While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

How could a sheltered young lady know about Wuliang Mountain, which is thousands of miles away? How could this not arouse suspicion?

However, hearing Mu Jianping speak with such conviction and determination, Fang Yi summoned several experts from the Mu Prince's Mansion to escort her there.

"Because I...I...Oh, I just know! Senior sister, I'm not lying to you."

Mu Jianping felt a little guilty, after all, they hadn't found the treasure and had come up empty-handed, making everyone's trip in vain.

Fearing that everyone would misunderstand that she was making fun of them, Mu Jianping quickly explained, "Really! I really didn't lie to you! It's just... it's just that we arrived late, and the treasure was intercepted."

The guards dared not accept her apology with a clear conscience and repeatedly said they dared not.

Fang Yi was skeptical, and said, "Alright, I believe you. But, little princess, now you should tell me what this treasure you're talking about is, right?"

"They are two martial arts manuals." Mu Jianping originally wanted to give Fang Yi a surprise, but now that she had missed her chance, there was no need to hide it anymore.

Martial arts manual?

The Mu family has quite a few martial arts manuals, yet the young princess is so concerned about them; it seems they are of great importance.

Fang Yi then asked, "What level of martial arts is it?"

Mu Jianping tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "At least it's a divine skill."

"Divine skill?! At least?!"

Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, wondering if she had misheard.

Divine skills are not something to be trifled with; in the vast Mu Royal Mansion, there isn't even a single one.

Yes, there used to be. The ancestors of the Mu family were able to follow the Ming Taizu in his eastern and western campaigns, so they were naturally not ordinary people. They even cultivated half of a fragmented sacred text!

However, a century has passed, and the Mu family has experienced numerous internal conflicts and split up several times, resulting in the loss of many martial arts skills after the death of their master.

Even that half of the sacred text has become increasingly incomplete, and it is now impossible to cultivate it.

Upon suddenly hearing that the treasure of Wuliang Mountain was actually a secret manual for starting a divine skill, Fang Yi's first reaction was disbelief.

Seeing this, Mu Jianping had no choice but to repeat it again.

Then, under Fang Yi's persistent questioning, she explained everything she could.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi became even more interested and immediately ordered everyone to disperse and search.

Although Mu Jianping felt that someone had already beaten her to it, Fang Yi still held onto a sliver of hope.

Mu Jianping watched Fang Yi's busy figure and sighed inwardly.

[Character: Mu Jianping]

[Instruments: 8]

【Favourability: 8】

This is her score; she just met the standard.

However, Mu Jianping was unconvinced. She felt that it was because she was too young and her body had not yet fully developed, otherwise she would definitely have received a higher score in appearance.

She was quite surprised to learn that Fang Yi did not have a copy of the diary.

After all, her senior sister was very beautiful.

Surprised, she used her access privileges to check Fang Yi's rating.

[Character: Fang Yi]

[Instruments: 9]

【Favourability: 5】

No feeling!

The diarist was surprisingly indifferent to his beautiful senior sister, which was completely inconsistent with his philandering nature.

So Mu Jianping began to wonder whether the owner of the diary didn't know who her senior sister was, or whether she had some kind of grudge against her senior sister that even a score of "nine" in appearance couldn't make up for.

She still hasn't figured it out.

At the same time, she felt sorry for Fang Yi, who was destined to miss out on the daily and monthly True Qi rewards.

"If I bring my senior sister to him, he'll definitely fall for her. Once his affection for her grows, won't my senior sister be able to win his heart?"

She and Fang Yi were not only mistress and servant, but also fellow disciples. Fang Yi had always treated her very well, and Mu Jianping remembered it all.

Therefore, she wanted to share any benefits with Fang Yi.

With her little head spinning, the little girl began to plan for her beautiful senior sister.

042 Her beauty is heavenly, captivating men, women, young and old alike.

Jiang Sishui and Zhao Qiying were deeply in love in the train carriage, seemingly enjoying another peaceful day.

Suddenly, Zhao Tianhao's shout came from outside the car: "Stop!"

The two then felt the carriage stop.

There is a situation!

They exchanged a glance, gripped their longswords tightly, lifted the carriage curtain, and jumped out.

The caravan had now turned from the rear to the front, with each of the guards holding a blade, their expressions serious, and the atmosphere heavy.

The two went straight to Zhao Tianhao's side, and just as they were about to ask him something, they saw that Zhao Tianhao's eyes were fixed straight ahead without moving.

So I followed his gaze.

Two figures appeared side by side ahead, simultaneously displaying their light-footed skills, their sleeves billowing as they rushed towards them.

"So fast!"

Zhao Qiying's expression changed slightly. Such speed was something even her father might not be able to achieve, let alone her.

This means that the person who comes is either a grandmaster like Yun Zhonghe who is known for his lightness skills, or a true grandmaster!

Neither of them are easy to deal with.

Now, the other side is rushing this way. Could it be that they are coming for them?

No wonder Zhao Tianhao was so on high alert.

Jiang Sishui slowly climbed the sword hilt with her right hand, her sword intent contained but not released.

If the other party is hostile, he would not hesitate to strike them with his sword!

Although the current "Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique" is only equivalent to the ultimate killing power of a second-level Grandmaster, if a Grandmaster underestimates him and is given the opportunity, he may still kill them with one blow.

After all, apart from martial artists who practice external martial arts, the human body itself is extremely fragile.

Once the protective aura is broken, even a child with a kitchen knife could kill a Grandmaster who doesn't resist.

As they drew closer, everyone could see that they were two young men in their early twenties.

One of them was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a light blue robe, with a long sword hanging at his waist. He had a handsome face and a graceful demeanor. His lightness skill made him move like a flowing cloud.

With such looks and demeanor, even Zhao Tianhao couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart: What a dragon among men!

The other, however, was the complete opposite of him.

He was not only a young monk, but also an ugly one.

With thick eyebrows, big eyes, upturned nostrils, protruding ears, and very thick lips, he had a simple and honest appearance that made him seem easy to bully.

However, Zhao Tianhao dared not underestimate him in the slightest, because the ugly monk's lightness skill was no less than that of the young master.

The two chased each other, arriving like the wind.

As the caravan approached, the young master didn't stop or take a detour. He snorted, gathered his strength, and leaped over the heads of the caravan members.

Light as a swallow, soaring through the vast sky.

This was extremely rude, but by the time the bodyguards shouted, he was already far away.

Instead, the ugly monk stopped in front of the caravan, put his hands together, and bowed to the crowd in a Buddhist gesture.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

After hastily apologizing, the ugly monk bypassed the caravan and continued his pursuit with a determined look, soon disappearing from sight.

The group exchanged glances, their faces showing surprise.

However, since these two weren't coming for them, that was for the best.

Zhao Mengjiao chuckled and said, "This little monk is really ugly. I've never seen anyone so ugly before. Like begets like, I wonder what his parents look like."

Although her words were true, they were particularly harsh.

Zhao Tianhao was greatly displeased upon hearing this and sternly rebuked him: "Shut up! Appearance is something one is born with, and what can one do about it? This young master is of pure character, how can you judge a book by its cover!"

Seeing her father's displeasure, Zhao Mengjiao dared not argue, but she was inwardly unconvinced.

With everything alright, Zhao Qiying breathed a slight sigh of relief. Turning her head, she noticed that Jiang Sishui seemed somewhat dazed, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Sishui snapped out of her reverie and smiled, "It's nothing, I just remembered something."

Zhao Qiying's heart stirred, and she vaguely guessed what was going on.

It seems that Brother Jiang ran into some "acquaintances" and recognized them.