After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

"He wants the talisman, so give it to him. As long as my Song family doesn't provoke him again, he shouldn't make things difficult for us."

Back then, at the Ding family residence in Beiju Luzhou, the hall was filled with flowers, intoxicating three thousand guests.

Who dares to offend Xu Ze?

If it weren't for the fact that the patriarch of the Shenji Sect insisted on throwing himself to his death and putting himself in the line of fire, he would have met his demise.

Is the Song family going to follow the same path as the Shenji Sect?

"But what if..."

“There’s no chance of anything going wrong,” Song Xuanming interrupted him. “Make the talisman.”

Song Tianqing gritted his teeth and ultimately said nothing more.

Song Xuanming took out talisman paper and spirit ink, which were treasures he had brought from the Northern Continent. He had originally intended to use them to refine life-saving talismans, but now he was going to offer them to his enemy.

He took a deep breath, focused his mind, and began to draw.

The brushstrokes flow like dragons and snakes, infused with spiritual energy.

Three hours later.

A complex talisman gradually took shape, with intricate runes, flowing light, and subtle spatial fluctuations.

Song Xuanming's face was pale, clearly indicating that he had expended a great deal of energy.

He handed the talisman to Song Xunzhen: "Give it to him. Remember to be respectful and don't cause any trouble."

Song Xunzhen took the talisman, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

"Ancestor, how about... we move again?"

"Let's move to Nanzhou. It's more remote there, and Xu Ze shouldn't be able to catch up with us there."

Song Tianqing also looked at the ancestor.

Song Xuanming smiled wryly: "Moving again?"

"This house in Zhongzhou was purchased after selling most of our assets in Beizhou. Now we have very few spirit stones left, so where can we move it to?"

He paused, a resolute glint in his eyes, "My Song family was once a powerful clan in the Northern Continent, but now we are forced to flee like stray dogs... I will not go anywhere else, I will stay in the Central Continent."

"If Sect Leader Xu still wants to make things difficult for me, I'll give him my old life."

Silence fell over the hall.

Song Xunzhen gripped the talisman tightly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

They had considered rebelling against Xu Ze.

I had thought about this back in the North Continent.

They can endure humiliation and survive, but if they overturn the table, they'll probably die immediately.

"Let's listen to our ancestor and become his grandson."

Helpless, Song Tianqing patted his grown son on the shoulder.

That is, in the following month.

After witnessing the colossal waves that Xu Ze had stirred up in the Central Immortal Continent.

Everyone in the Song family will be glad that their choice back then was absolutely right.

They never imagined that if they had moved to Nanzhou... they would have discovered that it was actually Xu Ze's hometown.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Prime Minister's residence.

An exquisite carriage stopped in front of the mansion gate.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and a young girl dressed in a light blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) gracefully stepped down.

It was Qin Yi.

This is completely different from the previous masked assassin outfit.

At this moment, she had changed into the attire of a noble lady, a white long dress, her long hair tied up, with a few strands of black hair falling down her cheeks, adding to her gentle beauty.

Her face was fully revealed; her skin was fair, her eyes were clear and cool, and her features were exquisite.

But his eyes remained sharp, like a cold autumn pool, revealing a distant and unapproachable air.

As her gaze swept across the mansion, searching for that figure, the sharpness in her eyes quietly melted away, transforming into a barely perceptible trace of anxiety.

"I don't know if the senior has arrived yet..."

Qin Yi felt a little uneasy.

"Miss is back!"

The steward, Qin Fu, came forward and said with a smile, "Master has just returned to the manor and is in his study."

He grew up in the Prime Minister's residence from a young age, and his surname and given name were bestowed upon him by his master.

Qin Yi nodded, showing no concern for her adoptive father, but instead asked:

"Is there a guest in your household surnamed Xu? Around twenty years old, with a refined air..."

Upon hearing this, the butler nodded repeatedly:

"There are some!"

Chapter 138 Country Bumpkin

"Mr. Xu is currently staying at 'Tingzhuyuan' and was just talking to Old Liu at the martial arts training ground."

Hearing that Xu Ze had really come.

A glint flashed in Qin Yi's eyes. Without saying much to the housekeeper, she lifted her skirt and strode quickly toward the backyard.

She walked through the corridor, around the artificial hill, and saw that familiar figure in the distance.

"call."

For no apparent reason, Qin Yi felt a sense of relief.

Thank goodness, he really came.

After she returned, she recounted how she had been pursued by the Imperial Guards and then rescued by a young cultivator.

Xu Ze's mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, coupled with his perfected sword intent, directly caused even the Listening Rain Pavilion Master to stand up.

The middle-aged woman's voice reached Qin Yi's ears:

"Girl, your destiny has arrived!"

"No matter what, you must do everything in your power to win this person over, at all costs!"

"Even if dynasties change in the future, this person will surely become a pillar of the nation, a dragon among men..."

So Qin Yi rushed back without stopping.

Because Tingyu Louzhu is not only her boss, but also her mentor.

Listening to your master is never wrong!

At this moment.

Xu Ze was standing under a tree, his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky, seemingly deep in thought.

"This dungeon is really weird, it feels even worse than the previous two..."

He muttered to himself.

Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on him, making his ordinary blue robe appear exceptionally ethereal.

Qin Yi stepped forward, about to greet him, when she saw Xu Ze turn his head and give her a look.

That was a look of disapproval.

Qin Yi understood immediately, and changed her tone, saying:

"I... greet Young Master Xu."

Her voice was soft and her posture was proper, exactly the manners of a young lady from a prominent family when she first meets a strange man.

Xu Ze returned the greeting with a cupped hand, his expression calm: "Miss Qin."

Their eyes met, and they understood each other without saying a word.

"Senior Xu, you've really come." Qin Yi transmitted her voice secretly, her tone tinged with joy.

"Since I have already promised, I will not go back on my word," Xu Ze replied.

However, please don't address me as "senior" here; just consider me an ordinary friend.

"I understand," Qin Yi readily agreed. "Then I shall address you as Young Master Xu from now on?"

【Can. 】

The two communicated telepathically, which to onlookers appeared to be nothing more than ordinary small talk.

"Young Master Xu, are you settling in well for your first time in the capital?" Qin Yi asked gently, while simultaneously transmitting her voice, "Senior, there are some things I need to discuss with you regarding the Immortal Seeking Conference."

"It's acceptable." Xu Ze nodded. [Please feel free to speak.]

Qin Yi led Xu Ze toward the garden pavilion, saying as they walked:

"In another half month, it will be the 'Martial Arts Gathering' event organized by the Fourth Prince. At that time, all the noble families and clans will send their recruited retainers and guests to compete and exchange skills."

On the surface, this is an introduction to local customs and traditions.

The telepathic communication continued secretly.

This grand event was personally planned by His Highness the Fourth Prince. Ostensibly, it was to coordinate relations between the various continents of Tianyuan Continent, and to cultivate good relations with other cultivators on the continent; in reality… the scheme behind it deserves deeper investigation.

Xu Ze raised an eyebrow: [Oh?]

The Fourth Prince wanted to use this opportunity to ascertain the backgrounds of the cultivators recruited by various aristocratic families, and at the same time... he was also preparing for a larger plan.

Qin Yi's voice was grave. "[Tingyu Tower has received a secret order to cooperate with certain operations during the grand event. The specifics haven't been revealed by the Tower Master, but they are definitely related to the royal family.]"

The two walked to the pavilion and sat down, where a maid served them tea and snacks.