The appearance of these blood eyes is identical to the Demon Eye used by Wu Shanshan from Heartless Valley in the Divine Fire Domain.

Seeing the blood color in its eyes, the surrounding people all stiffened.

Jiang You'er knew that it must have cultivated some kind of Demon Skill. However, the opponent was a human monk, whose Demon Skill was different from those cultivated by demon cultivators. Though they come from the same lineage, they bloom two flowers, each displaying one branch.

Since the opponent did not shirk responsibility and expressed willingness to take charge, Jiang You'er naturally couldn't have asked for more. He immediately scolded the people beside him, "Quick, take us to the last location where the target fled."

"Yes." Someone immediately took the lead to guide the way.

The group immediately rushed toward the location of the last attack.

At the scene, Jiang You'er incidentally inquired about the detailed confrontation with Shi Chun, although he already knew the process. Bringing it up again was purely intentional to let the mysterious master beside him hear.

Who would have thought that the gray-robed person with an ordinary appearance wasn't interested at all, and didn't express any regret over the so-called casualties? While the hovering blood eyes swept across, they constantly referenced the crowd, seemingly making some comparisons. Finally, the person flashed toward a direction.

After exchanging a glance, Jiang You'er and the others also flew toward it energetically.

Not long after, they saw the mysterious expert hovering in the air.

After the gray-robed person identified their presence, they asked, "During the last encounter, did you reach this position?"

The group mutually exchanged glances and shook their heads. One person answered for all, "We never ran this far."

The gray-robed person asked again, "Is the target just one person?"

The responder replied, "From discovery to the end of the confrontation, there was only one individual."

The blood eyes of the gray-robed person coldly swept over them, "Even if he possesses several Fifth-grade Magical Treasures, with so many people attacking, including Earth Immortal Realm ones, you let him escape? What a group of useless!"

The crowd wanted to speak but stopped, some feeling wronged explained briefly, "We were required to capture him alive; hence, we couldn't strike lethally."

The gray-robed person immediately glared coldly, and the blood eyes suddenly showed a murderous intent.

Jiang You'er hurriedly feigned a scolding, "Shut up, don't make excuses if you're incompetent, get out!"

The person realized the inappropriateness and quickly shrank behind Jiang You'er.

Jiang You'er then quickly cupped his hands toward the expert, "Time is of the essence, please, sir, turn the situation around!"

The gray-robed person swept a glance over the group, "The commotion just now was so loud that I heard it from afar, it might draw others' attention, this place isn't suitable for a long stay. Retreat first; the target won't escape, and I'll handle it!"

After finishing the sentence, the person flashed away—departing right after speaking. The figure soon became a black dot and disappeared.

Although the loss was due to the opponent's recklessness, Jiang You'er's heart was dissatisfied, but the current words of the person were indeed reasonable; this place wasn't suitable for a long stay. He waved his hand and called out, "Quickly retreat!"

Under his leadership, the group swiftly flashed away, leaving a desolate earthy field with dusty ash not yet dissipated...

On the streets of Dazhi City, a middle-aged man with a single-shoulder basket, clear-browed, full of energy, dressed in a green Confucian gown, looked very much like a literati, yet wasn't standoffish. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arms, and his collar was half-open to ventilate his chest, with a dusty traveler look, clearly a person who's straightforward and forthright.

After glancing around the street a bit, he approached a vendor and cupped his hands, "Boss, may I ask you, how to get to Chao Yue Hall?"

"Chao Yue Hall?" The vendor scrutinized him, noticing the scrolls in the basket, seemed to understand something, gave a knowing smile, pointed in a direction, "Do you see that mountain? That's the city center. Go there; once you reach the center, inquire around the main street leading east, and you'll easily find it."

"Great, thank you, thank you." The man cupped his hands repeatedly in thanks, then took leave, walking briskly, admiring the street scenery along the way.

Walking and viewing as such, asking questions along the way, he finally halted at the doorway of Chao Yue Hall, examined the letters on the sign, nodded slightly, then navigated the stairs up, entering the bookhouse within.

Seeing the book fragrance and ink aroma inside, scholars chatting, he smiled, his gaze finally resting on the counter, leaned over to look at the notice, wanting to check the bookhouse's reading rules.

Without leaning in was fine, but leaning closer he found, behind the counter, a red-robed beauty was half-reclined, half-awake, resting her head on a single arm, her fingers rubbing the spout of a wine jug, turning circles, as the wine scent floated.

Seeing this woman, the green-robed literate paused for a moment, then glanced again at the bookhouse environment, and blew two kisses toward the red-clothed woman inside the counter.

The red-clothed woman opened her eyes, saw him, couldn't help but smile, "You're here."

The green-clad literate with a slightly pained expression said, "Why are you here?"

The red-clothed woman lazily sat up, crossed one leg, cuddled a knee with a single arm, swaying the wine jug, "You can come, but I can't? If it wasn't me who told you about this good place, would you even know about it? My presence here proves I didn't deceive you, it indicates it's definitely a good place, don't you agree?"

The green-clad literate thought for a moment, indeed it made sense, his nostrils flared, his gaze fell on the wine jug she clasped again, couldn't help baring his teeth, "You're a bit excessive with this, indulging in wine here utterly insults the scholarly essence."

The red-clothed woman smiled gently, gesturing towards the backyard, "The owner is inside, I'm too lazy to move, you can go in and pay your respects yourself."

After speaking, she slowly lay back down, leisurely.

Comparing the environment here and looking at this woman's demeanor, the scholarly guest in green shook his head, also too lazy to care, adjusted his shoulder basket, and went straight to the backyard courtyard.

As he left, Dong Liangze, a young man now working here doing odd jobs, quickly came over, leaned on the counter, and whispered, "Sister Jun, who is that person? How come it feels like he knows you?"

The red-clothed woman, reclining lazily, slowly revealed, "Sword Saint Fu Que."

Dong Liangze, instantly shocked, thought he misheard, and whispered, "That Sword Saint Fu Que, who is said to be the number one Sword Dao expert in the Cultivation World?"

The red-clothed woman blinked but didn't say a word, not interested in repeating herself.

Dong Liangze seemed used to it and asked again, "Sister Jun, why did he come here?"

With an expression of surprise, seeming to wonder how this place could be worthy of such a distinguished guest personally visiting.

The red-clothed woman replied, "He just happened to pass by the area, and after my cousin once-removed found out, he introduced him over. I reckon he will stay here for a while. His arrival is an opportunity; you and your sister, let's see who has the fate to become his disciple."

Dong Liangze's eyes glinted with excitement, temporarily ignoring the affairs at the front hall, as he eagerly dashed to the backyard.

As a result, he couldn't greet the scholarly guest in green much, merely nodding at each other in passing. The guest greeted his father and went straight to the second floor of the Octagonal Tower to the Book Collection Building.

Dong Liangze, standing before his father, still watched him go, finally expressing with emotion, "That's the Sword Saint Fu Que, truly met him in person today."

Dong Wenshu, initially about to question him on why he wasn't working hard during the busy time in the front hall, asked reflexively upon hearing what his son said, "Who?"

Dong Liangze was stunned, "He didn't tell you who he is?"

Dong Wenshu shook his head, only knowing the guest identified himself with the surname Fu, expressing admiration for the vast collection of books here and visiting out of regard.

So Dong Wenshu just responded politely, stating that anyone could freely read the books here as long as they paid the fee according to the rules.

Upon hearing this, the scholarly guest in green immediately gave up on trying to establish any relationship, thanked them, and went on to flip through books.

After this father-son exchange, Dong Wenshu was finally aware of who the visitor was, naturally quite astonished, and began to reflect on any possible neglect. Primarily due to the great favor from the friends of the Demon Queen's confidant in saving their family, by reason and sentiment, they couldn't neglect the visitor's friends.

Dong Wenshu considered going to the Book Collection Building to apologize for not recognizing him earlier, but remembering his son's words about the red-clothed woman mentioning the guest would stay for a while, he decided not to disturb for now. Instead, he instructed Dong Liangze to prepare a feast with good wine and food, after all, they have money now, and sent his daughter, Dongliang Ying, back to help in the front hall, considering that the red-clothed woman didn't really have the demeanor for entertaining guests...

In a dirt pit outside the city gate, Shi Chun hid here, thoroughly changing his appearance and leaving three long strands of beard before jumping out. He then hopped cheerily towards the city gate, swaggering his way inside under the scrutinizing gaze of the City Guard.

Naturally familiar with Dazhi City, he headed straight for Bai's Rice Shop first. When passing by the shop, he found the entrance tightly closed, with a notice indicating closure.

In broad daylight, he wondered if there were any eyes watching around, he didn't dare to knock and decided to leave, planning for the long term, as there was no rush.

After taking a loop around the city, he found himself outside Chao Yue Hall. Having come this far, he definitely wanted to visit the collection of books there to casually look up matters regarding the Netherworld.

Actually, the most convenient way would be to contact Young Master Nan and have him collect and organize information about the Netherworld and send it over. However, he didn't dare to have the people from Mingshan Sect enter and exit Xun Gate to send messages anymore, fearing discovery.

Furthermore, there was the question of whether it was appropriate for Young Master Nan to know about investigating the Netherworld.

Hence, after pondering over it, he found that sifting through the extensive collection at Chao Yue Hall was the safest and most effective method.

Just as he arrived at the entrance, he heard a familiar noise; those literati were arguing again, with authentic emotions during their quarrels, as if carried away, with some even thumping the table.

To Shi Chun, this noisy scene was rather reassuring. He could tell if there was any falsehood at all.

Hmm, was that the smell of wine? Shi Chun flared his nostrils, confirmed it was wafting from the hall.

He immediately entered to confirm.

Inside, the arguing scene persisted. Hmm? Third Miss Dongliang Ying was actually serving tea.

He glanced at the counter but saw no one. He believed he understood the situation; they couldn't possibly find someone as cheaply for odd jobs, so Dongliang Ying had to handle things herself.

Thinking about this, he still shook his head somewhat at Dong Wenshu and his son.

Nonetheless, the aroma of wine from the counter drew him over. As he approached and took a look, he discovered a charming red-clothed beauty reclining behind the counter, holding a wine bottle. What in the world was this?

Noticing someone sizing her up, the red-clothed woman's half-closed eyes opened, she glanced at Shi Chun, and with the hand holding the wine bottle, flipped a finger, pointing to a notice, clearly meaning: if you have any questions, read it yourself, don't ask me.

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