Nonsense! Master is not my wife.

The first thing he saw was Ao Qingyue, who was sitting on the bed and looking at him. A gentle smile appeared on his face: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ao Qingyue shook her head: "Nothing."

She didn't say it out loud, but kept it in her heart.

The young man in white did not ask any more questions and told her about what happened last night: "Go wash up first. After breakfast, we will go to the City Lord's Mansion."

Ao Qingyue nodded first, and then asked curiously: "Master, what are we going to the City Lord's Mansion for?"

If she remembered correctly, didn't her master have a fight with the City Lord's Mansion's law enforcement team the night before?

The young man in white then told the story of Wang Jingyu's visit last night.

Ao Qingyue suddenly realized and once again felt how powerful his master was. Even the mayor of Manyue City had to submit to him.

Not long after the master and disciple finished breakfast, Wang Jingyu came over.

After the three met, they walked towards the gate of the palace together.

There were more than three people going to the City Lord's Mansion, including Wang Jingyu's wife and children, the ancestor of the Wang family, and some senior figures in the Wang Mansion.

……

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, many people had been waiting for a long time.

Among them are Commander Mo Zhuomo, who commands all the military forces of the City Lord's Mansion, Captain Qian Xie of the Manyue City Law Enforcement Team, and other important figures from the City Lord's Mansion.

Standing in the front of the crowd was a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament.

He has an ordinary face, a medium stature, and is a little thin.

Judging from his appearance alone, he seems to be just an ordinary teacher.

But Mo Zhuo, Qian Xie and others lowered their heads and looked in awe when facing this person.

The reason is simple. This middle-aged man with elegant temperament is the lord of Manyue City, Wei Ru, a cultivator of the sixth realm.

As long as Wei Ru didn't speak, no one behind him dared to speak, and there was silence in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

Until one moment, the figures of people from the palace appeared at the end of the street.

"Hahaha, sorry to have kept City Lord Wei waiting for so long."

Wang Jingyu had a hearty smile on his face and strode towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Wei Ru also had a smile on his face, and led the people behind him forward: "No, no."

Everyone started to greet each other.

As fellow monks from Manxue City, no matter how many frictions they had in secret, they all had friendly smiles on their faces at this moment.

After greeting the Wang family's ancestors and others, Wei Ru turned his attention to the young man in white holding a little girl: "This is Fellow Daoist Xue Su, right?"

The young man in white smiled and clasped his hands together: "Greetings, City Lord Wei."

Wei Ru looked at him, his eyes full of admiration and praise: "Fellow Daoist Xue Su is truly a young genius. You have achieved such accomplishments at such a young age. It really makes us ashamed."

The young man in white gently waved his hand: "City Lord Wei, you are too polite."

Wei Ru then turned his gaze to Ao Qingyue, who was being held by the hand by the young man in white: "Who is this girl?"

The young man in white introduced: "The disciple I accepted yesterday is named Ao Qingyue."

Ao Qingyue was very polite. She imitated her master and clasped her hands to Wei Ru: "Ao Qingyue greets City Lord Wei."

Wei Ru smiled and nodded.

"Let's go everyone, the banquet has been set up and we are waiting for you to take your seats."

Everyone walked into the City Lord's Mansion and took their seats in a hall.

The young man in white was sitting very close to the front, right next to Wei Ru's main seat. Opposite him was the ancestor of the Wang family, and below them were Wang Jingyu, Mo Zhuo, Qian Xie and others.

Because of the help from her master, Ao Qingyue also sat next to the young man in white.

Wei Ru was the first to raise his glass, stood up, and looked at the ancestor of the Wang family: "Let us take this opportunity to congratulate Senior Wang for breaking through the bottleneck and advancing to the sixth realm!"

Everyone stood up and raised their glasses to the ancestor of the Wang family, shouting in unison: "Congratulations to Senior Wang for breaking through the bottleneck and advancing to the sixth realm!"

Even the young man in white stood up to toast, but Ao Qingyue was just a child, so she remained seated.

Hearing the congratulations from the crowd, the Wang family's ancestor laughed loudly, raised his glass and drank it all.

After congratulating the Wang family ancestor on his breakthrough, Wei Ru turned his attention to the young man in white and filled his glass again: "Fellow Daoist Xue Su, what happened the night before was because Qian Xie was temporarily bewitched by a villain. I admire your ability to forgive the villain's mistakes. Let me toast to you!"

After saying this, he drank the wine in the glass.

Qian Xie also stood up at this time and looked at the young man in white: "Fellow Daoist Xue Su, I was at fault for what happened the night before. I will drink three cups as punishment."

As he said this, he drank three glasses of liquor in a row.

The young man in white smiled and drank it all in one gulp.

As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more heated.

The banquet lasted from noon to evening, and then the crowd gradually dispersed.

Seeing that everyone in the palace was a little drunk, Wei Ru suggested that they stay in the city lord's mansion for one night.

Wang Jingyu and others did not refuse and agreed readily after hearing this.

The young man in white is naturally among them.

He and Ao Qingyue were arranged to stay in two adjacent guest rooms.

Late at night, everyone went to sleep.

In the darkness, several shadows sneaked up to the guest room of the young man in white.

Chapter 311: Destruction

There is no moon tonight and the city lord's mansion is pitch black.

Several shadows quietly came to the guest room of the young man in white.

These people were all dressed in black, and even had masks on their faces, leaving only their eyes exposed, which were full of coldness.

After they gestured for a while, a man in black came to the window of the young man in white.

He circulated the spiritual energy in his hands, opened the window easily, and climbed in.

Seeing this, several men in black behind him followed him in.

The room was unusually quiet. The outline of a person was vaguely visible on the bed. It seemed that the person on the bed was still sleeping and did not notice the intrusion of the outsider.

Seeing this, the man in black who came in first suddenly had a dagger flashing with cold light in his hand and walked quickly towards the bed.

"Wait!"

Seeing him suddenly move, a man in black behind him quickly warned him.

But the man in black had already reached the bed, raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it.

The dagger sank into the quilt.

There is no sensation of stabbing the human body.

The black-clad man's expression under the mask changed instantly, and he reached out and pulled the quilt aside.

There were only a few pillows on the bed, and the human-shaped outline just now was just a quilt covering the pillows!

"No one's here!"

The man in black immediately shouted a warning.

Just at this moment, a ray of cold light flashed in the darkness.

"Pfft-"

The man in black beside the bed widened his eyes in disbelief.

He dropped the dagger, hurriedly swallowed a elixir, and then covered his throat tightly with both hands. However, even though he frantically urged the spiritual energy, he could not heal or relieve the injuries. He only saw blood gushing out from his throat.

"What’s wrong with you!"

Seeing his strange behavior, several men in black hurried forward.

“Hmm… gu…”

The man in black wanted to speak, but his throat was severely injured and he couldn't utter a word. At the moment of life and death, he even forgot the means of transmitting sound through telepathy.

Bang!

The house suddenly became bright.

"What brings you here so late at night?"

On the other side of the room, the young man in white who had disappeared sat on a chair, holding his chin with one hand, looking at everyone with curiosity.

But at this time, the men in black didn't care about the young man in white at all. They all surrounded the man in black who was covering his neck:

"Qian Xie!"

When there was light in the room, they could see clearly that the man in black, whose real identity was Qian Xie, the captain of the Manyue City Law Enforcement Team, was almost covered in blood.

Everyone tried to attack, but there was no effect at all. Blood still kept flowing out. If this continued, Qian Xie would soon die from excessive blood loss.

"give up,"

The young man in white looked at the anxious faces of the crowd and said calmly, "He can't be saved."

Hearing his words, one of the men in black quickly took off the mask on his face, revealing his true face.

He was actually the Lord of Manyue City, the sixth-level cultivator Wei Ru.

At this time, the elegant look on Wei Ru's face was long gone. His face twitched slightly, and he looked extremely ferocious.

"Fellow Daoist Xuesu,"

He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Qian Xie is the only living relative of my late wife. Please be merciful and let him live."

The young man in white smiled disapprovingly: "I remember I gave him one chance."

"And Lord Wei, you came here dressed like this late at night, are you here to have a long conversation with me?"

"Captain Qian didn't hesitate at all when he stabbed me just now. He wanted to kill me."

"For this kind of enemy who wants to kill me, Lord Wei, do you think I will help him?"

Wei Ru fell silent after hearing this.

“Gu… Lulu…”

Qian Xie knelt down weakly on his knees, his hands still tightly covering his throat, his pair of bloodshot and ferocious eyes staring at the young man in white.

Seeing Qian Xie's extremely painful look, Wei Ru spoke again: "Fellow Daoist Xue Su, please spare his life. I am willing to compensate you with an eighth-level rare treasure and a seventh-level spiritual weapon."

As he spoke, a light flashed in his hand and two rays of light floated in the air.

One of the items was a square box made of jade, inside of which was a blooming snow-white ice lotus, emitting a rich scent of ice.

The other object was a three-foot-long sword with a dazzling cold light flashing on the blade, carrying a sharp and cold aura.

These things are the most precious things in Wei Ru's hands.

But facing these eight-turn heaven and earth treasures and seven-turn spiritual weapons, the young man in white had an extremely calm expression: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

that's it.

Under the mixed or complicated gazes of the crowd, Qian Xie died in agony.

Before he died, he still had his bloodshot eyes wide open, staring in the direction of the young man in white.

Don't rest your eyes!

Snapped.

The jade box and the sword fell.

Wei Ru's face had calmed down and turned expressionless: "If that's the case, then you should go and be buried with him!"

Swish!