novelapdf Chapter 207 He said you're so sexy
Chapter 207 He said you're so sexy
Chapter 208 He Said You're So Sexy (First Update)
Of course, He Qingyang was not the only one driven mad by this [Hidden Earth Star].
Countless cultivators who had participated in the scramble were devastated when they saw the star position disappear again.
Cursing and swearing rose and fell.
And just when everyone thought that this star would clock in on time for work the next day, just like the previous days—
As a result, they waited and waited.
Gone.
The Earthly Hidden Star seemed to have evaporated and never reappeared.
For a moment, everyone was in a daze.
It even caused some kind of withdrawal reaction.
Two more days passed, and after repeatedly confirming that the star position would not reappear, the group of cultivators, who were tormented to the point of nervous breakdown, finally gave up, cursing and swearing.
He Qingyang, enraged, smashed the furnishings inside the Jian family compound, completely breaking through their defenses.
Jiang Mu, the instigator of the unrest, naturally didn't care at all.
After confirming that Yuan Aqing's star position was completely stable, Jiang Mu gave the little girl the "Taiyi Zhanchen Jue" that Shangguan Luoxue had given him, and told her to slowly study and practice it in the courtyard.
As for himself?
He didn't even bother to glance at the sword manual.
Anyway, once Ah Qing has mastered her skills, I can get free experience points through the bond system.
Why waste time?
In the past few days, Huzhou City has remained peaceful, and no more murders have occurred.
The monk named Kuhai remained steadfastly by the prince's side.
Even the burly man who overturned his fortune-telling stall in public and spat in his face is still alive and well.
Jiang Mu secretly guessed.
Bitter Sea may have sensed that it was being watched, so it went into hiding.
Since they hadn't caught him in the act, and since Monk Kuhai was a guest of Prince Sheng, they were hesitant to act against him on the other side of Qingshan.
They dared not rashly arrest anyone.
Jiang Mu was too lazy to care anymore. Since it involved higher-ups, there was no need for him to meddle.
In addition, there is one more thing.
The noble Lady Peach Blossom has been summoning him to discuss philosophy less frequently lately.
Moreover, Jiang Mu keenly noticed that Madam Peach Blossom's aura visibly increased every time they met.
The sense of authority emanating from him grew even stronger.
His every move gave Jiang Mu the illusion that he was carving out a god.
Moreover, each time the other party discussed the Dao, they were trying to regain absolute dominance among fellow practitioners of the "Zifu Cantongqi".
Of course, the result was that, rolling my eyes, I was forced offline amidst the noise.
That noon, Jiang Mu was about to go to the kitchen to see what delicious food Bai Xiang had made when there was a knock on the gate.
Upon opening the door, one could see Qingshan's personal guard standing outside: "Master Jiang, the Chief Inspector has urgent business and requests your immediate visit to the General Headquarters."
Jiang Mu told Bai Xiang and went to the office where the head of the signing department was located.
Upon entering, one sees Zai Qingshan standing with his hands behind his back in front of a huge map of Huzhou's city defenses, his expression quite solemn.
"Lord Chief, you wanted to see me?" Jiang Mu cupped his hands in greeting.
Ran Qingshan turned around and said bluntly, "Prince Sheng is about to head to the Divine Sword Sect. He has asked me to have you accompany him as his bodyguard."
"Make me his bodyguard? To accompany him to the Divine Sword Sect?"
Jiang Mu looked astonished. "He's a prince of the current dynasty, surrounded by countless experts. Does he really need a hall master like me as a bodyguard?"
Ran Qingshan nodded, his expression serious: "It's not just you. He means that we, the Demon Slayer Division of Huzhou, should send an elite squad to escort him up the mountain to prevent any demons or evil spirits from attacking him along the way."
"And in the list of generals escorting him, he specifically requested your name."
Ran Qingshan's tone carried a hint of helplessness: "According to the laws of Daqing, the imperial court granted Prince Sheng the privilege of temporarily deploying the Demon Slayer Division and the Imperial Guard in local areas."
Since he has spoken, I cannot simply refuse him.
Of course, if you really don't want to go, I can find you an excuse to be sick and decline the assignment.
"Will that monk named Kuhai go along too?"
Jiang Mu's eyes darted around, and she asked.
"Yes." Ran Qingshan nodded. "According to our scouts, not only will the Bitter Sea be accompanied by that drunken Taoist priest."
Jiang Mu stroked his chin and tentatively asked, "Lord Commander, do you know why Prince Sheng went to the Divine Sword Sect in such a grand manner?"
Ran Qingshan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "I suspect that he is on some kind of secret mission arranged by the imperial court."
As you know, the imperial court is currently weak and plagued by demonic disturbances in various regions. The court is making great efforts to win over those prestigious sects with deep roots in the martial arts world.
As one of the leading sects in swordsmanship, the Divine Sword Sect was naturally a target of the imperial court's efforts to win them over. His trip was likely for the sake of sword forging, and he also took the opportunity to subtly influence and win them over.
"Will you go?" Jiang Mu asked, looking at him.
Ran Qingshan shook his head: "Without a special order from the Capital Command, according to the rules, the commander is absolutely not allowed to leave his jurisdiction."
Especially since our Huzhou City just suffered from the chaos caused by the Fog Demon, and its vitality was greatly damaged, if I leave, who will take responsibility if trouble breaks out in the city again?
But don't worry, this time I'll have Yan Fenghuo lead the elite troops with you.
With Prince Sheng, this great Buddha, standing in front of you, I doubt those from the Divine Sword Sect, or that monk from the Bitter Sea, would dare to provoke you or do anything outrageous.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mu couldn't help but complain, "Sir, to be honest, every time you say 'Don't worry, everything will be fine,' it means this mission is definitely going to go terribly wrong. You're practically saving my life!"
"Stop talking nonsense, kid."
Ran Qingshan was amused by his words and chuckled, "One word: are you going or not? If you don't want to go, I'll decline on your behalf."
"go!"
Jiang Mu readily agreed.
These past few days he's been worried about not finding an opportunity to harass the Divine Sword Sect.
Now is the time to seize the opportunity.
With Prince Sheng as a front, we can now legitimately go up the mountain to buy goods.
"When are we leaving?" Jiang Mu asked.
"Meet at the post station in the north of the city at three quarters past 1:45 PM," Ran Qingshan replied.
"Okay, I'll go back and change my clothes and then I'll head over."
Jiang Mu cupped his hands in greeting, then turned and left the signing room.
Back at the Jiang residence, Jiang Mu briefly explained to the three women in his household that he was going on a business trip to the Divine Sword Sect.
Unexpectedly, Duanmu Li insisted on going with them when she heard that they were going to the Divine Sword Sect.
Considering the grudges between the Heavenly Blade Sect and the Divine Sword Sect, Jiang Mu was afraid that this girl would cause trouble, so he did not agree.
But seeing the girl following him like a stubborn mule, and repeatedly assuring him that she wouldn't cause trouble, Jiang Mu had no choice but to take her along.
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When they arrived at the post station, Yan Fenghuo was already waiting with about ten demon slayers.
Outside the post station, a large, luxuriously decorated carriage was parked.
Around the carriage, several guards from the Prince's Palace stood solemnly like wooden stakes, exuding an imposing aura.
These people are all cultivators at the sixth realm, pseudo-Heavenly Star level.
Upon seeing Jiang Mu arrive, Prince Sheng, who was standing beside the carriage giving instructions to a servant, turned around, a gentle smile appearing on his face. He stepped forward apologetically and said, "I'm truly sorry to have troubled you, Hall Master Jiang. Although the journey to the Divine Sword Sect is not far, I've heard that many powerful demons have been roaming the mountains and forests outside the city recently, which makes me quite uneasy."
After much deliberation, I believe that only by having a young hero like Hall Master Jiang accompany me as my bodyguard can I be free from worry.
Jiang Mu bowed and said, "Your Highness is too kind. Protecting Your Highness is my duty."
Prince Sheng glanced at the girl behind Jiang Mu, but didn't ask any questions. He simply smiled and nodded before turning around and, with the help of his attendants, boarding the luxurious carriage.
The monk from the Bitter Sea and the Taoist priest from the Wine Sect also entered the carriage.
With everything prepared, the grand procession slowly began to head out of the city.
Jiang Mu and Yan Fenghu rode tall horses at the very front.
Yan Fenghuo glanced back at the heavy carriage curtains and sneered at Jiang Mu: "Tch, this prince is really quite precious."
From Huzhou City to Shenjian Gate, it's only a little over an hour's journey by carriage. The entire route is a main road, so where would any powerful demons be roaming around?
They're clearly using our Demon Slayer Division as a free ceremonial guard for their own amusement, huh."
Jiang Mu did not respond.
He gripped the reins, his gaze shifting as he recalled the jade thumb ring he had seen on the prince's thumb that day.
He wanted to see what the prince was up to.
More than an hour later, the group arrived at the mountain gate where the Divine Sword Sect was located.
Outside the mountain gate, rows of solemn-looking disciples, each holding a long sword, already stood.
And standing at the very front to greet them was naturally He Shan'er.
The woman was clearly dressed up carefully.
Instead of wearing the solemn attire that would highlight the majesty of the sect's matriarch, she changed into a more form-fitting purplish-black long dress.
The curves of her body are outlined in a very alluring way.
Upon seeing this attire, Yan Fenghuo clicked his tongue, nudged Jiang Mu with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Old Jiang, look at this woman."
In broad daylight, dressed like a prostitute, her seductive charm could be smelled from two miles away.
Is she planning to use the pretext of sword forging to become a concubine for our Prince Sheng, in exchange for a powerful backer from the Divine Sword Sect?
Jiang Mu glanced at him sideways.
This guy usually has a cold and aloof expression, like the King of Hell, but he reveals his secretly passionate side when you're around him.
Once the carriage came to a stop, Prince Sheng stepped down with the help of his guards.
"He Shan'er greets Your Highness."
He Shan'er immediately went to greet him and bowed gracefully, "In this vast and untamed land of martial arts, to have Your Highness personally come is truly a blessing for the Divine Sword Sect."
"Mrs. He, you're too kind."
Prince Sheng raised his hand slightly, his gaze lingering on the woman's alluring curves for a moment, a deep smile playing on his lips.
He turned around and pointed to Jiang Mu and Yan Fenghuo behind him, and said with a smile, "These two are probably old acquaintances of Madam He, so I won't waste any more words introducing them."
"This humble servant greets Lord Jiang and Lord Yan."
He Shan'er smiled slightly, stepped forward, and bowed.
Jiang Mu laughed and said, "Master Yan just told me that Madam He is quite flirtatious."
"Cough cough cough"
Yan Fenghuo choked and coughed, his dark face turning a deep liver color.
Everyone else had strange expressions, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
He Shan'er, however, was not angry. With a flick of her beautiful eyes, she glanced lightly at Jiang Mu, and then led Prince Sheng to the main hall.
Yan Fenghuo nudged Jiang Mu with his elbow: "Damn it, if you want to die, don't drag me down with you. This woman is really wicked, why did you provoke her?"
Jiang Mu looked completely innocent: "I'm just stating objective facts."
Yan Fenghu rolled his eyes, too lazy to deal with this troublemaker.
Duanmu Li, who had been following behind Jiang Mu, had become somewhat silent since entering the Divine Sword Sect.
She carried a black tomb knife on her back, her cold gaze sweeping across the surroundings.
When her gaze fell upon a massive stone sculpture in the distance, shaped like a sword, the girl paused involuntarily.
She gently bit her moist lips with her pearly teeth and continued to silently follow behind Jiang Mu.
Upon entering the hall, He Shan'er ordered her maid to serve freshly brewed spiritual tea.
Prince Sheng picked up his teacup, gently skimmed off the floating leaves, took a small sip, and smiled, "Speaking of which, Old Master He has been in seclusion for over ten years, hasn't he? What? Does he really intend to stay holed up in the Sword Tomb for the rest of his life and never come out?"
He Shan'er said softly, "My father went into seclusion not only to forge a divine weapon, but also to seek a breakthrough in swordsmanship."
"My inability to personally greet Your Highness this time is truly due to—the sword-forging process has reached its final stage, and not a moment's delay can be tolerated. I hope Your Highness will understand."
"It's alright, it's alright."
Prince Sheng waved his hand, his face full of smiles, "Forging swords is a major event, I understand."
Enough with the small talk, Madam He, I've come to retrieve the sword.
I've waited five long years for this sword! It's finally finished! Take me there now!
He Shan'er smiled and said, "Your Highness, please be patient. It will take about half an hour for the divine sword to be forged. Please rest here for a while and have some tea."
"Do we have to wait?"
Prince Sheng frowned slightly, then relaxed. "So be it. We've waited five years already, what's a mere half an hour? Good things come to those who wait."
He Shan'er thanked him again, and then chatted with Prince Sheng about romance, folklore, and interesting stories from the martial arts world.
As the appointed time approached, a disciple hurried in to report: "Reporting to the Mistress, the sword furnace is about to be opened."
He Shan'er perked up and immediately stood up, gesturing to Prince Sheng: "Your Highness, the time has come. Please come with me to the Sword Tomb to retrieve the sword."
"Finally!"
Prince Sheng slapped his thigh and stood up excitedly.
He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped, turned to Jiang Mu and Yan Fenghuo and said with a smile, "Hall Master Jiang, you two come along too."
Look at the sword that Elder He forged for me, consider it me showing off to you all, hahaha————”
He Shan'er frowned, wanting to politely refuse, but seeing Prince Sheng's enthusiastic expression, she swallowed her words.
The group arrived at the Jian family's residence on the back mountain of the Divine Sword Sect.
The heatwave from the Sword Tomb hit us.
The original location of the blood pool has now been replaced by a huge bronze furnace that is three zhang tall.
Beneath the bronze furnace, flames roared like a raging sea.
The cave was scorched so badly it resembled a furnace.
On either side of the bronze furnace stood two stone walls engraved with runes.
The flowing spiritual light was clearly suppressing the raging sword energy within the furnace.
Beside the bronze furnace, only two disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were throwing a black crystal that emitted a fishy smell into the fire.
He Qingyang, who usually stayed at the Jian family, was nowhere to be seen.
"Your Highness, the divine weapon is complete; you may take the sword now."
He Shan'er pointed to a stone platform with a handprint groove carved in front of the bronze furnace and said, "Your Highness only needs to place your palm on this stone platform, and the sword spirit of this sword will sense Your Highness's aura and automatically recognize its master and be forged."
"well!"
Upon hearing this, Prince Sheng eagerly stepped forward and was about to place his hand into the groove of the stone platform.
He Shan'er stared intently at Prince Sheng's movements, her hands, hidden beneath her sleeves, clenched tightly, her palms soaked with cold sweat.
She held her breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Once the other party releases their hand, the father's plan to extract the dragon's energy will be considered a success.
However, just as Prince Sheng's finger was about to touch the stone platform...
"Boom!"
A deafening roar exploded deep within the Jian family's territory.
The cave then began to shake violently, with pebbles falling from the ceiling.
Before anyone could react, a sudden change occurred.
A disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, who was originally standing by the bronze furnace and responsible for adding fuel, suddenly appeared in front of Prince Sheng like a ghost.
"Pfft!"
A short, sharp dagger was forcefully plunged into Prince Sheng's chest.
Prince Sheng let out a scream.
The assassin disciple struck successfully, kicking Prince Sheng in the abdomen.
Prince Sheng spat out blood, his obese body flying backward like a kite, crashing heavily onto a stone wall in the distance.
It fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.
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