Chapter 1185: Chapter 497: What Nonsense Are You Scribbling? (2)

"Mm." Shangguan Qizheng stroked his beard. "Li Chengshi and Zhu Tianqi are pretty close, we do need to watch out for that. But...

He might not know about this yet, and Zhu Tianqi probably won’t tell him either. If the two of them end up wounding each other, the one who profits will be Li Chengshi."

Si Xiuqi nodded and said nothing more.

Shangguan Qizheng also rose and walked toward the outside of the hall, a trace of worry between his brows.

That old fellow is now in the stage of the Heavenly Human Five Declines; he’s definitely no match for Zhu Tianqi, and even facing Li Chengshi will be difficult...

Who can still guard against the Upper Realm then?

Shangguan Qizheng sighed softly in his heart and stayed silent for a long time.

At the same time, in Tongtian Immortal Dynasty on Hidden Life Mountain.

"Your Majesty the Holy Emperor, this is a letter sent by the First Seat of Xuanri Mountain."

Looking at the letter the eunuch presented with both hands, Li Chengshi raised his hand to take it. Ignoring the Holy Empress at his side guessing whether Xuanri Mountain wanted to negotiate for peace, he opened it and took a glance, slightly surprised.

Closing his eyes, he pondered for a long time, then rose and walked out of the hall.

The Holy Empress took the opportunity to glance at the letter Li Chengshi had left on the desk. The contents were very simple.

Li Chengshi, a meeting with the Lu Family.

The signature was the First Seat of Xuanri Mountain.

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On the stone steps of Taichu Hall.

Dongfang Xinglan, with her high ponytail tied up, smiled slightly. "Then I’ll get going first. If I find the time to become a true Martial God, see you on the front line."

Lu Jin’an took her hand. "You can still come even if you don’t reach it. I still need you to command the troops."

The Qiming Immortal Dynasty had joined the Immortal World too recently to form any real fighting force. Only Dongfang Xinglan could really bring out the strength they needed.

"Alright." Dongfang Xinglan spoke with a rather dashing air. "I’ll fight alongside you."

Lu Jin’an chuckled, then turned to look at Xiao Yinruo. "Aunt Ruo, I’ll trouble you to look after Xinglan."

The ethereal and cool Xiao Yinruo inclined her head lightly, the legs beneath her skirt twisting a bit unnaturally.

After Lu Yunzhu left, Lu Jin’an and Xiao Yinruo had cut loose and secretly done it several more times.

Right now the Empress beside Xiao Yinruo had no idea that this ethereal Qingmiao Palace Master at her side was currently struggling hard to endure.

Lest the red string around her ankle end up looking like it had just been through a bath.

A trace of amusement flashed in Lu Jin’an’s eyes. As he stepped forward to give Dongfang Xinglan a hug, he also raised his hand to quietly pat Xiao Yinruo.

Xiao Yinruo’s body went rigid. She hurriedly bit her red lips and shot this bastard scoundrel a reproachful glare.

"Alright, no time to waste, we should set off."

Xiao Yinruo quickly cut in, and at the same time inconspicuously shuffled a bit to the side so the little troublemaker couldn’t keep acting up.

Lu Jin’an pecked Dongfang Xinglan on her small mouth, then let her go. "Safe travels."

"I will."

Dongfang Xinglan looked toward Xiao Yinruo, and Xiao Yinruo turned her head away as she summoned the White Jade Palace, so Xinglan wouldn’t see her flushed face.

Watching the White Jade Palace disappear from sight, Lu Jin’an let out a light breath and turned back into the hall.

Even though it wasn’t early anymore, Nanzhi was still asleep in bed.

After all, last night with Master’s cooperation they’d gone through another round of ’Two Tigers’.

Senior Sister was in seclusion in the back mountain, preparing to become a true Sword Immortal; Master was still tending that Parasol Tree. As for that lusty vixen Qiu Qingtang...

Lu Jin’an’s steps halted as he entered Taichu Hall, his gaze landing on Qiu Qingtang painting under the shade of the tree.

Then he strode over. "Still not finished?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Heh, I’m just adding color, and putting in a few words while I’m at it."

"Words?"

Lu Jin’an bent down to lean closer, and his expression froze for a second. He saw that beside that soft and charming Master in Late Qingyi Palace that night, Qiu Qingtang was writing a...

"’Ho’?"

Lu Jin’an’s mouth twitched. "What are you scribbling there? Where is it ever like that?"

"Although Master Pei isn’t like this, art should always be a bit higher than reality." Qiu Qingtang spoke with full confidence. "Otherwise just looking at the painting, it wouldn’t stir nearly as much impulse, right?

Sect Master Lu, answer this slave honestly—doesn’t putting this character here feel more intense than leaving it blank?"

"..."

Lu Jin’an opened his mouth, but really couldn’t refute her.

After all, his mind and body’s reaction wouldn’t let him lie.

"See~" Qiu Qingtang said triumphantly. "If Master Pei is sometimes too busy to make time, Young Master Lu can rely on this..."

Before she finished, a hand suddenly appeared and snatched the painting from her. In the next second, it was burned to nothing at all.

"Who—" Qiu Qingtang was just about to snap, but when she turned and saw that it was Pei Wanyu herself in the flesh, her neck shrank back on its own.

The lusty fox, chest heaving a few times, chose fawning over anger or frustration: "Pei... Mrs. Lu, older sister, what brings you here?"

Cheeks flushed scarlet, Pei Wanyu glared at her: "Day in, day out, what乱画乱写 nonsense are you scribbling? Where are the rest of the drawings? Hand them all over!"

Qiu Qingtang snuck a glance at Lu Jin’an, obediently surrendered everything, but as she passed them into Pei Wanyu’s hand, she added, "Young Master Lu quite liked them."

Pei Wanyu shot a look at Lu Jin’an, who was staring at his nose, his nose at his heart, saying not a word, and snorted: "The real person is right next to you, and you still need paper drawings? Is Master’s charm actually inferior to Master’s paper cutout?"

"Of course not." Lu Jin’an hurried to explain: "It’s just that your disciple was moved by this different... mm, style and feeling."

"So basically... you’re leering, huh?" Pei Wanyu rolled her eyes at him. "Trying to use these drawings to raise that so‑called... threshold of yours?"

Lu Jin’an shook his head at once: "Burn them, burn them all. How could your disciple rely on these to raise his threshold?"

"That’s my good boy." Pei Wanyu pinched her good disciple’s cheeks with a smiling squint: "What would you need these for? You don’t have to look at them anymore; they’ll be stored with Master first."

Hearing that, Qiu Qingtang finally let out a breath of relief. As long as she didn’t tear them up.

She’d originally just wanted to use these drawings as a bit of spice, honestly nothing more.

Lu Jin’an chuckled once: "I’ll listen to you, Master."

Pei Wanyu snorted lightly and stretched her hand toward Qiu Qingtang again: "Give me everyone else’s drawings too."

"I haven’t finished coloring them yet," Qiu Qingtang said quickly.

"Then come with me to Huangyu Palace. If you don’t finish today, don’t even think about leaving!"

"Huh?"

"What, you got a problem with that?"

Qiu Qingtang shook her head like a rattle drum. Right now she wouldn’t dare rebel against ’Mrs. Lu’ at all.

"Oh, right, don’t even think about using Sorcery. You’re going to color them stroke by stroke, by hand."

"Huh?"

"Got a problem with that?"

Qiu Qingtang shook her head like a rattle drum again, and in the end, with a pure little face all fallen, she trailed dejectedly behind Pei Wanyu and left.

Watching this, Lu Jin’an couldn’t help but laugh, and after thinking for a moment, followed as well. Walking, he spoke to Qiu Qingtang: "According to intel gathered by Mo Yun Pavilion, your Grandma is currently imprisoned. You know that?"

"She’s not dead, right?" Qiu Qingtang turned to ask.

"No."

"Then that’s fine." Qiu Qingtang let out a breath: "I haven’t sat in the Fox Clan Leader’s seat yet."

"Heh..." Lu Jin’an let out a noncommittal laugh. "You’re this lazy about working toward becoming Emperor and you still want to be boss of the Fox Clan?"

"Doesn’t this slave have Young Master Lu?" Qiu Qingtang snorted softly. "How many Emperors in the common Dynasty are actually martial arts experts?"

"Then when the time comes, you’ll go to Qingqiu with me?"

"Sure, sure." Qiu Qingtang clapped her hands. "Perfect chance to give Young Master Lu a surprise too."

"A surprise? What surprise could you possibly have?"

"Se‑cret~" Qiu Qingtang’s face blossomed into a smile, and on her pure features, that foxy, seductive charm became even more pronounced, making Lu Jin’an blank out for a split second.

This lusty little fox will probably really out‑seduce Master in the future.

Lu Jin’an withdrew his gaze: "Then you need some self‑defense first. Let’s set a small goal: within a month, become Fox Emperor before we talk."

"This slave will think about it."

"You don’t have the right to refuse." Lu Jin’an smiled faintly. "Otherwise, hehe...

The cage behind Senior Sister’s back mountain is still short one fox hound."

"..."

Qiu Qingtang couldn’t help a shiver, rubbing her arms rapidly with both hands as though that were the only way to press down the goosebumps.

"This slave understands, truly scared of you, Sect Master Lu..."

"Mm, even rotten wood can be carved."

"You’re the rotten wood—this slave is very smart, okay..."

"We’ll see in a month."

Lu Jin’an stopped at the courtyard gate of Huangyu Palace and waved at her: "Go take your time coloring."

Qiu Qingtang glared at him: "Sooner or later I’ll make you pay for this."

"Get in here already." Pei Wanyu urged.

"Coming, coming." Qiu Qingtang hurriedly ran inside.

Lu Jin’an turned and looked in the direction of Qingqiu in the Demon World, fingertips lightly rubbing together.

Just waiting for Zhu Tianqi to move Dragon Soul Hall to the Qingqiu Qiu Clan Sacred Land.

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