Chapter 60: Young Master Qin Has Plenty of Badges

Lu Qian and Wang Yan’er stared at the Tongtian Jade in the Bloodhand Venerable’s hand, saying nothing.

Bloodhand Venerable felt his heart sink as the two remained silent, circulating his internal true qi.

“If you two really want to keep this old man here… heh, I haven’t lived this long for nothing. At worst, I’ll fight with my life and make sure you both suffer serious injuries.”

A dying counterattack from a Tribulation Crossing expert—even if Lu Qian and Wang Yan’er joined forces, they could protect themselves, but they couldn’t cover everything.

Especially since Mu’er was still here—if a fight broke out, there would be no way to watch over everything.

After weighing the options, the two decided to let him go for now.

Besides, judging from Bloodhand Venerable’s aura, he’d likely reached his limit—at most, a hundred years left, with no extra vitality in his body to support a breakthrough.

Lu Qian nodded toward Wang Yan’er.

Wang Yan’er understood, her beautiful eyes looking at Bloodhand Venerable.

“In that case, leave the Tongtian Jade. You may go.”

Bloodhand Venerable relaxed upon hearing this, glanced at the shattered jade in his hand, gritted his teeth, and tossed it to Wang Yan’er.

Then he immediately grabbed Jing Kun and vanished into the void.

As Bloodhand Venerable disappeared, everyone exhaled in relief.

After all, if these three powerhouses really fought here, never mind the rest—even surviving the aftermath would be questionable.

The Emperor watched as Bloodhand Venerable disappeared, his calm eyes betraying unknown thoughts.

Then, the Emperor rose and left the hall, followed by the Imperial Clan and the Aristocrats.

Thus, a peaceful banquet had been disrupted, involving the favored Jing Kun Gongzi, a Demonic Path Overlord, the Sect Leader of Seven Stars Sect, and a mysterious, unnamed powerhouse.

In just one night, the shocking event spread throughout most of the Royal Capital.

However, because of this, many began to doubt the so-called genius youth—was he real?

As for Qin Mu, he followed Yan’er Aunt to the location of the Seven Stars Sect Branch.

To be honest, Qin Mu seriously wondered if he’d been possessed by Conan.

Why did trouble follow him everywhere?!

He was just a little weakling in the Qi Refining stage!

Saving the world and such—Qin Mu often fantasized about it as a child, especially after crossing over.

Moving mountains and filling seas was no longer just a dream!

But cold reality slapped Qin Mu hard, hurting both his face and his dreams.

At the Qi Refining stage, forget moving mountains and filling seas—if the mountains and seas didn’t flatten you, it would already be a blessing.

Qin Mu followed Yan’er Aunt up the stairs.

Wang Yan’er pushed open the door and saw Lu Qian sitting at the table, quickly walking over.

Qin Mu obediently closed the door behind him and stood to the side.

Seeing this, Wang Yan’er patted the empty seat beside her with dissatisfaction.

“Mu’er, why are you standing so far away? What? Afraid of Yan’er Aunt?”

Qin Mu hurriedly shook his head.

“No, no, I just felt…”

Before he could finish, Lu Qian interrupted.

“Silly Mu’er, what are you thinking? Come here!”

Lu Qian hooked her finger, and in the next instant, Qin Mu appeared by her side.

Wang Yan’er narrowed her eyes but said nothing, a trace of coldness flashing in her gaze.

“By the way, why did you let that person go so easily? That’s not like our House Master’s style.”

Lu Qian thought Wang Yan’er would beat up that Jing something brat, but she didn’t act.

Wang Yan’er poured a cup of tea and took a sip.

“What? If you wanted to hit him, you should have done it yourself. Don’t leave all the dirty work to me! Over the years, your reputation has soared, but I did all the work behind the scenes.”

Qin Mu deeply sympathized.

Back then, seeing such a stunningly beautiful woman, he’d thought she’d be a gentle and caring elder sister.

In reality, she’d hit his butt at the drop of a hat.

Miss Ruoshuang’s fondness for spanking him had a lot to do with learning from Aunt Lu.

Lu Qian waved her hand.

“Enough. Let’s not bring up old debts. Anyway, it’s not like we gained nothing this time. Also, be wary of Bloodhand Venerable. That man has been silent for a long time, but we can’t let our guard down.”

Facing such high-level topics, Qin Mu felt he had no right to speak.

Perhaps Qin Mu never expected that in the future, he’d have many such opportunities—in all kinds of situations~

As expected of a seasoned big sister—her methods were endless.

So, an extraordinary night passed in the Royal Capital of the Great Yu Dynasty.

The next day, as the sun rose high, Qin Mu lazily got up.

Going downstairs, he found neither Aunt Lu nor Yan’er Aunt around.

Qin Mu sought out the steward Mo Qiu to ask.

Mo Qiu didn’t dare neglect this young master and hurriedly answered.

“Reporting to Gongzi, as for where the Sect Leader has gone, I do not know. Perhaps to meet with a member of the Imperial Clan. It is said the Sect Leader has a close relationship with a certain Princess.”

“What about Yan’er Aunt?”

Now that Aunt Lu was gone, if Yan’er Aunt was also absent, that would be perfect!

Another day of freedom!

Mo Qiu was stunned, then quickly realized.

“Gongzi refers to the other expert who followed the Sect Leader, right? I don’t know about her either.”

Qin Mu’s face fell instantly.

What does that mean?

If Yan’er Aunt caught him again, he’d be dead meat.

This made Qin Mu hesitant—should he run or not?

“Cough, cough!”

Qin Mu cleared his throat.

“Deacon Mo, do we have any treasures here that conceal one’s aura?”

Mo Qiu thought for a moment, then nodded.

“We do, but Gongzi, you are…”

As soon as he heard there was, Qin Mu’s expression turned serious.

“The Sect Leader gave me a mission to gather information, so I need such a treasure. If there’s a delay, neither of us can bear the consequences.”

Mo Qiu’s face stiffened.

This was troublesome.

The Sect Leader’s orders were to watch over this Gongzi and prevent him from wandering off.

But if the Gongzi said the Sect Leader gave him a task—if true, and the Sect Leader blamed him…

Qin Mu saw Mo Qiu hesitating and rummaged in his robe, pulling out a waist token.

“Is this token enough?”

Mo Qiu looked at it, hesitating.

“Gongzi, although the Holy Maiden outranks me, this is the Sect Leader’s instruction…”

Holy Maiden?

Qin Mu was startled, then looked at the token in his hand.

Ah, he’d grabbed the wrong one—this was Mengyu’s.

Fumbling through his clothes, Qin Mu pulled out another token and checked it carefully.

Mm, this time it was Aunt Lu’s.

“Here, will this do?”

Mo Qiu watched as Qin Mu produced another token from his robe, dumbfounded.

Were you running a token distribution business?

Examining it closely, Mo Qiu confirmed it was indeed the Sect Leader’s token.

With this, it was as if the Sect Leader were present herself.

Such an important item would not normally be entrusted to others—only the Sect Leader herself would keep it.

It seemed this Gongzi was not someone to be trifled with.