After speaking.
He did not wait for Jiang Yuechu to reply, turning to leave immediately, his steps hurried, appearing somewhat like he was fleeing in panic.
Seeing this, Wei He and Xu Changfeng also quickly bowed to Jiang Yuechu and the Old Daoist, then followed closely behind.
Before long.
Only two figures remained: one old and one young.
Wandering Dust Master held his whisk, standing in the wind, his robes fluttering, his expression calm.
Having lived for hundreds of years, his eyes had long been refined into Fiery Golden Eyes.
Since this girl had sent everyone else away and specifically kept him here.
She definitely had something to ask of him, or perhaps... something she wanted to show him, this old man, for his appraisal.
Once the surroundings were completely silent.
Only then did Jiang Yuechu turn around.
She didn't beat around the bush.
With a thought.
Her red lips parted slightly.
A Red Silk Ribbon, about seven feet long and the color of raging fire, was spat out from her mouth and landed in her palm.
But at this moment.
This treasure artifact, which should have possessed extraordinary spiritual charm, was dull and lusterless.
Moreover, the ribbon was covered in cracks both large and small, resembling tattered cloth eaten by worms, exuding an air of decay everywhere.
It was precisely the treasure artifact that the Qiankun Demon King had sacrificed before his death.
Earlier, inside the Mirage Space.
That beast tried to use this item to restrain Jiang Yuechu, but she ignored it and forcefully broke free using her raw physical strength.
Such a violent method of breaking free.
Was certainly satisfying.
But this treasure artifact also suffered greatly.
Wandering Dust Master focused his gaze, and his white eyebrows immediately twitched.
"This is..."
The Old Daoist stepped forward, pinching a corner of the red ribbon between two fingers, examining it closely.
After a moment.
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"I never expected to see an imitation of a Dao Soldier."
"Dao Soldier?"
"That's right."
Wandering Dust Master didn't keep her in suspense and slowly began to explain.
"Legend says that Ancient Great Experts used great Divine Ability to intercept the Laws of Heaven and Earth and fuse them into artifacts."
"When the artifact was completed, it formed its own domain, containing the Laws of the Great Dao."
"Such artifacts are called—Dao Soldiers."
Speaking of this.
Wandering Dust Master changed the subject and sighed.
"Of course, this is merely a legend. Those eras are too distant, and the truth is hard to discern. However, this red ribbon held by the Demon was indeed refined in imitation of that legendary design."
The Old Daoist spread out the red ribbon with both hands.
He saw that where it was broken, the silk threads were crystalline, faintly shimmering with flowing light.
"The materials used are quite extraordinary. Judging by the raw material alone, it certainly qualifies as a Heaven And Earth Treasure."
"However..."
Wandering Dust Master shook his head, a look of pity on his face.
"Although the Yao Race is favored by nature and possesses powerful Physical Bodies, their Artifact Refining skill is miles behind that of our Human Race."
"It only has the appearance, but lacks the essence."
The Old Daoist handed the red ribbon back to Jiang Yuechu.
His tone was quite regretful.
"If it were intact, it could be considered a decent treasure artifact, highly effective for trapping and restraining enemies."
"But now..."
"Its meridians are completely severed, and its spiritual charm is lost."
"The cost to repair it... I'm afraid it would be far more expensive than refining a new one."
"It's tasteless to eat, yet a shame to discard."
Jiang Yuechu took the mass of tattered cloth.
She showed no sign of disappointment.
Instead, she nodded internally.
Indeed.
Just now, inside the Mirage Space.
The Qiankun Demon King had praised this item to the high heavens.
Yet, she merely relied on her brute Physical Body strength, and with a slight struggle, the thing ended up looking like this.
Something that could be snapped by brute force.
Could it really be a good item?
The reason she brought it out for the Old Daoist to appraise.
Was just driven by the thought of finding a hidden treasure, fearing she might miss something.
Now that a conclusion had been reached.
Jiang Yuechu no longer worried about it, nor did she discard it.
Although it was a defective product, the material itself was genuine Heaven And Earth Treasure.
Keeping it, even if just to mend clothes in the future, would be excellent.
"Thank you, Senior, for your guidance. If not for Senior, Junior would probably have been struggling blindly with this pile of treasure artifacts for a long time."
Wandering Dust Master waved his hand.
Then, he looked deeply at Jiang Yuechu.
His expression showed little joy over slaying the Demon; instead, it held a touch of worry.
"Your Highness exaggerates."
"It's just that..."
"This poor Daoist has something to say, but I don't know if I should speak."
Jiang Yuechu's expression sobered: "Senior, please speak."
Wandering Dust Master said: "The lineage of the Golden-Winged Great Peng is no ordinary Mountain Spirit Or Wild Creature. Now that you have killed their direct descendant, they will certainly not let the matter rest."
"The Region of Longyou is, after all, a frontier area where Dragon Qi is sparse."
"This poor Daoist suggests..."
"Your Highness should depart as soon as possible and return to Chang'an City."
"You absolutely must not... linger in this Region of Longyou any longer."
Jiang Yuechu was slightly stunned.
Although she had discerned from the beast's deathbed pleas that its background was extraordinary.
She had not expected.
That its background would be so heaven-shaking?
Even the person before her showed such apprehension when mentioning it.
Jiang Yuechu was silent for a moment.
She did not show any panic, merely nodding slightly.
"Junior has been taught."
Seeing that she had taken the advice to heart.
Wandering Dust Master finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He was truly afraid that this girl was a Reckless Youth who, relying on a bit of skill, would insist on staying here to confront them head-on.
"In that case, this poor Daoist will not speak further."
"I'm old now, and I can't handle this kind of trouble."
Wandering Dust Master chuckled.
He performed a Daoist Salute with one hand.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerate."
As his voice fell.
Without seeing him make any move.
A flash of green light.
The Old Daoist's figure instantly transformed into a long rainbow, soaring straight up and vanishing into the vast sea of clouds in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Yuechu stood rooted to the spot, looking up at the departing Green Rainbow.
After a long time.
She retracted her gaze.
Kill the young one, and the old one comes looking.
This was an eternal truth.
But so what?
She had the system panel accompanying her; as long as there were enough Demons for her to kill.
Her cultivation speed would advance a thousand miles in a single day.
By the time those Old Monsters found her.
Who kills whom.
It was still uncertain... Chang'an City.
It was the Twelfth Lunar Month, the height of winter.
Red clouds covered the sky, and auspicious snow fluttered down.
The entire city was cloaked in silver; lanterns and colored streamers adorned every street and alley, every household replaced their Peach Talismans, and firecrackers sounded to bid farewell to the old year.
Inside the Imperial City.
The Earthen Furnace was burning fiercely, creating a warm, comfortable atmosphere, like bathing in the spring breeze.
A young man dressed in a Bright Yellow Dragon Robe stood with his hands clasped behind his back before the window.
"Alas..."
A long sigh quietly echoed.
He sounded less like the Emperor of a nation and more like a resentful woman in the inner chambers, waiting for a lover who would never return.
The Old Eunuch waiting nearby heard the sigh, and his heart sank.
He bowed his waist, took small steps, and carefully approached, holding a steaming cup of Ginseng Tea.
"Your Majesty, are you tired? Please drink some hot tea to soothe your throat."
The Emperor did not accept it, merely saying softly: "Tell me... how many days until Minor New Year?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, today is the Eighteenth of the Twelfth Lunar Month. In five more days, it will be the Twenty-third of the Twelfth Lunar Month..."
"Only five days left..."
The Emperor sighed again.
"Look how heavily this snow is falling... If Chang'an City is this cold, wouldn't people's noses freeze off in the bitter cold of the Northwest?"
"Uh..."
Hearing this, the Old Eunuch couldn't help but mutter internally.
Your sister is already in the Seed Lotus, immune to heat and cold, and unafraid of water or fire.
Forget about this mere snow and wind of the Twelfth Lunar Month.
Even if she were thrown into the Extreme North, she probably wouldn't freeze.
Why do you need to worry about her here?
But even if he borrowed ten times the courage, he would never dare speak these words aloud.
Thinking of this.
The Old Eunuch immediately picked up on the Emperor's topic.
"This old servant heard that the Region of Liangzhou is a land of bitter cold where 'winds howl through the night in the Ninth Month at Luntai, and scattered stones are as large as dippers.'"
"If the wind picks up there, it's like a knife cutting your face—even Gods And Ghosts would find it hard to bear."
When he reached the emotional part, the Old Eunuch even pretended to wipe the corner of his eye.
"Grand Princess Your Highness has a noble body. Although she possesses some Dao Cultivation, she is still a young lady, with a delicate constitution. If she were truly frozen and developed some chronic illness..."
"Just thinking about it makes this old servant's heart ache!"
These words truly scratched the Emperor's itch.
"Exactly! Exactly!"
"You old fellow, you finally said something human!"