A master of comedy!

"The Daoist Tongtian, Patriarch Prajna..."

Inside the governor's mansion in Luoyang.

Zhou Sheng held the intelligence sent by the sect's spies, a smile appearing on his face. He didn't seem to feel much pressure facing the two Earth Immortals who were about to arrive.

Instead, a sense of eagerness welled up inside me.

This battle of Luoyang will surely go down in history, marking Zhou Sheng's first high-profile appearance on the historical stage of this world.

Before, the performances were staged on a platform; now, the whole world has become that platform.

Not only do we need to win, we need to win beautifully!
Therefore, in the past few days, he has been guiding Jinse in her cultivation, and occasionally he will also give guidance to the elites in the Longhua Sect who he finds worthy.

Of course, during the process of instructing Jinse, the girl seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, always finding ways to have intimate contact with him, and even saying that she had forgotten where a certain acupoint was and asked Zhou Sheng to press it for her.

The fierce attack was so overwhelming that Zhou Sheng was almost unable to defend against it and nearly lost several times.

However, the ambiguous feelings between the two also quickly grew and strengthened under these intimate contact.

Even now, Jinse would openly and without any hesitation link her arm with his in front of everyone and gently press the ample bosom of her slender waist against his.

In private, this now supreme leader of the Longhua Sect would serve him like a maid. If Zhou Sheng refused, she wouldn't get angry; she would just look at him silently with a wronged and pitiful gaze, and after a while, say something—

"Does Master no longer want Jinse?"

Zhou Sheng could only smile wryly, feeling as if he had done something that would anger both heaven and man, and he couldn't even stand up straight.

He couldn't bear to blame Jinse, so he could only blame the book left behind by the Buddha Mother, which had caused considerable harm.

"Tanker!"

Just as I thought of Jinse, she rushed over, her face showing a hint of... unease?
Zhou Sheng frowned slightly, did some quick calculations with his fingers, and then a look of realization appeared on his face.

"Master, the imperial army has arrived fifty miles outside Luoyang and is temporarily resting. They have sent an envoy who has come to the mansion and wants to see us."

"In war, envoys shall not be killed."

Zhou Sheng laughed and said, "A mere envoy would never cause the sect leader such a panic. I guess the envoy's identity must be very special."

"Teacher~"

Jinse gave a reproachful look, then sat down beside him, almost habitually pressing against his shoulder, reaching out to grab his sleeve and gently shaking it.

"Xiaofeng is here, and I... I'm a little afraid to see her..."

Among the envoys from outside the city, two were quite special: one was Bao Ying, the Iron-Faced Marquis of Da Xuan, and the other was Yang Ying, the son of the commander-in-chief Yang Dingbang and a former general.

Of course, Zhou Sheng and Jinse both understood that Yang Ying was actually a woman, the reincarnation of Yao Tai Feng.

"Tanker, why don't you... go see them?"

Jinse said shyly, her eyes avoiding Zhou Sheng's gaze.

The usually imposing and unpredictable leader of the Jinse Cult, who commanded hundreds of thousands of followers, was now like a little girl caught stealing candy by an adult.

Although he had made up his mind to take advantage of Xiao Feng's reincarnation to seize the opportunity and take over the troupe leader.

But she was, after all, Jinse, and she still cared about her sisterhood with Xiaofeng. Even in the matter of Zhou Sheng, her original plan was to win over the troupe leader first, and then find a way to accompany the troupe leader with Xiaofeng after Xiaofeng regained her memories of her past life.

She never intended to hurt Xiaofeng, but even so, she couldn't help feeling guilty.

"What, Your Excellency, do you dare to do it but not dare to take responsibility?"

Zhou Sheng chuckled and teased, then reached out and took her delicate, boneless hand in his. Her skin was smooth and tender, like a new bamboo shoot in March. In particular, her long, slender fingers were as elegant as jade carvings, exuding a slight coolness.

Jinse's somewhat guilty eyes instantly brightened, her glassy pupils resembling a celestial pool under the sunlight, rippling with light.

This was the first time the troupe leader had taken her hand on his own initiative. It wasn't for healing, but rather with a lover's force and domineering presence, enveloping her entire palm.

"Let's go. Some things you just have to face. You can't avoid them."

The hardest thing to bear is the favor of a beautiful woman.

Zhou Sheng knew Jinse's feelings perfectly well. She had already been brave enough. As a man, if he pretended to be confused at this point, he would be too irresponsible.

Which should I choose, Feng Dajia or Jinse?
Haha, only children make choices.

This world is inherently capable of having multiple wives and concubines. Zhou Sheng cultivated to the level of an Earth Immortal, becoming a powerful figure in his time. It's already considered exemplary that he only had two wives.

This is mainly because although he appreciates beauty, he is not greedy. Beauty is not the most important thing; what truly matters is affection.

Needless to say, Yao Taifeng and Yao Taifeng were inseparable, their love stronger than gold.

Jinse waited for many years, her devotion unwavering. Despite her high status, she was still willing to risk everything for him. More importantly, her courage moved Zhou Sheng.

Only when it reaches this point will he truly acknowledge and accept the other person; otherwise, it's merely a superficial, carnal attraction that will pass by quickly.

Of course, in order not to upset Xiao Ying, who has not yet awakened her memories, and to avoid causing bad consequences, the two of them let go of each other's hands when they entered the reception hall.

Even so, Jinse still felt an indescribable sweetness in her heart. Thinking that Xiaofeng was inside, she felt guilty, but also a little bit of...excitement.

Push open the door.

The Great Xuan delegation immediately looked over.

The first to enter the hall was Zhou Sheng. He was dressed in a blue robe, with a refined and elegant appearance. He was so handsome that he seemed to have stepped out of a painting, and his pale golden pupils were even more extraordinary.

Jinse, the leader of the Longhua Sect, spontaneously lagged behind, following behind him with her guqin in her arms, her head bowed. To an outsider, she would have been mistaken for a noble young master's personal maid.

But this maid is far too beautiful.

Most of the delegation had never seen Jinse before. They had heard of her reputation as the most beautiful woman in the world, but thought it was just an empty boast. Now that they had seen her in person, they regarded her as a celestial being.

That graceful figure in white, pure as snow, stood in the dappled light and shadow, making even the setting sun seem to forget which direction to flow.

Every strand of hair was crystal clear, and every wisp of skin seemed to shimmer with moonlight—it was unbelievably beautiful.

Even Yang Ying, a woman, was captivated by the dazzling beauty and felt an inexplicable sense of inferiority.

Perhaps this is the kind of woman every man should pursue, unlike her, who only likes swords, spears, and fighting...

Only one person completely ignored Jinse's beauty, staring quietly at Zhou Sheng with a complex expression.

He raised his hand, straightened his hat, and bowed.

"Bao Ying, the Great Xuan Zhengshi, greets the Jinse Sect Master and Zhou Tianzun."

The others then seemed to wake from a dream, remembering their mission, but their eyes still couldn't help but glance at Jinse.

"Brother Bao, when did we become so distant?"

"Don't give me that. I, Zhou Sheng, will only drink with steamed buns. I won't give any face to the envoy."

Zhou Sheng took his seat, but Jinse did not sit down. Instead, she stood beside him.

He raised his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp towards Bao Ying, spilling a few drops of wine in the process.

Jinse then very naturally took out an embroidered handkerchief and wiped his clothes.

Yang Ying watched this scene, a slight pang of sadness rising in her heart. For some reason, she always felt that Brother Zhou and Sister Jinse...

Things have changed a little. (End of Chapter)