Chapter 928 - North City

"You probably aren’t from Immortal City, otherwise how could you not recognize me," Mu Qing said calmly.

Seeing he couldn’t keep pretending, the man’s expression tightened, and the panic in his eyes vanished.

"My eyes were blind, but this Hundred Pill Hall matter won’t end here," the man said, then black blood flowed from his mouth.

He had already poisoned himself.

The other burly men at his side, upon seeing this, also poisoned themselves.

Their poison had clearly been hidden inside their teeth long ago, so no one had time to stop them.

Seeing the ground suddenly filled with corpses, everyone’s faces turned heavy.

"Luo Yu, next time something like this happens just tell me directly," Mu Qing said carelessly. "I’ll settle everything inside this Immortal City for you."

"Qing’er, this matter isn’t as simple as you think," Fan Luoyu shook her head with a smile. "If it were something else, maybe, but business is far more complicated than you imagine."

Although Mu Qing was the city lord’s daughter and people in the city gave her face, unwilling to provoke her, this too had limits. It didn’t mean she could act recklessly in everything.

Especially since this matter concerned the Fan Clan.

"Alright, don’t look so worried," Mu Qing patted Fan Luoyu’s shoulder, smiling. "This time you came all the way to Immortal City, you’d better keep me company."

"Qing’er, I still have matters, " Fan Luoyu’s words were cut off.

"Do you know what day it is today?" Mu Qing asked.

"What day?" Fan Luoyu asked curiously.

"Miss, today is Seventh Night Festival," the green-clothed maid quickly said.

"Seventh Night Festival," Fan Luoyu suddenly realized. "Counting the days, it is indeed now. I’ve just been too busy lately and didn’t notice."

"Tonight is Seventh Night Festival, you have to walk with me, think of it as giving yourself some relaxation," Mu Qing said on the side.

Fan Luoyu nodded slightly, not refusing.

"But along the way, I haven’t really felt the Seventh Night Festival atmosphere. Is Immortal City always like this?"

"No, on Seventh Night Festival everyone gathers in the South City. It’s already decorated, every household lit up, I bet tonight there’ll be fireworks and lanterns set afloat," Mu Qing explained.

"Would Young Master Xu also like to come along tonight?" Fan Luoyu turned, looking at Xu Zimo.

"Luo Yu, who is he?" Mu Qing only now noticed Xu Zimo’s presence.

She had thought before that he was just a shop assistant.

As if realizing something, Mu Qing leaned close to Fan Luoyu’s ear and whispered a few words.

Fan Luoyu’s face immediately flushed red to the ears.

"Qing’er, what nonsense are you saying?"

Fan Luoyu explained, "I met Young Master Xu on the way here to Immortal City."

"I see," Mu Qing looked Xu Zimo up and down, then smiled. "Are you perhaps greedy for our Luo Yu’s beauty?"

"Yes, you’ve seen through me," Xu Zimo nodded seriously.

When his words fell, Mu Qing was slightly stunned.

She had only meant to tease Xu Zimo, never expecting he’d actually admit it.

"A fair lady is what a gentleman desires, beautiful things always attract people, don’t they," Xu Zimo said with a smile as he sat down.

"You’re honest, not like those hypocritical types," Mu Qing nodded. "But our Luo Yu’s requirements for a future husband are very high, I doubt you’ll have a chance."

Xu Zimo originally thought to press on with bold words, but after thinking about it, he just shook his head with a smile and said nothing.

"Qing’er, if you keep saying this, I’ll really get angry," Fan Luoyu seemed a bit restless on the side.

"Right now, with the Fan Clan’s matters unresolved, I’m not thinking of marriage."

"Alright, alright, I won’t say more," Mu Qing quickly nodded.

Outside, the daylight dimmed quickly.

Perhaps it was because of late autumn.

In the afternoon, Xu Zimo asked around in Immortal City about the location of the celestial crane, since he needed to head to the Land of Destruction.

The celestial crane traveled there once every three days.

Now that he knew the way, Xu Zimo was in no hurry.

Lately, his True Fate World was growing stronger, and the power the world fed back to him was also increasing.

Perhaps with the revival of spiritforce, the entire world was undergoing an earth-shattering transformation.

And this change would last for a long time.

The bigger the positive transformation, the greater Xu Zimo’s benefits.

But after some time, when the cultivation laws of the world were restored, and all beings embarked on the cultivation path, then the transformations would slow.

Although Xu Zimo didn’t interfere in the affairs of the God World, he always had Chaos keep watch for him.

On the God World as well, countless powers rose, sects sprouting like bamboo shoots after rain, more and more appearing.

The strongest sect at present was called Cloud Cliff Tower.

It could be considered the number one force on the God World.

Below Cloud Cliff Tower, there were also rising forces like Clear Sky Empire, Rakshasa Sea, Dust-Float Temple, and Monster Grotto.

These forces might never know that a pair of eyes was always watching them.

Every move they made, as if invisible strings pulled by giant hands, guided them in the unseen.

……

The Seventh Night Festival of Immortal City was extraordinarily lively.

The northern city’s sky was almost completely filled with multicolored fireworks.

All sorts of colors, all sorts of shapes.

Blending together, reflecting red across everyone’s faces below.

Inside the city, a clear river stretched thirty thousand li.

Endless and crystal clear.

Countless lanterns floated on the surface of the river, each lantern carrying a wish or prayer.

Men and women would write their wishes inside, then let them drift downstream with the river’s current.

Most of these wishes were about love.

Because today was Seventh Night Festival.

Ji Ruobing had gone to the City Lord’s mansion and hadn’t reappeared.

So tonight, Xu Zimo spent Seventh Night Festival with Fan Luoyu, Mu Qing, and the maid.

"So lively," the three walked the streets of North City, crowds everywhere.

Stalls lined the sides, selling mostly tokens of love between men and women.

Fireworks lit up the sky above.

It had been a long time since Xu Zimo had felt such a lively and peaceful atmosphere.

Just then, a shout came from nearby.

"Qing’er."

The group turned their heads and saw a few men coming down from a bridge not far away.

Several maids followed beside them, judging by their clothes they were attendants.

Seeing the newcomers, a faint flash of disgust crossed Mu Qing’s eyes.

But she covered it well.

"Qing’er, what a coincidence," the man held a folding fan, handsome in looks, somewhat like a pretty boy.

"Wang Jun, what is it?" Mu Qing nodded slightly, asking.