of returning unscathed.”
“Since Sect Master Fang is going to the Blood Marsh, could you help us deliver it?”
“A small matter. Who is this master craftsman? How do I find him when I get to the Blood Marsh?” Fang Ling asked.
Bai Jiang: “This master is very famous, known as the Thousand Mechanisms Divine Craftsman. He runs a shop in the Blood Marsh called the Heavenly Artifacts Workshop.”
“When Sect Master Fang arrives there, it shouldn’t be hard to find him.”
“Alright, I remember!” Fang Ling nodded.
“Thank you, Sect Master Fang! The payment is with me…”
Bai Jiang quickly took a storage bag from his waist and handed it to Fang Ling.
Fang Ling only stayed at the Bai family for one night and set off again early the next morning.
“Mr. Mo, have you ever heard of someone known as the Thousand Mechanisms Divine Craftsman?” Fang Ling asked Mo Tong beside him.
Mo Tong had stayed in the Blood Marsh for two hundred years, so he certainly knew.
“This person is the top craftsman in the Blood Marsh and very mysterious. No one has ever seen his true face,” he replied.
“Because he always appears as a puppet, it’s a mystery whether his true body is in the Blood Marsh.”
“Sect Master, are you mentioning him because you have some good materials that need crafting?”
Fang Ling shook his head, “No, I’m just helping the Bai family deliver a payment to him.”
“I’ll leave this matter to you. I’ll go ahead to the Blood Marsh to scout.”
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