The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

"Shut up! Get out of here!"

"Damn it! I'll remember you too!!"

"Good, remember that. Next time you come to Sanyan City, keep your tail between your legs."

"you!!"

"............."

Because I had already decided on the gift I wanted to buy, I was able to buy it much faster this time than before.

Having chosen his gift, Qin Yangjun had no interest in sightseeing in Sanyan City.

He returned to Yuqian Sect with the gifts.

This time, Qin Yangjun didn't let Mi Hua carry it. That girl is always so absent-minded, and he didn't have the energy to go back and buy it again.

Since it was still early, Qin Yangjun decided to visit Yueyao first.

In front of Yueyao's manor, it was as quiet as before. On the side, Qin Yangjun could still see the pit he had dug not long ago to fool Linghu'er.

Qin Yangjun arrived at the door and knocked.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

There was a moment of silence inside, then a clear and helpless voice came out.

"As I've already said, I'm unwell and need to rest. Young Master Feng, please leave."

"Young Master Feng? It's me, Junior Sister? Haven't you recovered yet?"

Didn't Ling'er say before that Yueyao's injuries had almost recovered?

And this Young Master Feng, is he a member of the Feng family?

Chapter Eleven: A Moment of Beauty

As Qin Yangjun was pondering, the door creaked open.

"Brother! You're back!"

Yueyao, dressed in white casual clothes, looked at Qin Yangjun with a joyful expression.

At this moment, her gaze swept over Mi Hua next to Qin Yangjun. Yue Yao suddenly froze for a moment, but soon, the figure of the girl in front of her overlapped with a familiar figure.

"Puffed rice?"

Yueyao spoke with some surprise and uncertainty, clearly unsure of her guess.

"Hmph! It is indeed me!"

Mika stood with her hands on her hips, head held high, looking arrogant.

Yes, with that arrogant attitude, it must be her.

This made Yueyao even more puzzled. How could Mihua have grown so big in just a short time?

Although she was puzzled, Yueyao did not ask immediately, but instead welcomed the two in.

Yueyao led the two to the pavilion behind her courtyard.

A pipa leaned against a pavilion pillar, and some pastries and candies were placed on the table in the center, along with a few books scattered around.

Seeing the messy scene on the table, Yueyao blushed and quickly stepped forward to tidy up the things on the table.

After that, it was time to boil water, make tea, and prepare pastries again.

Seeing Yueyao bustling around, Qin Yangjun couldn't help but ask:

"I remember the Grand Elder arranged servants for you. Where are they?"

Yueyao smiled, poured out the first cup of tea, and said as she brewed a new cup:

“I dismissed them all. I’m not used to being waited on. I prefer to do things myself. Besides, I don’t actually stay in this courtyard very often.”

As she spoke, Yueyao looked up at the house in front of her.

"Senior brother, you should know that I spend most of my time in the cultivation tower. It's just that I ended up signing a contract with Bing'er later on, which is why I often come back here."

Bing'er is the name Yueyao gave to the Ice-Fire Jade Scale Horse. I heard Ling'er mention it casually before. After the incident with Mihua, Yueyao and Linghu actually became good friends.

The two also kept in touch. Ling Hu'er taught Yue Yao how to raise the Ice and Fire Jade Scale Horse, while Yue Yao taught Ling Hu'er musical instruments, and Yue Yao learned them quite well.

Under her tutelage, the Ice-Fire Jade Scale Horse has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and shone brightly in this war, helping Yueyao a great deal. However, it was also injured and is probably still recovering at the clinic, which is why we didn't see it earlier.

I just wonder how well Linghu'er is learning her musical instruments.

Then, Qin Yangjun took out his gift. In fact, Qin Yangjun was still a little uneasy. After all, Yueyao was also a cultivator. Would she find it disgusting if he gave her something that belonged to a mortal?

However, his doubts were quickly dispelled, and a strange light shone in Yueyao's eyes the moment she saw the box.

"This is a sandalwood box from Yunxiang Pavilion in Sanyan City. Senior Brother, how did you know I like their incense?!"

Yueyao picked up the box and gently fanned it, releasing a fragrant aroma.

"That's right, it smells just like that. I was injured before and didn't have time to go down the mountain, so we ran out of incense in the house. I didn't expect my senior brother to bring it up so quickly. We really are on the same wavelength."

Seeing that Yueyao was pleased, Qin Yangjun breathed a sigh of relief.

"nice! You love it."

The two looked at each other, and an inexplicable atmosphere surrounded them, completely forgetting that there was a 'third wheel' beside them.

Mihua, who was being ignored, secretly bit her fingernails. She could have ruined this tender moment.

"Damn it! If it weren't for that guy..."

Since it was still early, Qin Yangjun was not in a hurry to leave. He took the opportunity to witness Yueyao's musical knowledge.

Yueyao played a pipa tune for Qin Yangjun. The melodious and clear sound seemed to purify the soul. When the piece ended, Qin Yangjun couldn't help but applaud.

Yueyao blushed slightly, feeling both delighted and a little disappointed. She was delighted that Qin Yangjun liked her pipa, but disappointed that her senior brother hadn't understood the deeper meaning behind her piece.

Overall, however, today was a day she could be happy about.

In the snow-covered pavilion, her beloved sipped tea while she played music for him—what a beautiful scene...

Thinking of this, Yueyao's face turned even redder, but when she raised her head, she met Mihua's unusually resentful gaze.

"Humph!"

Mihua seemed to notice Yueyao looking at her, gave a soft snort, and turned her head away.

Yueyao's shyness immediately lessened considerably.

She was the only flaw in today's beauty.

Afterwards, Qin Yangjun chatted with Yueyao for a while, discussing many topics related to the war.

Yueyao didn't talk about Feng Xiaoting. She didn't like him being a frivolous guy, and in her opinion, mentioning him would ruin the beautiful atmosphere at the moment.

Qin Yangjun didn't bother to find out who the young master Feng was that Yueyao had asked at the door, because he already knew who it was.

The two chatted and laughed, but Mihua hung her head, her little face completely drooping, and in the end she could only eat the pastries in a fit of resentment.

As they chatted, Yueyao mentioned something that suddenly perked Qin Yangjun up.

"Junior sister, do you mean that when you were on patrol, you discovered a white pillar of light that fell from the sky, and when you touched the pillar, there was no spiritual energy fluctuation?"

Yueyao nodded.

"Yes, but that pillar of light disappeared very quickly. By the time I arrived from afar, the pillar of light had already disappeared. I could only search the vicinity. At first, I thought it was a demonic method, but I found a group of people nearby. I felt that they were not from the demonic path because they did not have any demonic energy on them."

"There were many of them, probably more than a dozen at a glance. They weren't very strong, only at the Golden Core stage. But they were very perceptive. Before I could observe them for long, one of the men noticed my presence. After they discovered me, they didn't attack me, but turned and left."

“Those people were very fast, and they used a powder I had never seen before. That powder could disrupt one’s consciousness, so I lost track of them.”

Qin Yangjun pondered for a moment.

"Could they be from some reclusive minor sect or family?"

Yueyao shook her head.

"That's unlikely. I've never seen their style of clothing before. It doesn't look like the attire of the Great Universe. It's more like the style of the Eastern Continent."

"The style of Dongzhou?!"

Qin Yangjun was stunned again upon hearing this.

Do you remember what those people were wearing?

Yueyao frowned slightly.

"Hmm... Among that group of people, the women were wearing red, but the clothes seemed to have been deliberately modified, being unusually revealing, and they also wore strange headdresses and veils. The men were all bald, dressed in all black, and their clothes were also very revealing. Oh, and they all had one thing in common: they all had a red ribbon wrapped around their wrists."

Chapter Thirteen: His Expectations

Upon hearing Yueyao's words, Qin Yangjun fell into deep thought, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

The woman was dressed in red, wearing a strange headdress and a veil; the man was black and bald. Both were scantily clad, tied with red ribbons. Scantily clad... red ribbons... wait a minute... could those ribbons be...?

Golden Desire Silk?!

Qin Yangjun suddenly slammed his hand on the table, startling Mi Hua, who was munching on pastries, causing her to drop the pastries to the ground.

Qin Yangjun turned to look at Yueyao.

"Junior sister, that ribbon you mentioned, doesn't it have a touch of gold at the end?"

Looking at Qin Yangjun's serious expression, Yueyao recalled for a moment.

"It seems... yes, senior brother, have you guessed their identities?"

Qin Yangjun revealed an expression of "I knew it," regained his composure, and took a sip of tea.

"Judging from your description of the clothing and the ribbon, if I'm not mistaken, you should be a member of the Joyful Cult."

"The Joyful Cult?!"

Upon hearing this name, Yueyao was also taken aback, because she had heard of this name before.

Meanwhile, Mihua, standing to the side, was filled with question marks.