I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

"Have you heard? That young swordsman who displayed such prowess at the city gate is going to settle in our Qingzhou!"

"Huh? Really? I thought these immortal beings lived a life of luxury, untouched by worldly affairs!"

"Oh! It's true! My great-uncle's granddaughter-in-law's brother works in the government office, and he said the governor himself told me!"

Qingzhou City is nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

It is bordered by Mount Tai to the east and the Jishui River to the west.

Xicheng District is dotted with pavilions and painted boats, which have been the residences of high-ranking officials and nobles since ancient times.

In this area where brothels and taverns are concentrated, Yunxiang Tower is the most prestigious.

Many wealthy merchants gathered here to exchange information.

The girls here are also the most beautiful, making people linger and never want to leave.

"What are you gentlemen talking about? Could you please explain it to Yan'er?"

Take, for example, the one standing in front of them.

Her cherry-like lips parted slightly, and she captivated the entire table of guests.

She was the top courtesan at Yunxiang Tower, and naturally the top courtesan in the entire Qingzhou. Even the governor and the prefectural governor could invite her.

"Miss Yan'er!"

The merchants were naturally thrilled to receive such a question from a young lady!

He recounted the dramatic events that unfolded at the city gate in a vivid and detailed manner, as if spilling beans on the spot.

When I heard that the monk Qing'an had been killed by a sword immortal from another place.

Yan'er's face instantly stiffened, and she almost lost her composure and forced a smile.

The voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of a throat: "Qing'an is dead?"

However, the three men did not notice Yan'er's unusual behavior, and instead spoke firmly:

"That's right, completely dead. He seemed really scared when he died; he almost wet his pants!"

A man in the front row, who had a clear view, added.

"If you ask me, that guy named Yan something, who claimed to be a big shot, couldn't even handle a fox demon. Now he's disappeared without a trace. Unlike this young hero, who killed that monk on the spot, with a swift and decisive stroke! He was so handsome! If I were a woman, I'd want to marry him!"

To attract Yan'er's attention, he even struck a pose resembling the way Ximen Qing killed the monk Qing'an, as he remembered it.

However, when he turned around, he found that the beauty had already left, and he could only sit down awkwardly.

Meanwhile, Yan'er, who had just been wandering around the lobby gathering information, had already arrived at the top of Yunxiang Tower.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

An indescribable smell wafted over, causing her brows to furrow slightly.

However, she did not stop walking, but went straight into the room.

Passing through the light blue and red gauze curtains, we finally arrived at the inner room.

On the bed sat a pale-faced man sitting cross-legged, his flawless face hidden beneath a black hooded robe.

It was the kind of handsome that didn't belong to a real person; such a face could only have been created by hand.

"Something's happened! A powerful swordsman has arrived! Monk Qing'an is dead!"

Yan'er's words were concise and to the point.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man opened his eyes instantly, his gaze sharp as lightning, and finally landed on the window.

He staggered to his feet, his clothes, which were not fastened tightly, falling loose and revealing a bloody scar on his back. Golden magic power continued to erode the wound.

He pushed open the door with his hunched back and stood on the roof of the five-story Yunxiang Tower, overlooking the entire city of Qingzhou.

The unfinished, hundred-foot-tall pagoda representing Lianye Temple in the distance is so eye-catching.

At the foot of the pagoda, the once brightly lit Lianye Temple now appears utterly silent and dark.

"Those who do evil will not escape punishment! However, to think that someone would dare to openly kill a monk from the Wutai Sect is truly a case of youthful audacity!"

The man's voice carried a unique sense of vicissitude and desolation.

"You know about this?" Yan'er looked at him subconsciously, otherwise how would he know that the one who killed Qing'an was a young sword immortal?

"Heh, those old men wouldn't risk public condemnation by stirring up conflict between the righteous and the unorthodox sects. They're probably just ignorant newcomers. But, being able to kill Qing'an, they're certainly not insignificant! Cough cough cough, did we clean up the mess properly?"

The man turned his head, and just then, a breeze blew by, making his fur stand on end and his two fox tails stand up involuntarily.

That's right, he is the fox demon who broke into Changting Village, and also the culprit behind the rampant half-demon population in the city.

The swallow in front of him nodded and stepped forward to close the window for him:

"Clean! Everything's been taken care of! Besides, we didn't have much contact with Qing'an to begin with, so he didn't know where we were! But..."

"Why are you stammering? Speak!"

The fox demon looked at Yan'er and couldn't help but scold her.

"However, there are rumors that the governor's daughter has already returned to the city!"

"Oh? It's her?"

The fox demon's eyes lit up instantly, and he rushed to Yan'er using all four limbs, the two of them getting incredibly close.

Tell me! Where is she now!

The fox demon roared impatiently.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say!"

Facing her face so close to his, Yan'er raised her hand to stroke it, took a deep breath, and said, "She and that young sword immortal are friends, and they're currently under protection! If we force the issue, a fight is inevitable! With your body, which was severely injured by Yan Chixia, can you withstand it?"

As Yan'er finished speaking, she cupped the man's face in her hands, a look of infatuation on her face, and said, "Bai Heng! Your Wu'er has been dead for ten years. Don't even think about it. I'm here. You can treat me as her! Let's leave this place and return to Mount Tai before those sword immortals find us! The king won't blame us! We'll start over..."

Peng!

Before she could finish speaking, Yan'er was already pressed to the ground by a powerful force.

The surging and uncontrollable demonic power pressed down on the floor, causing it to creak. Overwhelmed, Yan'er revealed her true form: a little sparrow.

"So noisy!"

In the end, the fox demon named Bai Heng didn't truly kill her. He simply turned his back, not even glancing at the sparrow demon lying on the ground, barely alive, and coldly said, "My experiment has reached its final stage. That woman... she carries A-Wu's blood and A-Wu's demonic power. I only need to communicate with the Netherworld one last time to bring A-Wu back to life! Remember, there will be no next time! Since I could grant you demonhood, I can also kill you!"

After Bai Heng finished speaking, he walked straight downstairs.

As night fell, his injuries had healed slightly, and it was time to make final preparations.

Sword Immortal!? Hmph!

Even if we could kill that bald monk Qing'an, he's still just a little kid who hasn't even grown his first hair.

What does it even amount to?

No one can stop him from saving Ah Wu!

No one can!

The bright moon hangs high under the same sky.

A sneeze!

Ximen Qing rubbed his nose, subconsciously did some calculations, and realized that he had already used up his skills for the day.

I pulled my fingers back and couldn't help but think about it.

Who is thinking of him?

Looking to his side, he saw Zhou Qingyun and Hua Baoyan.

Or were the three women, Nie Xiaoqian and her companions, who got off the car with Simon in the distance?

This is so annoying!