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Yu Linzhou scooped up a wonton and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly a couple of times.

The taste was indeed good. Although the food in the mortal world could not compare to the exquisite spiritual cuisine of the sect, it had the advantage of being down-to-earth and familiar.

After drinking hot soup or water, I felt much more comfortable.

He put down his spoon, took out a spirit stone from his sleeve, casually placed it on the table, and left the wonton shop.

The boss came over to clear the dishes and was stunned when he caught sight of the shiny spirit stone on the table.

He quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket, glancing around furtively like a thief, his heart pounding.

Good heavens, this is like encountering an immortal! Such a large spirit stone, and of such good quality, it could easily fetch several dozen taels of silver at a pawnshop, enough to feed his whole family for several years.

He chased after the man to the door, intending to thank him, but the man had already vanished from the street.

The boss stood by the door, rubbing the spirit stone repeatedly, muttering "May the immortals bless me," before happily returning to the stove to continue his work.

As soon as Yu Linzhou left the wonton shop, he used his divine sense to re-lock onto Lin Zhixu's location.

……

Lin Zhixu went directly to the yamen (government office).

Two constables at the entrance were yawning against a pillar. Seeing him walk up the steps, they immediately hardened their expressions and raised their hands to stop him: "Halt! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed in!"

Lin Zhixu stopped and asked calmly, "Are you looking for someone to exorcise an evil spirit?"

The constable asked in surprise, "How did you know? Can you really predict the future?"

Lin Zhixu: "...It's all over the place, it's hard not to know."

The constable: "..."

They're overthinking it.

The two constables exchanged a glance. One of them, a tall, thin man, sized him up and down, then asked suspiciously, "Are you here to exorcise evil spirits too?"

Lin Zhixu nodded.

The suspicion on their faces deepened.

These days, it's mostly Taoist priests and monks who have come to my door.

They're either all white-haired or have an otherworldly air about them. This kid in front of him looks younger than his son. What real skills could he possibly have?

Although the constable saw that he looked young, he had a calm demeanor, and although his robes were simple in style, the material was obviously not ordinary.

Fearing he might offend some important person, he didn't dare to be too impolite and advised, "Young master, you're so young, don't treat this as a spectacle."

"Nanshan has been quite unsettled lately; even government officials have gotten caught up in it. This is no joke. If you're just curious, you'd better head back now."

Lin Zhixu shook his head: "I'm not here to play around, I really am here to help exorcise evil spirits."

Just as he was about to take out his token from his waist to prove his identity, a gentle voice came from behind him: "What's going on?"

The two constables looked up, immediately composed themselves, and bowed their heads respectfully, saying, "Immortal Master."

Lin Zhixu turned around and saw a young man in his early twenties walking towards him.

The man was dressed in white, with a handsome face. His robes fluttered gently in the wind, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance.

Lin Zhixu's gaze lingered on his white robes for a moment, and subconsciously, he thought of Yan Lingcang, a man who wore white robes with the utmost elegance.

He looked away, silently cursing in his heart.

Indeed, there is hardly anyone in this world more suited to white robes than Yan Lingcang.

The man in white approached, his gaze sweeping over the two men before finally settling on Lin Zhixu. His tone was gentle, but his eyes held a hint of scrutiny: "And who is this?"

The constable beside him quickly explained, "Master, this young man says he's also here to help exorcise evil spirits, and we're trying to persuade him to leave..."

The man waved his hand, indicating that the constables didn't need to say anything more.

He sized up Lin Zhixu for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

With his cultivation level, he couldn't even discern the man's true strength.

Either the other party is just an ordinary person, or they used some kind of magical artifact to conceal their cultivation level.

He figured the other person didn't seem mentally unstable and wouldn't come to the government office to cause trouble for no reason; he figured they must have some skill.

He raised his hand in a gesture of respect and introduced himself: "My name is Wen Wuqing. May I ask how I should address you, friend?"

Lin Zhixu returned the greeting and only gave his name.

Wen Wuqing didn't press further, and smiled, "Since Fellow Daoist Lin has also come for matters concerning Nanshan, why don't you come together? It's good to have more people to look after each other."

Lin Zhixu glanced at him.

This person's arrival was too coincidental, and his attitude was too enthusiastic, but at least for now, there's no indication of any malice.

He nodded, which was considered an agreement.

The alleyway not far away.

Yu Linzhou leaned against the wall and saw Lin Zhixu and a strange man enter the yamen side by side through the crowd. His brows furrowed involuntarily.

Who is that person?

He clicked his tongue. Wearing all white in broad daylight, he didn't look like a good person.

……

Upon entering the yamen, Lin Zhixu discovered that there were quite a few people who had come to join in the fun.

Several groups of people were already waiting in the main hall.

Standing to the left was a Taoist priest with a solemn expression, holding a whisk. The Bagua diagram embroidered on his Taoist robe faintly glowed in the sunlight, making him look quite professional.

In the center sat an old man with an air of otherworldly wisdom, white hair and a youthful face, with a young boy holding a sword standing beside him, eyes closed in meditation, exuding an air of great importance.

In the corner sat a monk, draped in a kasaya, holding prayer beads, chanting incantations, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him.

Good heavens, this is a gathering of heroes! Representatives from every sect have come.

It looks quite intimidating.

but……

Lin Zhixu's gaze swept over them one by one, and he could sense that these people did indeed have fluctuations of spiritual energy.

But that's about it.

If placed in the mortal realm, it would be sufficient to ward off evil spirits and bring blessings to ordinary people.

But if it really comes down to going up the mountain to subdue demons and monsters, this level of cultivation isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap.

He looked away.

It seems that among these people, only Wen Wuqing has any real skills.

I wonder what role Wen Wuqing plays in this?

The county magistrate, Wen Wuqing, respectfully bowed, and Wen Wuqing smiled and nodded in return.

The magistrate then turned around and introduced the people present to each other.

When introducing Wen Wuqing, he unconsciously straightened his back a bit, his tone full of pride: "This is Master Wen of the Wen family of Nanling. Elder Wen Henian of the Lingyun Sect is his ancestor."

Wen Wuqing smiled modestly, but a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priests and monks in the hall, who had previously appeared nonchalant, couldn't help but lower their gazes slightly.

They had certainly heard of the Wen family of Nanling. They were a well-established family that ranked among the top in the cultivation world, and even in the mortal realm, they were a leading family.

Not to mention that their Wen family also produced the patriarch of a major sect.

With such a background, the white-robed young man before him is far more significant than any ordinary rogue cultivator.

After the county magistrate finished introducing Wen Wuqing, his gaze turned to Lin Zhixu, and he suddenly stopped talking.

He sized up the unfamiliar young man, racking his brains but unable to recall who he was. He hesitated, then looked at Wen Wuqing and asked, "And this is...?"