Bai Suzhen, I really need to punish you properly.

Half an incense stick later.

Wang Xuan walked out alone.

"Palace Master, let's set off."

Leng Bingxin nodded slightly.

Leng Huazhi raised her voice and ordered, "Raise the sedan chair!"

The sedan chair slowly rose into the air, hovering in mid-air, drawing gasps of amazement from the entire city.

Wang Xuan thought to himself, "I wonder what versions of the magistrate and the fairy will be circulating in the future."

Leng Bingxin spoke calmly, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger: "You're quite the ladies' man."

Wang Xuanfei, standing beside the sedan chair, chuckled and replied, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have met the Palace Master. Actually, they are all kind demons who don't harm people; you'll understand once you spend more time with them."

Leng Bingxin glanced at him indifferently, her tone cold and blunt: "Why should I associate with them?"

Wang Xuan hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject, asking curiously, "Palace Master, how did you find me? Even if Daoji and you have both seen me, you couldn't possibly be sure it was me based on just a few descriptions, could you?"

After a moment of silence, Leng Bingxin spoke softly, "I am skilled in portraiture."

Wang Xuan's eyes lit up, and she asked eagerly, "Palace Master, did you draw this before or after you opened the letter? May I see it?"

I want some peace and quiet.

Wang Xuan's lips twitched.

Being arrogant is really not endearing!

They remained silent the rest of the way.

Although Leng Bingxin was at the early stage of Earth Immortal cultivation, the maids carrying her sedan chair were far inferior, so her flying speed was not very fast.

And so, they flew during the day and meditated at night, flying for three consecutive days.

Wang Xuan finally couldn't help but ask, "Palace Master, how long is it from here to the Heavenly Mountain Gate?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the celestial sedan chair suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Leng Bingxin, Leng Huazhi, and the four maids all turned to look at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan's heart tightened, and she asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Leng Huazhi's voice was filled with disbelief: "You don't know the location of Tianshan Gate?"

Wang Xuan looked bewildered and frowned slightly: "Should I know?"

Leng Bingxin said calmly, "We are following you."

The Tianshan Sect and the Xuan Nu Palace had not communicated for a long time, and neither sect knew the other's sect's location. They always assumed that Wang Xuan knew the way.

Wang Xuan's eyes widened slightly: "You came with me?"

He originally thought he had enabled the one-click follow function for Leng Bingxin, but he didn't expect that they had enabled the one-click follow function for him.

So for the past three days, they've been flying around aimlessly.

Wang Xuan was speechless for a moment, then found it amusing: "Palace Master, if you don't know, how would I know?"

"Didn't you say you were going to the Tianshan Sect to become an apprentice? Shouldn't you know that?" Leng Bingxin said with a hint of scrutiny in her voice, "Or are you just lying to me?"

"Of course I know how," Wang Xuan said calmly and without any panic. "I have a friend from Qingqiu who definitely knows the approximate location of Tianshan Gate."

"You know the location of Qingqiu, right?"

"certainly."

Feng San Niang had explained the location of Qingqiu to him in detail.

"Then let's set off."

Wang Xuan hesitated and said, "But Qingqiu seems to be exceptionally far away."

Leng Bingxin remained unmoved: "I have plenty of time."

Wang Xuan slightly raised his eyes, scrutinizing Leng Bingxin's exquisite profile, and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you didn't have time to waste with me while you were in my residence?"

Leng Bingxin remained expressionless, only her ears turned slightly red, and she said stiffly, "This is different."

Wang Xuan didn't ask any more questions, and pointed east: "Then let's fly towards the sea first."

The group changed direction and continued flying.

After a moment, Wang Xuan looked tired and complained, "Palace Master, I'm a little tired from flying. Can I squeeze in with you?"

Leng Huazhi immediately frowned and angrily rebuked, "What are you thinking? The Palace Master is of noble birth; how could she possibly ride in the same sedan chair as you?"

Instead of being annoyed, Wang Xuan laughed and said, "Why not? I'm just taking a short break. Would I be impolite to the Palace Master?"

Leng Huazhi said coldly, "If you were truly dedicated to cultivation, why would you have come to this?"

This man's household is filled with beautiful women; it's clear he spends all his time on worldly pleasures.

"I'm only nineteen years old this year, and I'm already at the mid-stage of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness. Is that really low?"

Leng Huazhi was at the mid-stage of the Refining Emptiness and Dao Integration realm, while the four maids were at the late-stage of the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness realm. Upon hearing this, they were all quite surprised.

Although Wang Xuan couldn't compare to them, his cultivation level was a complete game-changer among his peers.

Leng Bingxin shifted slightly, her tone icy: "Come in."

Leng Huazhi was instantly dumbfounded, filled with disbelief.

Wang Xuan was overjoyed; he hadn't expected Leng Bingxin to agree so readily.

He couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

Could it be that Leng Bingxin still harbors feelings for him after learning the truth?

Perhaps Leng Bingxin genuinely hoped that he would join the Tianshan Sect, and that the two of them would form a so-called predestined bond.

Thinking of this, he secretly made up his mind that if that were the case, he would take the initiative to launch an attack.

He quickly lifted the curtain and entered, sitting to Leng Bingxin's left.

The palanquin wasn't very big to begin with, and inside there was only a magnificent throne. It felt rather cramped for two people to sit together.

Wang Xuan's thigh gently touched the hem of her skirt, and through the thin fabric, he could vaguely feel the delicate and warm skin beneath.

He secretly observed Leng Bingxin.

Leng Bingxin clasped her hands together on her knees, and wore a sapphire ring on her right index finger, a symbol of her status as the Palace Master of Xuan Nu Palace.

Her breathing was light and shallow, her breath as sweet as orchids.

Wang Xuan, smelling the orchid-like and musky fragrance emanating from the other person, felt a sudden stirring of desire within him.

He deliberately asked, "Palace Master, judging from your appearance, you should be about my age, right?"

Leng Bingxin's breathing hitched slightly, and she let out a soft hum: "Mmm."

Wang Xuan couldn't help but laugh. He knew Leng Bingxin's age; this palace master was just too adorable.

He tried to suppress the urge to smile, and then softly praised, "Palace Master, your hands are so beautiful."

Outside the celestial palanquin, upon hearing this, the Dharma Protector Leng Huazhi immediately stared warily at Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan was indeed up to no good.

Their sect has two great treasures: the sect leader and the Dragon Saliva Dew.

If the sect leader were to be tricked by Wang Xuan again, it would be a complete shock.

However, she couldn't interfere with the palace master's decision on her own, so she could only glare angrily at Wang Xuan, hoping he wouldn't be ungrateful.

Leng Bingxin stared straight ahead and did not answer.

Wang Xuan pressed her advantage, saying, "Palace Master, I recently obtained a fragrant juice that can be applied to nails; it looks quite beautiful. How about I apply it for you?"

Leng Bingxin remained silent.

Wang Xuan, however, did not feel embarrassed at all; by not refusing, he was tacitly agreeing.

He slowly reached out and gently grasped her left wrist.

Leng Bingxin did not resist, but a blush quietly rose on her face. She still looked ahead and pretended to be calm.

"Palace Master, your hands are so small."

Wang Xuan gently supported her delicate hand with his left hand, and with his right hand, he took a small brush from the cave and carefully applied flower juice to her round and full nails.

Leng Huazhi was furious. She wished she could kick this dog of a man who coveted her palace master out of the sedan chair, but the palace master did not respond, so she could only suppress her resentment.

"Palace Master," Wang Xuan suddenly spoke softly, tentatively, "If, I mean if, the Tianshan Sect is unwilling to accept me as..."

Before Wang Xuan could finish speaking, Leng Bingxin immediately looked at him with a mixture of anger and resentment, her face cold and her aura chilling.

Wang Xuan immediately understood and changed his tune: "The fortune teller told me that I would definitely be able to join the Tianshan Sect."

Leng Bingxin's tense brows relaxed slightly, and her coldness faded. If Wang Xuan still couldn't understand Leng Bingxin's meaning, he might as well just smash his head against a block of tofu and die.

"Ahem." Wang Xuan coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Palace Master, actually, I didn't finish telling Nalan Yanran's story last time. Would you like to hear it again?"