Chapter 629 - 629 9 Disturbance
629: Chapter 9 Disturbance 629: Chapter 9 Disturbance The grand doors swung open.
Jiang Qihu stood there in a daze, momentarily stupefied.
“Tang…
Tang Pavilion Master?”
He looked at the Daoist-robed woman before him in disbelief.
Nowadays, many people knew that the World Pavilion Master, Tang Fengshu, had been suppressed at the back mountain of the Taoist sect, personally overseen by Great True Master Chong Kan, much like “Yan Xie” ten years ago.
No one knew how long she would be imprisoned before being released.
All prominent families and sects were watching the movements of the “Book Tower.”
The relationship between the young State Preceptor and Tang Pavilion Master was known throughout the world.
The World Pavilion Master being suppressed would hardly leave Chen Jingxuan indifferent.
Due to this matter, Jiang Qihu, who had been transferred back to the Imperial City from the South Border, had been preparing his troops and sharpening their resolve, ready at any moment.
Although he held a post at the Imperial City Department, in truth, he was also a member of the Book Tower, always ready to stand up without hesitation whenever Chen Jingxuan issued an order.
But this, Jiang Qihu could never have anticipated.
Before the Book Tower could take any action, all this had “ended.”
No suppression, no imprisonment.
The World Pavilion Master, missing for days, now stood before him, lively and graceful.
So, the person Qin Qianlian brought was indeed the Pavilion Master?
Jiang Qihu let out a long sigh of relief and sheathed his long sword.
He scratched his head with a smile, looking at the man by the jade table: “Sir…
I heard from Sang Zheng that the great formation of the Book Tower had opened, I was worried about your safety.”
“Hmm…”
The man by the jade table responded softly.
However, Chen Jingxuan’s voice now sounded a bit weary: “No need to worry, I am fine.”
Somehow, the usually dim-witted tiger sensed that something was amiss.
“Then… should I take my leave first?”
He raised an eyebrow, glancing at Tang Pavilion Master, feeling inexplicably unfamiliar, the uneasy premonition in his heart not diminishing.
After leaving the Book Tower, Sang Zheng hurriedly approached: “Mr.
Jiang, what’s the situation inside?”
Jiang Qihu frowned, looking at the reclosed doors of the Book Tower, and said slowly: “The one inside is Tang Pavilion Master.”
“Tang Pavilion Master?”
Sang Zheng’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He patted his chest, relieved: “Scared me…
I thought Qin Qianlian had ill intentions.
Wait, if Tang Pavilion Master is fine, why does Mr.
Jiang look like this?”
There was no sign of ease on Jiang Qihu’s face, instead, his expression was grave.
“I feel that something is fishy about this matter.”
Jiang Qihu murmured under his breath: “With Chong Kan’s personality, there’s no way he would release her without reason.”
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Time rewound, back to half an incense stick before.
Golden threads hung down from the palace dome.
The jade table split the grand hall in two.
Qin Qianlian, draped in a Daoist robe, hands crossed behind his back, entered the Book Tower with another veiled woman.
“Mr.
Chen, long time no see.”
Qin Qianlian spoke softly: “After so many years, you seem unchanged from before…”
The Heavenly Destiny Gold Lines fell, weaving into a screen.
Chen Jingxuan slowly sat up, straightening his clothes and adjusting his posture.
After dozens of breaths, the screen dissipated, revealing again his usual spotless appearance.
Qin Qianlian narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the frail scholar before him.
Qin Qianlian laughed: “Still the same, looking like a ‘sickly ghost.'”
“…”
Chen Jingxuan paid no mind to the mockery.
His gaze fell upon the woman beside Qin Qianlian.
Though she wore a veil and a hat, some people…
even with layers of disguise, just one glance, and Chen Jingxuan could recognize them.
“A thousand cups of wine are not enough when met with a kindred spirit; half a sentence is too many when words clash.”
Qin Qianlian glanced around, admiring the splendidly ornate Golden Book Tower, finally setting his eyes on the golden threads above.
The second young master of the Qin Family spoke leisurely: “I don’t like wasting words.
Didn’t you send people to the Taoist sect three times?
Everyone knows what you want to do…
The person you want, I’ve brought.”
Then.
Qin Qianlian departed.
Now, only Chen Jingxuan and the veiled Daoist-robed woman remained.
“Are you…
okay?”
After a long silence, Chen Jingxuan spoke first, breaking the stillness of the grand hall.
As he spoke, he extended his hand, brushing his sleeve through the air.
Swoosh!
A silent breeze passed, sweeping through Chen Jingxuan’s large sleeve, lifting Tang Fengshu’s veiled hat.
The veil fell to the ground.
The woman did not resist.
The two locked eyes.
Countless unspoken words filled the silence.
It was said that recently, Tang Fengshu had been imprisoned in the back mountain of the Taoist sect, suffering the torment of thunder tribulation.
In that brief moment of eye contact, Chen Jingxuan understood.
The rumors were not false.
Though that face beneath the veil appeared as pristine as jade, unscathed, as Tang Fengshu’s robe fluttered, Chen Jingxuan caught a glimpse of her wrist and forearm.
Taoist cultivators, despite not training their physique.
They did have “Protective Gang Qi.”
Now, the exposed skin of Tang Fengshu was pallid and still bore faint blood traces.
Clearly.
The Protective Gang Qi had been shattered.
A hint of cold sharpness appeared in Chen Jingxuan’s eyes.
He knew well that there was only one person in the Taoist sect capable of inflicting such wounds on Tang Fengshu, who had achieved Great Perfection in the Yin God Realm: Chong Kan.
“I’m fine.”
Tang Fengshu said softly: “The technique of thunder refinement is nothing.
Wounds to the flesh are the most trivial of all pains in this world.”
Chen Jingxuan knew that with Tang Fengshu’s Dao Heart and willpower.
This pain indeed meant very little.
Among the most stubborn people he had ever met in this world, she was probably the one.
“What exactly happened in the Taoist sect?”
Chen Jingxuan’s face showed anguish as he gritted his teeth and said: “You are ultimately the World Pavilion Master…
How could Chong Kan treat you this way?”
That said.
But how could Chen Jingxuan not know the true “root” of all this.
After Immortal Carefree went into seclusion, Great True Master Chong Kan took charge of the Taoist sect.
This true master had an almost morbid pursuit of the “pure reputation of the Taoist sect.” In recent years, the Taoist sect’s precepts had become increasingly harsh, and Chong Kan’s greatest thorn in the side was the love story that had circulated out from Fangyuan Square in recent years.
Tang Fengshu’s suffering of “thunder refinement” within the Taoist sect ultimately had to be traced back to him.
Chen Jingxuan spoke gently: “You should bear it for a while, let me use the Roundness Instrument to check your Heart Lake and Divine Soul for any lingering soul injuries.”
With that, a strand of gold thread dangled from the dome, drifting toward the woman like a willow leaf.
But Tang Fengshu stepped back, slightly moving her head aside to avoid it.
The gold thread fell into nothingness.
Chen Jingxuan stood frozen.
“The past is the past, why bring it up again?”
Tang Fengshu lowered her eyes and said softly: “I came to the Book Tower today for one thing.
If I were willing to give up the title of ‘World Pavilion Master’ and leave the ‘Taoist sect,’ would you be willing to give up the title of ‘State Preceptor’ and leave the Great Chu Imperial City?”
This question brought the entire Book Tower back to silence.
Chen Jingxuan stared blankly at the woman before him.
He looked somewhat confused, his hand holding a tea cup trembling uncontrollably.
This question awaited no reply…
until Jiang Qihu broke in, and then left again.
Yet some questions.
Not replying is the best reply.
“I understand now.”
Tang Fengshu’s voice rasped: “I have disturbed you.”
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(There will be another update in the afternoon.)