CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER 219: BAI LUQIU, LIU QINGDAI AND OTHERS ARE IN DANGER! _2

Jiang Baiyu glanced at Wen Zhixing, guessing their purpose.

Her gaze swept over Wen Zhixing, somewhat appraising.

The news that Murong Fenghua had brought a man back to the sect had already spread, so he naturally would be aware of it.

His aptitude is outstanding; indeed, he’s another God pride.

Jiang Baiyu made this judgment with just a glance.

She didn’t use her spiritual sense to examine them in detail, thus showing them sufficient respect.

Wen Zhixing, for his part, stood his ground and bowed in greeting.

"Baiyu, your foresight is divine."

Lianxin smiled and nodded.

Although a mere servant, when facing the disciples of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, she showed not the slightest timidity.

After all, they were old friends.

This allowed Lianxin to handle the situation with composure.

"Then come with me; I happen to be going there too."

Jiang Baiyu nodded slightly and, taking the opportunity, called to the two little girls behind her, "These are two little girls I met while I was out, and I’ve also brought them to have their aptitude tested."

They were two small girls, each about half an adult’s height.

When called, they timidly stepped forward.

Seeing Wen Zhixing and Lianxin looking over, they quickly clung to Jiang Baiyu’s rounded thighs, one on each side.

"Oh..."

It was only upon closer inspection that Wen Zhixing realized they were a pair of twin girls around six or seven years old.

Their faces and figures were identical.

Only their attire differed: one wore a pink gauze skirt, the other a pale yellow dress.

Their rosy, cherubic faces and large eyes SPARKLED BRIGHTLY.

They looked like two flawless porcelain dolls, extremely adorable.

"How beautiful," Lianxin sincerely admired, her eyes twinkling like stars as she looked at the two girls.

Indeed, they were two little beauties in the making.

If they grew up, their beauty alone could topple nations.

"Lingyin, Lingle, come greet your Senior Sister Lianxin."

Jiang Baiyu, with a smile, gently stroked the tops of their heads with her slender white hands.

"Lingyin, Lingle, have met Senior Sister Lianxin."

The two little girls mustered their courage and spoke in their childish voices.

Their demeanor and gestures were almost exactly the same.

As they spoke, they even tried to imitate a grown-up’s bow, but their movements were clearly still clumsy, making them look adorably awkward.

"No need for such formalities."

Lianxin waved her hand with a smile, squatting down to touch the girls’ faces.

Her eyes were full of tenderness.

Lianxin adored children, especially cuddly little ones like these; she found them utterly irresistible.

Feeling Lianxin’s warmth, the two little ones gradually became braver.

Soon, they were giggling like the tinkling of little silver bells.

Wen Zhixing stood to the side, feeling somewhat bored.

This conversation between the women and children was something he couldn’t quite join.

"Eh, Junior Sister Baiyu, why are you here too?"

While the group was chatting, the TAP-TAP-TAP of footsteps was heard as several more figures approached.

"Senior Brother Qin Yang."

Jiang Baiyu turned her head and immediately saw the strikingly conspicuous red hair.

All eyes were drawn to him.

Qin Yang, dressed in fine clothes and carrying an exotic beast, approached with confident strides.

His red hair fluttered in the wind, a carefree smile playing on his lips.

Behind him followed a teenager in white, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Qin Yang?"

Upon seeing this person, Lianxin’s brows furrowed, and a trace of fear flickered in her eyes.

Qin Yang’s methods were overbearing; he was prone to violence at the slightest disagreement.

Even Lianxin, who had long resided in the inner sect, had heard of him.

The beast pet cradled in his arms opened its eyes to glance at everyone, then wriggled and went back to sleep.

Although this exotic beast appeared cute and cuddly, it was actually extraordinarily terrifying.

It was rumored that when Qin Yang had once been in danger, the beast had swallowed thousands of enemy cultivators in a single bite, allowing him to escape with ease.

What’s with this person...

Wen Zhixing, who had been silent until now, frowned instantly.

From the moment this person appeared, he could feel the man’s gaze fixed on him.

That gaze was like a predator watching its prey from a high vantage point.

Is he here for me?

Intuition told Wen Zhixing that Qin Yang’s appearance here might not be a coincidence.

"Senior Brother Qin Yang, are you also here for the cultivation token?"

Jiang Baiyu’s gaze then fell upon the young man in white.

The youth was slender and, at first glance, appeared so frail he might be blown over by a gust of wind, yet his eyes held a sharp glint.

"Hahaha, this is a junior from my clan. I brought him along to test his aptitude."

As he spoke, his gaze remained on Wen Zhixing. Then, feigning curiosity, he asked, "And who might this be?"

With that, everyone finally turned their attention to Wen Zhixing.

Jiang Baiyu and Lianxin were both somewhat surprised.

None of them were fools. It was evident at a glance that Qin Yang seemed to have come specifically for Wen Zhixing.

He had been observing Wen Zhixing the entire time.

"Junior Wen Zhixing." Wen Zhixing stepped forward, his posture humble yet unyielding.

"Wen Zhixing, a fine name indeed," Qin Yang remarked with a grin, then turned and walked towards a grand hall floating in the air.

The young man in white had not spoken a word, but his gaze had remained fixed on Wen Zhixing.

Only when Qin Yang began to leave did the youth withdraw his gaze.

What do these two mean by that?

Watching their retreating figures, Wen Zhixing’s eyes narrowed.

He had been feeling uncomfortable from the very beginning.

Their gazes seemed to treat him not as a person, but more like an object they were assessing, gauging its worth.

"Mr. Wen, be careful," Lianxin suddenly moved closer and said via voice transmission. "This Qin Yang is one of the Godsons of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect. His methods are usually extremely domineering, and many who have crossed him have disappeared without a trace."

A Godson of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect... Wen Zhixing’s heart suddenly grew cold.

"The Purple Cloud Divine Sect... I’ve heard that every year, quite a few Sons of God mysteriously perish within the sect..." Jiang Baiyu commented as Qin Yang walked further away, feigning indifference.

After speaking, she also led Lingyin and Lingle forward.

Sons of God... mysteriously perishing? Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixing immediately sensed trouble.

Jiang Baiyu’s words were clearly suggestive.

There must be something wrong with the Purple Cloud Divine Sect.

"Mr. Wen, your aptitude is exceptional, so you must be cautious," Lianxin said, her expression changing slightly as she understood Jiang Baiyu’s meaning.

After all, she had heard some rumors about the Purple Cloud Divine Sect.

Refining the Genius Spirit Seed was something many pursued.

No matter how strong one was, their lineage would inevitably produce juniors with average aptitude.

At such times, the Genius Spirit Seed became necessary to continue the strength of their bloodline.

It was just that most factions did so more covertly.

Wen Zhixing was about to ask Lianxin what she meant when she shook her head and said, "Mr. Wen, Young Miss isn’t here right now. Let’s get the cultivation token first; it will offer some security."

"Alright," Wen Zhixing replied after a moment’s thought, nodding.

Given the situation, it was best to assess things first.

He had to get this cultivation token; otherwise, things would become quite troublesome.

And in his heart, he already had a suspicion.

It was likely that Qin Yang was interested in his Constitution and planned to make a move against him.

Wen Zhixing sneered inwardly. Back in the Wonderous Palace, it was my Constitution that brought me trouble. To think that even here in the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, people still want to target me!

His mind raced.

He quickly arrived at a possibility.

—It had to be Li Juncheng!

Yes, Li Juncheng and Qin Yang are both Godsons of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect.

The fact that my Constitution is extraordinary must have been leaked by Li Juncheng.

Wen Zhixing took a deep breath, his understanding becoming clearer. Li Juncheng invited me to join the Purple Cloud Divine Sect; he probably harbored ill intentions as well.

Of course, this was merely his own speculation.

But it was almost certainly correct.

The Panel is still upgrading; otherwise, it might have prompted me, confirming if my judgment is accurate.

Wait!

Suddenly, Wen Zhixing thought of something, an idea flashing through his mind.

If I’m in danger, could Bai Luqiu, Liu Qingdai, and their group also be at risk?

The answer is definitely yes!