Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

Chapter 312 Sowing discord

Let's go back a little in time.

After talking with Bai Kongque, the Holy Maiden of Hehuan, Bu Miao, went to discuss with Xuan Yi to confirm her opinion. Unexpectedly, Xuan Yi agreed directly.

Bu Miao was very surprised. She laughed and said, "I didn't even explain clearly what it was about, and you just heard that we might have to fight, and you immediately agreed?"

The other party's straightforwardness made the pure-looking and pitiful Saint Hehuan very worried.

This is not going to start a fight, and then even a small matter will be turned into a big one.

Xuan Yi was wearing a black dress, and her whole body seemed to have only three colors: black hair, black dress, red eyes, red lips, and snow-white skin.

She stood up, stretched her body, and said:

"After staying here for a long time, I occasionally want to go out for a walk. Even if there is no fighting, I will just treat it as a stroll."

Bu Miao nodded with relief. Seeing that the enchanting beauty with red eyes that looked almost like a demon was ready to go out, she led the way and went out together.

The place mentioned by White Peacock earlier is Yuye Pass, a small town nearby to the east of the royal capital.

That was the place mentioned by the intelligence spies, where evil cultivators of the demonic sects appeared.

In the vast land of the Western Regions, cities couldn't simply expand; the soil had to be suitable. Otherwise, halfway through construction, they'd collapse into the sand in the middle of the night. Therefore, once the capital reached a certain size, new, smaller cities could only be built elsewhere to divert human traffic.

Yuye Pass is a place like this. It is one of the more prosperous and lively places outside the royal capital, and it is also awarded the status of a sentry city to protect the royal capital.

The distance was not far, so Bu Miao chatted as they walked, explaining the situation to the mature woman next to him regardless of whether she wanted to listen or not.

"Bai Kongque said that some evil cultivators from the demonic sect have recently entered the Sun and Moon Country and have appeared in several small towns. There are also signs in several other small towns, but I might have an 'acquaintance' of mine in the Hehuan Sect here, so I came here to take a look."

There was no expression on Xuan Yi's beautiful face, her two lines of slender eyebrows were as calm as a deep pool. She opened her red lips slightly and asked:

"What are you doing in this little place called Sun Moon Country? Seeking treasure? Or is there a black market secretly operating here?"

Bu Miao also wanted to know the answer to this question, but she could only shrug her shoulders:

"Who knows? When we get to Yuye Pass, I'll try to find the elders of the Hehuan Sect around here. They should be able to find out the situation directly."

"After understanding this, what should we do? Allow them to stay, or expel them?"

"Xuan Yi, your question is quite targeted." Bu Miao spread his hands, indicating that he had hit the nail on the head in his dilemma.

This actually involves the difficult question of whether or not to take action against “one’s own people”.

She, Bu Miao, is the Holy Maiden of Hehuan Sect. She is now close to Bai Kongque, but that does not mean she has directly left the Hehuan Sect. Her master is still the head of the Hehuan Sect.

If he arrives at Yuye Pass later and really finds that the elders of the Hehuan Sect have brought their disciples here to cause trouble, what will Bu Miao do?

Bai Kongque had anticipated this and didn't want to make things difficult for Bu Miao, so he asked her to confirm the situation first.

Bu Miao was really inconvenient to take action, so she pretended not to know, closed her eyes and pretended to be confused, and let Bai Kongque arrange the matter herself.

But it is ultimately a difficult question of stance.

"If it becomes difficult, I will take action then. Don't come out to stop me at the critical moment because of our friendship."

Xuan Yi glanced at Bu Miao, his scarlet eyes showing a complex mixture of madness and calmness.

It is filled with sadistic and bloodthirsty impulses, yet also possesses a calm self-control, like a half-sheathed blood-stained magic sword. It is hard to tell whether it has killed enough and is ready to return to the sheath, or whether it is still not satisfied and is still wanting to continue killing.

Saint Hehuan saw her expression and couldn't help but smile:

"If I hadn't spent some time with you, I might have mistakenly thought that you were going to turn hostile with me.

Rest assured, within the demonic sect, bonds of affection and loyalty are very weak, and internal stability relies on cultivation and killing."

The beautiful woman in black robe nodded: "That would be best."

Xuanyi was still curious about Bu Miao's mentality.

It's hard to tell whether she was tired of the atmosphere in the Demonic Sect and started to get close to the Divine Water Sect, or whether she saw the future potential of the White Peacock and planned to seek an opportunity here.

If White Peacock's Divine Water Sect really grows bigger and stronger and becomes prosperous in the Western Regions, then she is very likely to gather all the cultivation resources in the Western Regions and establish a holy place for cultivation on the secular earth.

As one of the founders, Bu Miao can share a large part of the benefits.

Putting these two considerations aside, Xuan Yi felt that there was another possibility for Bu Miao, which was that she had "set her sights" on the Scorpion Spirit and regarded her as the shadow of an old friend?

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The two girls entered Yuye Pass. In contrast to the plain earthen walls and towers, Yuye Pass was very lively, with stalls selling water and cakes set up outside the city gate.

If you choose a bad time, you might have to wait in line for a while before entering the city.

Bu Miao did not have accurate information about the subsequent whereabouts of that group of demonic monks, so they first found a spy hiding in the city, disguised as a vendor selling raisins.

After a brief exchange of secret codes, the vendor gave the latest whereabouts of the group:

"Their goal is unclear. They seem to be wandering around, but also like they're searching for something. They've circled Yuye Pass and ran to the wild market outside West City an hour ago."

Bu Miao was not familiar with the situation in Sun Moon Country. She asked:

"Wild market? What's that for? Is it a black market?"

The peddler looked around, pretended to shout a few words, and then continued:

"It's a bit like that, but the things they sell aren't as shady as the black market. They're mostly secretly set up casinos, selling illegally brewed alcohol."

Prohibition is prevalent in the Sun and Moon Kingdom, but the habits formed over the years cannot be completely changed in just a few years. Even the nobles drink secretly.

The Imperial Master will not punish these situations, but that does not mean he will ignore them. Instead, he will record them as evidence of his crimes. If he needs to kill those nobles one day in the future, he will bring up the old accounts and have a reasonable excuse.

Bu Miao didn't pay, but took a small bag of raisins as a snack and left the spy's intelligence point.

She and Xuanyi wrapped themselves in cloaks and moved to the wild market. The hawking sounds here were no less than those in the city. Street stalls and tightly packed tents were everywhere.

If you don’t know, you might think this is also an urban area.

It wasn't long before they noticed the demonic monks, but they didn't approach them rashly for the time being.

The Holy Lady Hehuan used her charm skills, and placed her slender hands on her lower abdomen, as if holding an invisible ball. A red-pink halo gradually emerged and soon enveloped her delicate body.

Bu Miao's appearance changed drastically. He disguised himself as a sturdy bearded man, but his facial features were very delicate. He pretended to be Xuan Yi's bodyguard.

The beautiful woman in the black dress couldn't bear to complain. She asked in confusion:

"Bu Miao, do you think this is appropriate? He has a big square face, a beard, and his features are like those of an opera actor."

"If only your face is odd, people will only focus on your face. But if everything else is normal, someone with ulterior motives might suspect you're hiding some secret!"

This makes sense, a lot of sense...

The two women focused their attention on the demonic monks, pretending to be people strolling through the wild market, and occasionally walked into the vendors' tents to take a look.

The business in these tents is actually not very open. If you come across a larger tent, you will find that there are basically hot dances with very little fabric. If the guests pay extra money, they can even touch them.

"So it seems that there are gambling and alcohol sales over there?" Bu Miao pondered.

She disguised herself as a servant and walked to Xuan Yi's side. When she passed by those demonic monks, she did not notice anything unusual.

Xuan Yi took advantage of the situation and walked directly into the tent that they kept an eye on from time to time.

There was a private casino inside, and the chips were actually alcohol. The implementation of Prohibition had made alcohol become chips.

But if someone gets drunk and drinks all the alcohol, doesn’t that mean he’s drinking away all his gambling money?

"Is there any secret here? It looks like an ordinary casino. Why are those people staring at it..."

While Xuan Yi was thinking, he gently nudged Bu Miao with his elbow, reminding her not to just watch the fun, but also to do some serious work.

Bu Miao nodded slightly, indicating that she had not forgotten her duties.

After arriving in Yeshi, she had been searching for the presence of the elders of the Hehuan Sect. Among those demonic cultivators just now, only two were from the Hehuan Sect, and the aura of their skills was a bit weak... ?

Bu Miao confirmed several times and could not help but frowning. She communicated with Xuan Yi:

“There are no elders from the Hehuan Sect here. It seems that the actions of this group of demonic cultivators were not orchestrated by the elders, but were done privately.

Furthermore, their cultivation level doesn't match their techniques. It's as if they simply practiced the basic techniques just to have the identity of a demon cultivator."

"The forces of the demonic dao are a mixed bag, so who can truly tell their origins... Could they be private friends who simply came to the Sun and Moon Kingdom for fun?"

Xuanyi didn't understand the situation in the Demonic Sect. While she was responding, her eyes were focused on the gambling game in the venue.

Quietly watching the angry and ugly face of the loser, and the sarcastic complacency of the temporary winner, after a while, the winner increased the chips, thinking that his luck was booming, but ended up losing everything.

Only the dealer is happy and can collect money no matter what.

Under the influence of strong liquor, there was an invisible smell of gunpowder in the tent. The gamblers' unwilling anger was like a raging fire, ready to ignite the strong liquor here at any time.

"Aza, stop it! If you keep gambling, it will cost you more than the family's annual income. You won't be able to go home and give an explanation!"

The dealer kindly advised the noble gambler to calm down by giving him a glass of cold water, telling him to take it slow and steady, as he would not be able to control himself in the future anyway.

The young gambler named Aza was upset. After drinking the cold water, he really wanted to stop and was worried about how to explain to his family elders.

At this moment, an invisible ghost flew into his body. Azha staggered and seemed to be still sober, but the emotions that had just subsided surged again, and an unknown fire in his heart burned.

"Fifty pure-blooded black leopard-headed hounds! This is the fortune I will inherit immediately after I come of age!"

Aza's family is well-known in the Western Regions. The hunting dogs they raise are more precious than the so-called Ferghana horses. The appearance of the hunting dogs has a bit of the majestic aura of exotic beasts and is very popular.

"Don't do that. If you lose everything, we won't be able to ask your family for it!"

No matter how the dealer tried to persuade him, they couldn't do anything and could only watch him return to the gambling table with a smile.

After a round of gambling, as expected, Aza lost everything and sat on the ground in despair.

The dealer had a way to sell these hounds at a better price, so he helped Aza settle the money in cash and gave it to the winner, and then asked someone to follow Aza to receive the batch of precious hounds.

Bu Miao and Xuan Yi witnessed the whole process and knew that it was those evil monks outside who were causing trouble.

"This isn't the Hehuan Sect's technique. What's the intention behind doing this?" Bu Miao was a little confused.

They are all people who have embarked on the path of spiritual practice, yet they would resort to such means to manipulate gambling games. Are they after that little bit of money?

"They are still controlling that soul, let's follow them!" Xuanyi chose to find out what was going on.

The ghost from before was still attached to the body of the gambler Aza, who dejectedly led the dealer to his own ranch, and the several demonic monks followed behind.

When the dealer arrived at Aza's family ranch, as expected, a family dispute began.

Aza's father angrily scolded his son and resolutely stopped the casino staff from taking the hound away:

"These hounds were reserved at birth. Their buyers are all nobles from the Western Regions. They can't take them away!"

The elders in the family looked at Aza angrily and said without allowing any argument:

"Either you pay me back or forget about taking anything! How are we going to explain to the buyer if you take these pure-blooded leopard-head hounds away?"

The dealer is determined to get these hunting dogs. If he can train and breed them himself, the future profits will be huge!

The dealer, who was as tough as a knife, laughed heartily and said:

"Your son drank alcohol at the gambling table, violating the Imperial Master's prohibition on alcohol. If you don't want to give it to him, we will report this to the Imperial Master!"

There are a lot of gamblers in debt in the casino, and the dealer can easily bribe them to take the blame without any panic.

The two sides were deadlocked. Aza's tribesmen looked at their descendants angrily. Who could have thought that he would be so possessed as to take the tribe's treasure to the gambling table to play?

Unable to come up with a solution at the moment, they could only curse Aza to vent their anger.

Aza was too embarrassed to refute his elders and could only vent his anger on the casino dealer. He pulled out a bone knife with strange patterns engraved on it from somewhere.

The dealer was shocked, thinking that he was brave enough to kill to silence the witness, and quickly hid under the protection of the thugs.

It turned out that the boy didn't come for them at all, but went straight to the dog house, stabbing randomly with a bone knife, and the wailing of the hunting dogs could be heard one after another!

"Now all these hounds are dead! You can only take the money and leave!"

Aza's tribesmen were stunned. They could never have imagined that this kid would do this!

Between offending the Western Region nobles and offending the dealer, he chose to offend both sides!

The patriarch looked towards the door of the dog house and suddenly his heart stopped. He saw several hunting dogs lying there.

"Asshole! Has alcohol damaged your brain? You killed a pure-blooded male?!"

Hearing this, Aza turned his head blankly, recalling his actions in disbelief, and looked at the bone knife in his hand in confusion.

The bone knife suddenly emitted a dark red light.

At the same time, the blood on the ground in the dog house began to wriggle, and the strange cry of a baby was heard, indicating that something was about to appear.

Aza sat down on the ground, and the bone knife fell beside him.

Those demonic monks were planning to retrieve the bone knife through the air, but the bone knife flew away first and was caught by a beautiful woman in a black dress.