170: Hunting

Just as Zhao Rong was feeling anxious for the immortal second-generation master and servant, Yun Qingyao, on the other hand, felt her life become increasingly bizarre.

Inside the room, Yun Qingyao huddled in a relatively safe “corner.” There was nothing she could do; bad luck made it impossible for her to move an inch.

She didn't even dare to cultivate.

Because under the influence of bad luck, even cultivation could go wrong, leading to incorrect Qi circulation routes, meridian blockages, and hidden dangers.

However, it wasn't all bad.

Yun Qingyao thought, at the very least, her hair wasn't falling out severely.

Thinking of this, Yun Qingyao found a tiny bit of solace in her heart.

Hearing the commotion from outside, Yun Qingyao asked, “Mr. Yan, why is it so noisy outside?”

Gu Yanqing, who was far away from Yun Qingyao, scanned the area with his Divine Sense.

“Someone outside the room is looking for something, but don't mind them. In your current state, it's not suitable for you to go out and deal with these matters.”

“But…”

“But what?”

Gu Yanqing looked up at Yun Qingyao. “Do you believe that the moment you step outside, those with a higher Realm are people you can't afford to provoke, and those with a lower Realm have powerful backgrounds?

Even if you think a sweeping Disciple, if you kick him, he might be a hidden master?

Bad luck is illogical.”

Yun Qingyao felt stifled and wanted to retort, but in the end, she could only take a deep breath and continue to close her eyes, waiting for the witchcraft's effect to pass.

She refused to believe that Jiang Ning could continuously possess her “items”!

Because Yun Qingyao's courtyard kept collapsing for no apparent reason, the Tiance Military Prefecture's affairs office, responsible for building courtyards, simply decided not to build one for Yun Qingyao for the time being.

They would only set up a simple room to provide some privacy, and as for the courtyard, they would wait until Yun Qingyao was no longer unlucky.

Yun Qingyao's situation had terrified the affairs office, almost causing them to be reprimanded by the Marshal, as they had thought they were building shoddy construction.

Outside the room, Disciples silently circled the building.

Yun Qingyao's identity was special, and they usually had no connection to her, so they couldn't obtain her blood essence or anything similar.

However, it was rumored that this former Young Sect Master of the Bixiao Sect, now a Young General, suffered from severe hair loss.

Hair loss was good!

Hair loss was a welfare benefit for everyone!

Several Tiance Military Prefecture Disciples used their Divine Sense to scan around the room, hoping to find Yun Qingyao's broken hair.

One hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones!

As they searched, two Disciples suddenly bumped into each other.

“Ouch!”

“Eh?”

The two looked at each other.

They both understood the other's intention from their eyes.

They chuckled awkwardly.

“One hundred?”

“Yes, yes, one hundred.”

“Hahahahaha.”

They smiled at each other and continued searching.

Such a tempting task wouldn't be available if they acted too late.

Tiance Military Prefecture Disciples sometimes took on tasks from Linghuang Pavilion to hone themselves, primarily combat missions.

But for low-risk, low-investment, high-reward tasks like this, everyone was happy to accept them.

“Heh heh… no ambition.”

A man watching these Disciples from a distance sneered.

He wore a white robe, his hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, his handsome face appeared cold, and his graceful posture, with his hands behind his back, exuded an otherworldly aura.

His name was Li Yunsong.

He was a soldier under a Commander of the Xuan Hu Battalion of the Tiance Military Prefecture.

The Tiance Military Prefecture's Rank system was roughly divided into: Marshal, Vice Marshal, Commander, Young General, Soldier, Reserve, and Servant.

A Reserve was essentially equivalent to an Outer Sect Disciple in other Sects, while a Soldier was an Inner Sect Disciple.

However, according to cultivation, Soldiers were also divided into Centurions, Squad Leaders, and so on… Li Yunsong was a Centurion.

A Centurion in the Tiance Military Prefecture was merely a Rank title and did not actually command one hundred Disciples.

It sounded good, but compared to a Young General, who was like a “Personal Disciple,” it was still far from it.

Li Yunsong thought.

If he were given enough resources, let alone Young General, with enough time, he would even become a Commander!

Unfortunately, there were too many Centurions, and the Sect's resources were limited, preventing him from obtaining the resources needed for a rapid Breakthrough in cultivation.

Just as Li Yunsong was troubled by this, Linghuang Pavilion released a task that made him unable to resist.

His goal was clear: to win over Yun Qingyao and turn her into his ATM.

Taking a deep breath, Li Yunsong began to mentally prepare himself.

Although Junior Sister Yun Qingyao was losing hair, her figure and appearance were still quite good.

Letting Junior Sister Yun Qingyao take a little advantage wouldn't be too much of a loss for him.

Besides, he could treat this as a task to temper his state of mind!

“Let's go.”

Li Yunsong reverted to his aloof demeanor.

Nowadays, young girls liked aloof and domineering men.

Yun Qingyao would surely be unable to resist his pursuit.

Li Yunsong adjusted his state.

As soon as he arrived in front of Yun Qingyao's room, he sternly reprimanded those who were searching for Yun Qingyao's hair.

“What are you doing? Sneaking around someone else's room. Even if Qing Yao weren't a Young General, she is still a fellow Disciple. There's no reason for such behavior, is there?”

“I know what your intentions are. I advise you to dispel them as soon as possible, otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!”

Li Yunsong spoke with conviction.

The Disciples who were “treasure hunting” looked at each other and sighed.

There was nothing they could do; the strongest among them was only at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, but Li Yunsong was at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment!

Furthermore, they were just ordinary Disciples, while Li Yunsong was a Centurion.

Helpless, the Disciples could only swallow their anger, cup their fists, and bid farewell.

After they left, Li Yunsong straightened his clothes.

He maintained his most “handsome and captivating” state.

He knocked on the door.

“Is Junior Sister Qingyao there?”

Yun Qingyao, inside the room, naturally heard the commotion outside.

She felt a little touched in her heart.

This “fellow Disciple” had a good heart.

And he was helpful, chasing away those Disciples for her.

With those Disciples present, even if she just sat there, she would feel a bit uncomfortable.

At this moment, Li Yunsong knocked on the door.

Yun Qingyao smiled.

She got up, stumbled, and then opened the door.

Li Yunsong looked at the empty room.

“Junior Sister Qingyao?”

“Look down.”

Li Yunsong heard this, lowered his head, and saw Yun Qingyao sprawled on the ground.

Li Yunsong: … Looking at the disheveled Yun Qingyao, Li Yunsong thought, perhaps he should just turn around and leave.

But… this was at least one hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones!

Li Yunsong endured.

He pretended to be concerned, squatted down, and tried to help Yun Qingyao up.

“Junior Sister Qingyao, what happened? Why are you on the ground?! Get up quickly.”

“Okay.”

Yun Qingyao gave a wry smile.

This Senior Brother was so kind; he wouldn't mock her.

If all fellow Disciples were like this, it would be wonderful.

The next second, a “crack” sound of a dislocated bone was heard.

Yun Qingyao's arm instantly lost all strength and became painful.

Li Yunsong: “Junior Sister, you should also exert some force with your hand.”

Yun Qingyao: “Senior Brother, I think you dislocated my arm.”

Li Yunsong: ????