This sentence stimulated Mu Yingyang. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Xiao Yuan with red eyes, as if sobering up a little, "What did you just say?"
Xiao Yuan also felt that what he had just said was inappropriate, but he had said it and couldn’t take it back, so he answered, "I told you not to cry."
"The next sentence."
Xiao Yuan hesitated: "That…"
Mu Yingyang approached him, "You said my Shixiong was not really kind to me?"
Xiao Yuan stepped back, "I just said it was possible."
"Not possible!" Mu Yingyang growled, "If my Shixiong was not sincere to me, was he sincere to that guy surnamed Gu?"
"I didn’t say that."
"That’s what you meant."
Xiao Yuan sighed. This unreasonable behavior still hadn’t changed. Had he really nothing better to do than to come and talk to Mu Yingyang? He patted the hem of his clothes, stood up and said, "Then keep crying, I’m leaving."
Mu Yingyang sneered and said, "You want to leave after saying bad things about my Shixiong?"
Xiao Yuan felt a gust of wind coming from behind and quickly turned around to avoid Mu Yingyang’s fist. "Engaging in sneak attacks, are you afraid you aren’t skilled enough to play?"
Mu Yingyang said, "Who wants to play with you!" These words were accompanied with another punch.
Xiao Yuan had been diligent in cultivating in the past two years. Coupled with various medicines and nourishing supplements, his body was not weak and his foundation was slowly being repaired. He could somewhat protect himself by using his spiritual power, but when he met an opponent like Mu Yingyang, fighting was out of the question. It was either run or wait to die.
It was a good thing that Mu Yingyang didn’t mean to be serious either and didn’t even bring out two tenths of his strength. He was already in a depressed mood, but this An Mu had come up to him and was full of cr*p, actually saying that Shixiong was not sincere to him – how could he bear that?
The two of them fought on the eaves of the house. Mu Yingyang wanted to teach him a little lesson, but he didn’t expect that the guy surnamed An could avoid so well; he couldn’t even touch him because he was so slippery. Mu Yingyang’s sword-like brows drew together in a frown, and when Xiao Yuan felt the flow of spiritual energy, he knew it was about to get real, so he raised his hands and said, "No more fighting, no more fighting. If we keep fighting, the innkeeper’s roof will collapse. She might be my future mother-in-law, I don’t dare offend her."
"Cut the crap!"
Xiao Yuan didn’t bother to pay any more attention to him and was about to fly down, when Mu Yingyang suddenly grabbed his shoulder from behind, "Want to run?"
Mu Yingyang was right. Xiao Yuan was afraid of pain most of all. Being grabbed by Mu Yingyang like this, he couldn’t help but let out a stifled grunt, "Let go."
"Won’t let go," Mu Yingyang said, "unless you apologize to my Shixiong."
Xiao Yuan chuckled softly and said, "I apologize to a dead person."
Mu Yingyang’s hostility rose sharply, "You–!"
Xiao Yuan rolled over and took advantage of Mu Yingyang’s anger to stretch out his hand for his throat. In order to avoid it, Mu Yingyang could only let go of Xiao Yuan’s arm. Xiao Yuan turned his back towards the ground and fell down.
With his cultivation, Xiao Yuan would easily land comfortably. But before he could adjust his posture, he fell into a slightly cool embrace.
Gu Louyin, who had returned at some point, caught him in his arms and held him wordlessly. "Are you hurt?"
"No." Xiao Yuan broke free from Gu Louyin’s arms, "The eaves are not high, so you didn’t need to take action." "
Gu Louyin looked down at his hands with a trace of confusion in his eyes. He also knew that nothing would happen at this height, but when he saw An Mu fall from the eaves, his heart suddenly lurched and his body reacted unconsciously as he flew forward to catch him.
Shen Fugui asked from the side, "Why are you fighting with him?"
Xiao Yuan shrugged, "I just had a casual chat with him."
The confusion in Gu Louyin’s eyes disappeared and he said indifferently: "If you don’t want to cause trouble, just stay away from him."
Xiao Yuan nodded absent-mindedly, "I know."
Mu Yingyang was still standing on the eaves, looking at the three of them condescendingly, and said sarcastically: " What, you can’t beat me and are looking for help?" Mu Yingyang dropped the jug and the sound of broken glass was particularly harsh in the quiet night. "Just in time. I have long wanted to take your blood to comfort my Shixiong’s spirit in heaven."
Gu Louyin said, "I will not fight you in the territory of Baihua Palace."
"Then take care of your people and don’t let them provoke me." Mu Yingyang finished speaking and walked away.
"…" Are you sure you want to call him Gu Louyin’s person? Silly Shidi was really stupid. Xiao Yuan asked Shen Fugui: "Have you found your shimei?"
Shen Fugui said sullenly: "Not yet, and I don’t know where she went."
In the next two days, Gu Louyin and Shen Fugui continued to inquire about the little shimei in the city, but there were still no clues. When the three of them got together for dinner, Xiao Yuan guessed: "Maybe your shimei has already entered Baihua Palace?"
Shen Fugui said, "I think so too. So let’s go in too."
Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "If she is really in there and sees you going to the flower viewing party, won’t she lose her temper with you again?"
Shen Fugui scratched his head with sorrow, "Then what should I do?"
"In my opinion, we should divide our troops in two parts. You continue to stay in Hongxiu to look for your little shimei. I will transform into you and enter Baihua Palace with Gu Louyin. If I meet your shimei, I will explain everything to her clearly and clarify your intentions. What do you think?"
Shen Fugui looked at Gu Louyin, "Louyin, what do you think?"
Gu Louyin nodded lightly, "That works."
"Then it’s settled." Xiao Yuan asked the waitress to take the order. The waitress was an eleven-or twelve-year-old girl, lively, sweet and eloquent. She smiled and introduced the restaurant’s signature dishes to them
"Pork stuffed bitter melons, red meat and green melon, fresh, fragrant and soft, not bitter at all – don’t the guests want to taste it?"
It sounded tempting, but it was a pity that Xiao Yuan would get a rash all over his body whenever he ate bitter melons and the itching would be unbearable. Face-changing technique could change his appearance, but it couldn’t change his physique and taste.
Xiao Yuan was about to refuse, when he heard Gu Louyin: "Bring it."
The little girl smiled with joy: "Okay, pork stuffed bitter melons!"
Xiao Yuan looked at Gu Louyin and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Gu Louyin said, "What?"
Xiao Yuan said regretfully: "It’s nothing, I just don’t like to eat bitter melons."
A dark tide surged in Gu Louyin’s chest, and more and more suspicions pressed on his heart. He didn’t know where the suspicions came from, but he was almost overwhelmed by these suspicions.
What was he suspicious of and what was he asking for? But just like how he couldn’t stop himself from hugging An Mu, he couldn’t stop himself from looking for the similarities between An Mu and Xiao Yuan.
After the dishes were served, Xiao Yuan didn’t even touch the pork stuffed bitter melons. Gu Louyin took a bite and said, "Not bad. Do you want to try?"
Xiao Yuan smiled naturally: "No, there are so many other dishes."
Gu Louyin took a piece and put it in Xiao Yuan’s bowl, "Try it."
Before Xiao Yuan had time to react, Shen Fugui shouted, "What am I seeing, Louyin, you’re picking food for him? We have known each other since we were children, and you haven’t picked food for me yet!"
Xiao Yuan took advantage of the situation and gave Shen Fugui the pork stuffed bitter melon piece and said, "Let’s say Gu Louyin gave it to you. Are you happy?"
Shen Fugui said, "Not happy, only humiliated."
Gu Louyin’s eyes sank.
After this meal, Xiao Yuan copied the appearance of Shen Fugui. Shen Fugui looked at someone who looked exactly the same as him, feeling both awkward and uneasy, and repeatedly told Xiao Yuan to take care of his words and deeds and to not disgrace him and Xuanle Sect.
Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "Don’t worry, since I have received your money, I will definitely get things done." At least he wouldn’t use Shen Fugui’s face to steal the ruthless hua, and even if he used it, he wouldn’t be caught.
Baihua Palace was located in the very center of Hongxiu Prefecture. Unlike Yunjian Pavilion that was composed of multiple mountain peaks, Baihua Palace was a huge palace linked together. Inside, there were thousands of flowers blooming, all four seasons looking like spring full of beautiful fragrance; pavilions, rotundas, light gauze tents and graceful fairy-like disciples of Baihua Palace could be seen everywhere, making the surroundings look like paradise on earth.
The one who welcomed them was a cultivator called Chang Lan. Chang Lan was elegant and unworldly, with an aura like an orchid, nothing short of a beauty. Xiao Yuan had always liked beauties, so he took the initiative to chat with her, and along the way, inquired about Shen Fugui’s shimei.
"Dare to ask Miss Chang, does Xuanle Sect have any other disciples besides me here?"
Chang Lan smiled and said, "Yes, not only Xuanle Sect, but many people have also come from Yunjian Pavilion."
"Is there a girl surnamed Cai among the disciples of Xuanle Sect?"
Chang Lan thought for a while, "I vaguely remember that there is."
Xiao Yuan and Gu Louyin glanced at each other and asked, "Oh? Then where is she now?"
"She should be in Xiyuan Garden, where the women cultivators stay." Chang Lan said, "Men are not allowed to enter Xiyuan Garden, so I will deliver a message for you later."
Xiao Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Chang."
Chang Lan led them to the garden where the men lived and said, "Baihua Palace prepared rooms for the two young masters, please follow me."
The garden was full of male cultivators who came to participate in the flower viewing party, and Xiao Yuan saw Mu Yingyang again. The other cultivators gathered in groups of three or four people, only Mu Yingyang was alone. When the three of them passed by, Mu Yingyang said coolly, "The guy surnamed An didn’t come?"
Gu Louyin said, "It has nothing to do with you."
Xiao Yuan felt a little strange. Most of the people who came to participate in the flower viewing party belonged to famous sects of the Upper Immortal Realm headed by Yunjian Pavilion and Xuanle Sect. Mu Yingyang was obviously not within this range, how did he get the invitation to Baihua Palace?
Mu Yingyang let out a cold laugh and was about to sneer, when his eyes suddenly widened and his face turned extremely pale, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Xiao Yuan followed his gaze and was stunned.
Standing behind him was a man with awe-inspiring eyebrows, handsome and beautiful, dressed in red. Who else could it be but Xiao Du.
Xiao Du… it really was Xiao Du. Why did he appear in Baihua Palace, or rather, why did he appear in such a demonstrative manner without any disguise? Well, the righteous cultivators only knew him as the Demon Lord by name and had never seen his face. In the entire Baihua Palace, likely only he and Mu Yingyang knew Xiao Du’s true identity. Xiao Du disdained disguise and there was no need to disguise himself.
Noticing that Xiao Yuan’s expression changed, Gu Louyin said, "Is there anything wrong with that man?"
Xiao Yuan shook his head, "I don’t know, you should ask Mu Yingyang."
Mu Yingyang gritted his teeth and said, "He actually came too."
Xiao Du seemed to feel something and raised his eyes to look at them. Neither joy nor anger could be distinguished in his gaze.
At this moment, a young man dressed in royal blue brocade ran up to him and called out in a loud voice, "Gege!"