Taking advantage of the fact that news from the Bounty Hall hadn’t yet spread throughout the entire Yunxiao Sect, Li Muqun quickly took the hand-lettered note from Mysterious Void Master and went straight to the Law Enforcement Hall.
After a round of deploying and dispatching troops, he left satisfied.
On the way back, he “happened” to encounter a few lost senior brothers and “enthusiastically” gave them a ride back to the Law Enforcement Hall.
Thus, the disciples on duty at the Law Enforcement Hall today discovered a very strange phenomenon.
Just fifteen minutes ago, the True Disciple Li was holding the letter from Mysterious Void Master, commanding the troops.
The next moment, this same True Disciple was ferrying a group of righteously indignant Outer Sect disciples, fiercely surrounding the Law Enforcement Hall with no gaps.
They claimed they were all there to report Mysterious Void Master for dereliction of duty.
Was this true?
But when True Disciple Li secretly handed over two high-grade Spirit Stones, whether they doubted it or not didn’t matter at all.
Of course, a True Disciple and Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s words and actions were beyond ordinary understanding.
So he straightened his back, gathered energy in his dantian, and shouted with all his might at the True Disciple, “Loyal—ty!”
“Good, good,” Li Muqun patted the perceptive disciple on the shoulder with satisfaction and said seriously,
“Just record everything truthfully. Don’t add fuel to the fire regarding what these senior brothers say. Don’t emphasize Mysterious Void Master’s improper lifestyle. And definitely don’t get creative by making up unfounded accusations.”
“When this is over, I’ll treat you to a meal.”
“Yes, understood, senior brother!”
“Excellent, excellent. If everyone in Yunxiao Sect were as sensible as you, I think our sect would have unified the Jianghu long ago!”
With the matter settled, Li Muqun rode the wind and left.
By the time he finally returned to Congealed Fat Peak, the sky had already darkened.
Darkness swallowed the clouds, leaving only a crack through which mottled moonlight streamed, as if the peak had pierced the blue sky. Glancing back, he realized he was just a mere three chi and three cun from the heavens.
Li Muqun descended from the sky to the foot of the mountain and pushed open the wooden door.
Everything inside the small room lay quietly asleep under the moonlight, as if nothing had changed.
“Bedbed!”
He lunged forward, flopped onto the wooden bed, and rolled around, feeling the familiar softness and comfort.
Suddenly, a wave of relief and gratitude surged in his heart.
“Bedbed, do you know how much danger I faced this time?”
“If I weren’t so clever and heroic, I might never have seen you again.”
“And you, did you miss me?”
In his Sea of Consciousness, Zuo Qiuli—transformed into a JK School Uniform—was holding a book-shaped wisp of Qi, seriously reading.
Suddenly noticing Li Muqun babbling to the wooden bed, she put down the book with interest and began today’s “Muqun’s Big Study.”
Talking sweet nothings to a bed?
This guy must be some kind of weirdo.
According to the fused memories Zuo Qiuli had acquired, this kind of condition was called fetishism.
As for the cause?
She sifted through the merged memories: temporal lobe EEG abnormalities? Classical conditioning? Pathological epilepsy?
NONONO, none of those!
The most fitting explanation was clearly the one from Freudian Peak!
It was sexual repression!
Poor Dao Friend Li, what a good kid to end up like this.
Well, fine, I’ll help you!
She condensed her Divine Sense, and the JK School Uniform morphed into a hollowed-out jacket, a golden necklace, suspenders, and a beret.
She looked exactly like a retro-style private detective, with a Divine Sense-formed camera in hand.
Not to record his disgusting behavior, of course.
I’m just kindly collecting evidence to analyze and treat the illness!
Naturally, Li Muqun didn’t notice Zuo Qiuli’s little antics.
He was immersed in reunion joy with “Bedbed,” heart full of happiness.
But when he buried his face into the pillow, his heart suddenly jolted.
Something was wrong!
This feeling was off!
He grabbed the pillow, sniffed it hard, then rolled back and forth on the wooden bed like a little dog, knocking here, sniffing there.
Hmm, very clean, not a hint of a foul smell.
But that was precisely the problem!
This wooden bed had accompanied Li Muqun through five years of apprenticeship at Congealed Fat Peak.
Aside from meditating on the cushion, it was where he rested, entertained himself, and conducted certain physiological activities that could not be spoken of.
(PS: According to the author’s understanding of Liu Bei, generally, only connecting means losing Yuan Yang; handiwork shouldn’t count.)
In other words, this bed had long been soaked with his scent.
Maybe others couldn’t perceive it, but lying on it, Li Muqun found comfort and a sense of belonging in the lingering smell.
Whenever he was sad, upset, or hitting a cultivation bottleneck,
he would waste an entire day on the bed, then regroup and press on the next day.
But now, that scent was gone!
The bed looked unchanged physically since he left, but its soul had vanished.
Physically, it was clean, but in Li Muqun’s inner world, it was unclean.
Bedbed, how could you do this to me?
I go out to earn a living, work hard to support the family, and you’re mixing with someone else?
How could you betray me?
He raised his hand, ready to channel his spirit power and strike down to break the bed.
But halfway through, his hand froze in midair.
Li Muqun collapsed weakly to the ground, trembling as he stroked the wooden bed in front of him.
You didn’t do this willingly, right, bedbed?
That’s right. You’re usually so obedient; someone must have influenced you.
Tell me, who is he? Tell me his name.
You won’t say? You’re covering for him?
Fine! I’ll find out myself.
I will find the culprit and make you two wicked lovers recognize each other.
When that time comes, don’t blame me for being ruthless!
Angrily withdrawing his hand from the bed, he rapidly ran through everyone in Yunxiao Sect who had grievances against him.
Who could it be? Who could it be?
Mysterious Void Master? Impossible—just a soft pushover.
Sect Leader? That green tea b*tch tried to scheme against me before; her methods aren’t this lame.
It couldn’t be Luo Zhilan, right?
Impossible, impossible. Everyone else is possible, but not her. Even if the whole world died, it couldn’t be her.
Then who is it?
He pondered again and again, finally fixing his gaze on a girl in a red dress.
Jiang Wan’er, yes, it had to be her.
Recalling her coldness and distance before he went on the mission, Li Muqun was even more certain.
So that was it—avoiding me while plotting behind my back.
No wonder.
After failing to sever my Dao Foundation last time, now she wanted to come up with this kind of scheme to humiliate me!
Such low tactics, such low tactics.
Junior Sister Jiang, you’ve truly crossed my bottom line as a man this time!
Furious beyond measure, Li Muqun strode out of the room, riding the wind, heading straight for Jiang Wan’er’s location on Heaven Mist Peak.
“Hey, hey, hey, weren’t you going to cultivate? Where are you rushing off to now?”
In the Sea of Consciousness, Zuo Qiuli, who had been eagerly waiting to enjoy the show, suddenly saw Li Muqun take to the wind.
Fearing he might skip the next act of the “Man and Bed’s Unfinished Business” drama, she hurriedly asked.
“To catch a cheater.”
Li Muqun said flatly, coldly dropping that sentence.
Catch a cheater? Zuo Qiuli stroked her pretty chin.
Looks like the condition has worsened.
But that’s a good thing!