I've become addicted to seizing opportunities after transmigrating into the body of an immortal

Chapter 7: The Stowaway, the Protagonist's Big Misfortune

Su Su was exhausted during this month.

A month ago, the Imperial Preceptor asked Su Su to compile a list of all the unsettling events in the capital and hand it over to the disciples of the sect when they arrived.

As a result, Su Su left early and returned late every day, dealing with the Embroidered Uniform Guard more often than with Fu Sinian.

Fu Ssu-nien also received the task. The Imperial Preceptor reported to the Emperor, requesting that a Celestial Affinity Conference be held. Although none of the court officials agreed, and even a veteran of two reigns almost crashed into the main hall to his death, the Emperor agreed, and the task of holding the Celestial Affinity Conference fell to Fu Ssu-nien.

The two finally reunited at the Imperial Preceptor's residence, with only three days left before the sect disciples arrived.

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

"Don't stop me! What's wrong with me going to find my son?"

"Madam, this is not a place for you to cause trouble!" The man looked impatient, his eyes constantly glancing towards the direction of the Imperial Preceptor's residence, as if afraid that the Imperial Preceptor might suddenly come out from inside.

Heaven knows how long it took him to figure out when the Imperial Preceptor would leave the mansion. The commotion at the Imperial Preceptor's mansion had been so great that these smuggled cultivators were on the verge of extinction.

Once caught by Su Su, he would have to pay a fine of at least 1,000 spirit stones and be imprisoned by the Qingyun Sect in the deep cave of the spirit mine for ten years!
Some wicked cultivators wanted to lure Su Su out of the capital and then kill her, but Su Su had never left the capital, and there were always at least ten Imperial Guards around her, so she had no chance.

The man was on the friendly side, after all, killing Su Su was no less than provoking the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, and what if the inner disciples of the Qingyun Sect came to deal with them?
Therefore, his mission this time was to use Madam Fu to lure out Su Su and warn her not to make things too ugly.

Inside the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, in the office area of ​​the Immortal Destiny Conference, a dozen or so young Taoist disciples were helping Fu Sinian tally up the consumption figures.

"In a certain village, there are over one hundred children of the appropriate age, and the travel expenses..."

"The Zhao family, the frontier military officer, has seven children of the appropriate age, and they will pay for their own travel expenses."

Su Su casually found a couch to lie down on. The atmosphere here was perfect for sleeping, and no one would bother her. She was enjoying the peace and quiet all by herself.

The commotion outside the Imperial Preceptor's residence quickly caught Su Su's attention.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but it was too far away to hear clearly.

Su Su channeled her spiritual energy into her ears. This was a skill she had recently learned. Spiritual energy was an all-purpose magic weapon. If she wanted to run fast, she would channel spiritual energy into her legs; if she wanted to hear things from afar, she would use it on her ears.

It is worth mentioning that Su Su's spiritual energy is now naturally complete, unlike that day when her spiritual energy would overflow and be perceived by others even when she was still.

"That vixen Su Su! She bewitched my promising son and got him involved with the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion!" Su Su had just finished gathering her spiritual energy when she heard herself being scolded.

She was the first person to deliberately use her spiritual energy to invite criticism.

Su Su refused to listen any longer, so she put her legs up on Fu Sinian's desk and pressed an imprint into his neatly arranged papers.

Before Fu Ssu-nien could reprimand him.

"Hey, Fu Sinian, it sounds like your mother is scolding me outside."

Su Su did it on purpose, hmph, who told his mother to make her angry?

Fu Sinian frowned, "Put your legs down, young lady, all you do all day..."

A silencing spell!
Fu Sinian's voice stopped abruptly. He had experienced this magical spell many times in the past month.

Su Su laughed out loud, "Gagaga gagaga."

Under Fu Sinian's disapproving gaze, he grumbled.

The young Taoist priest, who was organizing the materials, trembled. This Senior Sister Su's laughter was truly unique. The first time he heard it, some of the young priests even mistook it for a duck that had entered the room.

The commotion outside the Imperial Preceptor's residence grew louder and louder. Madam Fu rushed inside, but was stopped at the door by the servants.

The servants were also at a loss. The two lords were now the new favorites of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, and their elders could not be offended. But if the old lady was allowed to enter, where would the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion's reputation be?
The servants, left with no other option, went to inform Fu Sinian.

Upon hearing the servant's report, Fu Sinian helplessly wrote on the paper, "Untie."

Su Su readily agreed and extended her hand, "Okay, here's the fee."

Having received the fifty taels of silver as payment, Su Su lifted the silence spell as promised.

Fu Sinian: "Want to go together?" Su Su told him with her back turned that she wasn't going!
Fu Ssu-nien shook his head. Really.

Outside the Imperial Preceptor's residence, Madam Fu finally saw her eldest son, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

She hugged Fu Sinian and cried loudly.

Fu Sinian helplessly helped the old lady up, "Mother, I'm currently working for the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. What will happen if you make a scene like this?"

"And what about that vixen? Did she bewitch you to the Imperial Preceptor's residence? My son, you have such a bright future..." The more Madam Fu thought about it, the angrier she became. "My son, you are a respectable scholar who passed the imperial examinations, you have such a bright future..."

"Thud." The sound of a knife piercing flesh.

Madam Fu suddenly felt a dampness on her chest. She looked down and saw that Fu Sinian, whom she was holding, had been pierced in the abdomen, with a red stain on his blue robe.

Fu Sinian stood before him, his expression stiff, his lips deathly pale, before collapsing helplessly into a pool of blood.

Madam Fu stiffly embraced Fu Sinian, but was pulled to the ground by his body.

"My son...my son..."

The male cultivator standing beside him froze. This was the work of those evil cultivators. They were finished. When the sect disciples arrived, they would definitely wipe them out!

Run! He must run! He has to leave the capital immediately!

The cultivators hidden among the crowd immediately realized what was happening. They stopped hiding and began to scatter and flee, channeling their spiritual energy.

They're finished! They're really doomed! They'll be skinned alive and their tendons ripped out by the Qingyun Sect, never to be reincarnated!
It's all those damned evil cultivators' fault!

At that moment, a shout rang out from the sky, "Who dares to commit evil here?!"

The swordsman in green robes ascended to the clouds, let out a loud shout, and an invisible sword aura rose from his body.

The sword energy plummeted from the sky into the crowd, as if it possessed a spirit, staring intently at the evil cultivator who had attempted to assassinate Fu Sinian.

In a short while, the swordsman pierced the evil cultivator's chest with his sword, and blood stained the area in front of the Imperial Preceptor's mansion.

When Su Su came out of the Imperial Preceptor's mansion, what she saw was a sword suddenly piercing the evil cultivator to death.

"What a fine sword!" Su Su's eyes widened, and the path of sword cultivation was now deeply imprinted in her heart.

"So handsome!"

The swordsman in green robes descended from the sky on his sword, and his jade-white face immediately caught Su Su's attention.

Unlike Fu Sinian's youthful inexperience, the green-robed swordsman, though appearing to be only around twenty, possessed a mature and composed demeanor.

The swordsman in green frowned. "Why aren't you coming to pay your respects to your martial uncle?"

"Uncle-Master, please!" Su Su quickly knelt down.

"Tsk." The swordsman in blue frowned even more. This little disciple doesn't know any manners at all. How did the Imperial Preceptor teach him?

"One knee!"

"Oh, oh." Su Su quickly changed her posture.

The blue-robed swordsman finally relaxed his brow slightly. "Get up."

"Yes, Uncle-Master!" Su Su stood up respectfully.

Following closely behind, a dozen more sword cultivators flew over on their swords.

The area in front of the Imperial Preceptor's residence suddenly became lively.

"Greetings, fellow disciples and seniors." After hesitating for a while, Su Su finally decided to present a good image to her fellow disciples, since the male lead would be saved in the end anyway. "My colleague was stabbed; is there any way to treat him?"

(End of this chapter)