Chapter 48 The Evil Imperial Palace Just as he was thinking about it, He Qing, who was sitting cross-legged in the study, suddenly felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy within the range of his barrier. He Qing slowly opened his eyes and muttered to himself expressionlessly: "You're amazing. You're restless on the first day here." As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from where he was. At the highest point of the North Peak, a short figure was rushing towards the Tianmu Cave about four or five miles away at a very fast speed, moving in the dense fog like a ghost. The collapsed entrance of Tianmu Cave was right in front of him. Suddenly, a white light flashed by and wrapped around the short figure like a snake, preventing him from moving forward. Behind the rocks in the distance, a disciple of the Yuling Palace gritted his teeth and was about to cast a spell to fight back, when he felt a murderous aura approaching from behind. Just as he was about to turn around, he froze in place. He Qing had been standing silently behind this disciple, with her hands in her sleeves, looking into the distance expressionlessly. The person in front of her was oppressed by the breath she released and could not move. The rich spiritual energy wrapped in a sharp murderous aura was like a thousand-pound boulder pressing on his head, let alone controlling the magic weapon. After a while, the noise coming from the Tianmu Cave stopped and the fight seemed to be over. A moment later, Gu Changnian walked out from the clouds with a whisk in his hand, and the person dragged by the whisk tail was the short man who had wanted to approach the Tianmu Cave before. The disciples of Yuling Palace looked at the man whose cloak was almost torn by being dragged on the ground, and looked at Gu Changnian with resentment. Gu Changnian didn't care about the look. He had already sensed He Qing's aura, so he just saluted and said to He Qing: "Master." "Yeah." He Qing responded, restraining his murderous aura, and raised his chin slightly towards the Yuling Palace disciple, saying indifferently: "Let's go and listen to what your master has to say."
On the way back, Gu Changnian followed behind He Qing, quietly watching her back. He thought that even though the master did nothing, he had a vague sense of security that he was protected. He Qing walked all the way to the guest hall. The large guest room where Chen Sanyi, the head of the Yuling Palace, lived was brightly lit, with the doors and windows wide open, as if it had been prepared to welcome guests. He Qing didn't hesitate to step in and greeted him with a fake smile: "Master Chen, why haven't you rested yet so late?" Chen Sanyi was wearing a Taoist robe and had his hair tied up in a bun on top of his head. He was packing up various magical instruments. Copper bells, glutinous rice, and peach wood swords were placed on a table. His already sallow face looked a bit sickly under the candlelight. He really looked like a middle-aged Taoist priest in an ordinary Taoist temple, without any of the temperament of a monk. When he saw He Qing, he stood up to greet him seemingly by surprise: "Master He Qing? Is there anything important that brings you here so late?" His attitude was very earnest. He Qing raised his hand slightly, motioning for Gu Changnian behind him to bring the person in, and said in a chatty tone: "Oh, I accidentally found a disciple of Master Chen while taking a walk, so I sent him back." Chen Sanyi showed an apologetic expression when he heard this: "In that case, I really have to thank Master He Qing." "It's just a small favor. However," He Qing's smile faded a little, and he looked at Chen Sanyi with deep eyes, and said gently: "I would also like to ask Taoist Chen to inform the disciples of your sect not to come and go in my Yaoguang Sect at will. My North Peak is full of clouds and fog, so as not to get lost." Chen Sanyi seemed not to have heard He Qing's warning. He just nodded and said, "I'm sorry to have caused trouble to Sect Master He Qing. I will definitely discipline them." He Qing looked at him for a long while, his smile deepening: "Thank you. Also," He Qing said, while using his hands to form claws, he sucked the short man who was still tied up by Gu Changnian's whisk and threw him at his feet, and said slowly: "I respect your sect very much, but I still trouble you to try not to scare my disciples while you are in Lingshan." When Chen San heard what He Qing said, his eyes became red. He sighed and said, "I've heard that Sect Leader He Qing had already passed the tribulation at such a young age. This time I saw it with my own eyes. It turns out that he is indeed very magnanimous. I think there are many immortal sects in this world who have complaints about our sect, but Sect Leader He Qing is the only one who is willing to say the word 'respect'. I really am..." "It's getting late," He Qing interrupted Chen Sanyi and nodded slightly: "I won't disturb Master Chen's rest. Goodbye." Chen Sanyi also hurried forward to see him off: "Please, please." After bowing to see He Qing and Gu Changnian off, when Chen Sanyi stood up again, there was no smile on his face anymore, and his eyes were full of disdain. He asked the disciple who was sent back, "Did you find anything?" The disciple looked at his fallen magic weapon and said angrily, "I was about to fly my spirit to the cave, but was stopped by the chief disciple of the Yaoguang Sect leader. I was unable to enter the cave to check." "I was careless. I didn't expect that a Yaoguang Sect disciple who is at the Out-of-Body Stage could detect your movements." Chen Sanyi noticed the disciple's gaze and laughed strangely: "Your magic weapon was originally used for secret reconnaissance. It's not a pity if it breaks." "Yes." Chen Sanyi asked again: "Now that you are close to the cave, do you sense any familiar aura?" The disciple shook his head in shame: "No, there is no breath at all."
Chen Sanyi pondered for a moment, gathered his outer robe and said, "It's okay, there is another monster mountain, we will take a look then." ■ He Qing and Gu Changnian returned to the backyard behind the main hall without saying a word along the way. Seeing He Qing walking down the corridor and coming to Lu Li's door, as if she was going to knock, Gu Changnian finally took the initiative to call her: "Master." He Qing was thinking about what Chen Sanyi was going to do, and was startled by the sudden call: "What?" "..." Gu Changnian had a lot to say. He wanted to thank He Qing for coming to help him and wanted He Qing to have a good rest. He could handle it. But when these words came to his lips, they turned into: "Master, can you see what those people in Yuling Palace want to do?" Yes, if I ask those questions, it seems that I will soon run out of things to say... He Qing sighed and said with some doubt: "The spirits they sent out were not offensive, but more like exploratory ones. But Tianmu Cave is where my sect has always been in seclusion and transcending tribulations, and there is nothing important in it." Gu Changnian's heart was beating a little faster. This was the first time in the past six months that his master was willing to have a deep conversation with him... Gu Changnian subconsciously seized this opportunity and extended the topic to ask, "Master, do you know a lot about Yuling Palace?" He Qing's heart, which had just relaxed a little, suddenly tightened—— My goodness, this is so dangerous. As the leader of the Yaoguang Sect, she has never had any contact with the Yuling Palace. How could she be so clear about the properties of the Yuling Palace's magical instruments? It is true that the more you talk, the more mistakes you make. He Qing turned his back and said, "I have only heard some things, just guesses, you should go to bed early." Before he finished speaking, the person disappeared. "division……" Looking at the place where He Qing had stood before, Gu Changnian was silent for a long time. (End of this chapter)