Chapter 1325: Fairy Lingzhu
Translator: CinderTL
Song Wen, who was about to step out of the private room, froze in his tracks.
Xu Mengyu had long suspected the similarities between "Gou Jun" and "Lei Yue." Now, with the added commonality of "proficiency in thunder magic," her doubts likely deepened further.
Though a sense of unease stirred within him, Song Wen maintained a faint smile.
"Indeed, I have some knowledge of thunder magic. Little Friend Xu, are you also skilled in this Dao?"
Xu Mengyu instinctively shook her head, but her gaze continued to scrutinize Song Wen, as if trying to see through him.
"Mengyu," Bai Wei suddenly interjected, "Fellow Daoist Gou Jun’s mastery of thunder magic is a personal matter. Your excessive probing is impolite."
Hearing her master’s mild rebuke, Xu Mengyu snapped back to her senses.
Without offering any explanation to Bai Wei, she cupped her fist in a respectful bow toward Song Wen.
"Senior, please forgive my impudence. My curiosity got the better of me. I hope you won’t take offense."
"Little friend, you’re being too formal," Song Wen replied.
With these words, Song Wen left the private room.
After about a dozen breaths, he returned with two serving maids.
The maids cleared away the remaining dishes and leftovers before departing.
Soon after, two more maids entered, carrying trays laden with fine cuisine.
Once the dishes were arranged on the table, the four began toasting each other with wine.
After nearly an hour, they had eaten and drunk their fill.
After Song Wen settled the bill, the group left the restaurant.
Song Wen bid farewell to the three women and soared into the sky, flying toward the city’s outskirts.
I must avoid meeting Xu Mengyu in the future, Song Wen thought to himself.
Throughout the meal, Xu Mengyu’s gaze had frequently swept over him, making Song Wen genuinely fear she might suddenly blurt out the name "Lei Yue."
A year later.
Thousand Blades City, Drunken Immortal Inn, Secret Room 36.
"Ji Yin, long time no see. How have you been?"
Mo Yexue, who had just entered the secret room, couldn’t help but smile when she saw Song Wen.
Song Wen replied, "Thank you for your concern. These past years have been relatively smooth. How have you been, fellow daoist?"
Mo Yexue said, "As a disciple of the Myriad Swords Pavilion, I am bound by many restrictions, but I also enjoy the sect’s protection, so I’ve been quite stable."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Mo Yexue asked, "Ji Yin, what urgent matter brings you here so suddenly?"
Song Wen’s expression turned serious as he said in a deep voice, "I’ve come to retrieve intelligence on the Wu Clan."
A flash of surprise crossed Mo Yexue’s eyes. She quickly asked, "Are you planning to avenge Lan Chen?"
When Song Wen nodded, she continued, "There’s no need to rush. Seeking revenge now would be like throwing an egg against a stone. That old bastard Wu Bo still has a long lifespan ahead of him. Why not wait until you advance to the Body Integration Stage before trying to kill him?"
Mo Yexue couldn’t sense Song Wen’s cultivation level and instinctively assumed he was still at the Void Refinement Stage, the same level he had been at when they last met.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, you misunderstand. I merely wish to gather information about the Wu Clan’s strength in advance. I have no immediate plans to take action," Song Wen said, offering a vague explanation to avoid revealing too much.
"You truly won’t rashly seek revenge?" Mo Yexue pressed.
"Fellow Daoist Mo," Song Wen replied, "we’ve known each other for years. Have you ever seen me act without careful consideration?"
"That’s true. You’ve always been cautious in your actions," Mo Yexue mused for a moment before flipping her hand and producing a jade slip, which she handed to Song Wen. "This contains intelligence on the Wu Clan that I’ve gathered through various channels in recent years. It’s fairly comprehensive, though somewhat disorganized."
Song Wen accepted the jade slip, quickly reviewed its contents, and then stored it away.
The intelligence provided by Mo Yexue and that from the Spirit Jade Palace each had its own focus.
The Spirit Jade Palace’s intelligence meticulously documented the cultivation realms, techniques, secret arts, and Spirit Treasures of the Wu Clan’s high-tier cultivators. It even recorded recent battles, including opponents and outcomes.
However, it only included information on cultivators at the Body Integration and Void Refinement Stages, omitting any mention of those at the Divine Transformation Stage or lower.
Mo Yexue’s intelligence gathering, however, made no distinction based on cultivation level. She collected information on every member of the Wu Clan, regardless of their strength.
Song Wen even found information on several golden core stage cultivators within her reports.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, thank you for your efforts," Song Wen said.
"Ji Yin, there’s no need for formalities. Avenging Lan Chen is also my own wish," Mo Yexue replied.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, I’ll take my leave now."
Song Wen finished speaking and moved to open the stone door of the secret chamber.
At that moment, Mo Yexue spoke again.
"Ji Yin, as a demonic cultivator, you must be even more cautious these days. Over a decade ago, Elder Jian Xiao’s death enraged Ancestor Yuanrong, who ordered the execution of all suspected perpetrators. In recent years, any demonic cultivator daring to appear within Myriad Swords Pavilion’s territory has been hunted down and eliminated by the sect."
Song Wen frowned deeply. "Ancestor Yuanrong? The Yuanrong who’s hailed as your sect’s foremost cultivator?"
"The very same," Mo Yexue confirmed.
"What was his relationship with Jian Xiao? Why would he seek revenge for him?" Song Wen asked.
"Rumor has it..." Mo Yexue hesitated, then transmitted her words through divine sense: "Rumor has it that Jian Xiao was Ancestor Yuanrong’s concubine."
"Isn’t Yuanrong a man?" Song Wen asked, his face showing surprise.
Mo Yexue nodded slightly in response.
Song Wen’s expression immediately turned serious.
Jian Xiao truly lives up to his reputation as a sword cultivator!
"Thank you for the reminder, fellow daoist. I will proceed with caution."
After a few more casual exchanges, the two left the inn separately.
Song Wen departed Thousand Blades City and traveled westward for millions of miles, eventually arriving at River Pan City.
River Pan City was built along the riverbank, its southern edge bordering Wushang Lake—the very lake where the Wu Clan resided.
Standing on the shore, Song Wen gazed across the vast, misty expanse of the lake. He could faintly discern pavilions and towers floating on the water’s surface.
Figures occasionally flew out from these structures, soaring through the air before landing in the city behind him.
Suddenly, several figures emerged from the steaming mist rising from the lake.
It was a group of men, surrounding a woman like stars orbiting the moon.
The woman’s eyebrows were as dark as distant mountains, her eyes as clear as autumn waters, her nose delicate, her lips crimson, and her skin as white as snow.
She wore a pale blue gauze dress, its hem fluttering in the breeze like a blue lotus swaying in the wind.
The men beside her followed closely, their faces fawning and their voices obsequious.
"Fairy Lingzhu, do you have urgent business in the city? Is there anything I can assist you with?"
"Immortal maiden, are you free this evening? I’ve reserved a table of fine cuisine at the Drunken Immortal Inn. Would you honor me with your presence?"
"Immortal maiden, I recently obtained a thousand-year-old Nine-Bend Ginseng. Please accept it as a token of my esteem."
The woman neither rejected nor acknowledged the advances of her admirers, responding only with a radiant smile. As for the treasures offered to her, she accepted them all without hesitation.
Song Wen observed this scene from afar, mentally reviewing the Wu Clan’s intelligence. He immediately recognized the woman’s identity.
Her name was Wu Lingzhu, hailed as the most exceptional talent the Wu Clan had produced in nearly a millennium. Before reaching five hundred years of age, she had already attained the peak of the Divine Transformation stage. Combined with her peerless beauty, she had captivated countless men.
These men hailed primarily from prestigious sects and noble families in the vicinity, as well as members of other branches of the Wu Clan.
Their attempts to curry favor with Wu Lingzhu weren’t solely motivated by her beauty. More often, they sought to forge a connection with this prodigious talent, hoping to establish goodwill even if they couldn’t win her affections.
(End of the Chapter)
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