214: A little bit of snow can't stop the road

Not long after.

Yan Wugou lay in the ruins, his flesh and blood a blurry mess, his breath weak, with only half a life left; in front of that white tiger, he was utterly defenseless.

What was strange was that when the white tiger attacked, the commotion was too great, alarming the powerhouses of Tianqi City, but after those powerhouses arrived, they merely hid in the shadows and did not intervene.

"Roar!"

The white tiger let out a roar, opened its large mouth, picked up the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, and left with its head held high and chest puffed out.

"This Sang Biao, there's more to him than meets the eye!"

Xie Weilou watched the white tiger leave, muttering to himself.

The fact that powerhouses arrived but did not intervene indicated that they knew the white tiger, and that the white tiger's status was far from simple.

When he had seen Sang Biao before, it was chained within the Imperial Palace; was its appearance this time related to the Emperor in the palace?

"It seems the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow won't be lost."

Xie Weilou smiled playfully; since this blade had fallen into his hands, someone naturally wouldn't want him to easily discard it, and it would eventually be returned to him.

Thinking of this, he transformed into an afterimage and vanished from the pavilion.

With those powerhouses already present, it would be unrealistic for him to continue attacking Yan Wugou.

— — — — — —

On the snow-covered street, Xie Weilou walked with his hands in his sleeves, his head bowed, as the cold wind blew and snow fell, dusting his hair with white.

There were many people coming and going on the street, but none of them were familiar to him; he seemed like a stranger, walking alone through a bustling world.

"Xie Weilou!"

At this moment, a clear, cold voice rang out, and Lin Qinghuang walked over, holding an oiled paper umbrella.

The paper umbrella was held over Xie Weilou's head, shielding him from the wind and snow, bringing a touch of warmth and a faint fragrance.

"......"

Xie Weilou looked at Lin Qinghuang.

Lin Qinghuang, in a green long dress, was as always, with a cool temperament, snow-white skin, clear and deep eyes, and black hair that swayed with the wind, exuding a faint fragrance.

A peerless beauty, of unparalleled grace and charm.

A smile appeared on Xie Weilou's face: "Lin Qinghuang, it's truly cold tonight. Could you warm This Young Master's hands? How about letting me touch your beautiful legs?"

Lin Qinghuang's voice was indifferent: "Is Young Master still cold? You probably got quite a workout tonight, didn't you!"

The commotion in Tianqi City tonight was considerable.

Xie Weilou publicly sold the blade at White Jade Capital, seemingly getting rid of a hot potato, but in reality, it was an excuse to beat someone up.

The blade was bought at White Jade Capital, instinctively making people think the buyer was Yan Ruyu, and he, Xie Weilou, then disguised himself as a demon to brutally attack Yan Ruyu, giving her a good beating.

In Tianqi City, the appearance of a demon instinctively made people think of Yan Wugou; subsequently, the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow appeared at Yan Wugou's manor, Yan Wugou's manor was turned into ruins, and the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow was taken away.

Since this blade had fallen into his, Xie Weilou's, hands, how could outsiders take it away? Even if he agreed, the Emperor in the Imperial Palace probably wouldn't.

Therefore, the blade would ultimately return to Xie Weilou's hands!

And he, Xie Weilou, earned a million taels of silver, gave Yan Ruyu a beating, Yan Wugou was also injured, and ultimately the blade still returned to his hands; it was a pure profit.

Such a small scheme, full of loopholes, yet why did it succeed? And why was he, Xie Weilou, able to remain uninvolved?

Based on one point: he only displayed a Xuanhuang Realm cultivation, and his disguise technique was flawless; outsiders could only detect a Xuanhuang Realm cultivation and couldn't see through his disguise, so who would believe that the true attacker was Xie Weilou?

"Clever Lin Qinghuang, but the subsequent attack wasn't by me."

Xie Weilou said with a smile.

Lin Qinghuang didn't pay too much attention to who attacked subsequently; she stared at Xie Weilou: "Have you investigated Yan Ruyu's trump card?"

Xie Weilou pondered: "A blood-colored coffin, it's very unusual. I haven't clearly investigated any further information."

"A blood-colored coffin? Since it's unknown, you should be even more cautious. Yan Ruyu is not simple; she cultivated under Song Shenfeng and is also a disciple of the Haoran Branch. Her trump cards are impressive. Small skirmishes in Tianqi City are fine, but a true life-and-death struggle would be meaningless."

Lin Qinghuang said calmly.

This is the Emperor's capital, an area where Dragon Transformation Realm and Divine Court Realm powerhouses are stationed. Simple brawls, as long as no major problems arise, will not be overly concerned by those above.

After all, Tianqi City is not small, and some fighting and killing in certain areas are extremely normal. As long as they can be resolved quickly, they won't attract attention, but if the commotion is too great and attracts the attention of those powerhouses, then it will be very troublesome.

"Mm!"

Xie Weilou nodded slightly.

Since Yan Ruyu had such a trump card, then Yan Junlin and others would also have impressive trump cards; none of these princes and princesses were simple.

Lin Qinghuang waved her hand, and three jade bottles appeared before her: "Two bottles of Xuan Huang Pill, one bottle of spiritual liquid. These are a small amount of resources Tianquan Division is giving you."

"......"

Xie Weilou smiled and put them away.

These things, for him at this moment, held little significance, but they could be left for the bronze egg to consume.

Lin Qinghuang handed the oiled paper umbrella to Xie Weilou: "Go back early."

Xie Weilou did not take the umbrella, smiling faintly: "A bit of wind and snow won't block my path."

After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

"......"

Lin Qinghuang looked at Xie Weilou's back, a faint smile appearing on her cold face, then walked in another direction.

— — — — — —

Zhenxi Marquis Manor.

Xie Cangxuan sat in the courtyard, his face shifting between light and shadow.

"Oh! Second Uncle is waiting for me? The wind and snow are heavy tonight, aren't you afraid your old bones won't hold up?"

Xie Weilou walked over with a smile.

Crack!

Xie Cangxuan instantly stared at Xie Weilou, his fists clenched, bones cracking, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

This little beast had, after all, embarked on the path of cultivation, which made him feel very troubled and also sensed a huge threat.

With the Phoenix Blood and the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, the threat from this little beast was growing, and behind all these matters, there was the shadow of the Emperor.

The Xia Emperor seemed to intend to support Xie Weilou, and he, the temporary Marquis Zhenxi, would probably become a stepping stone soon.

"No! This little beast must die."

Xie Cangxuan muttered to himself, if he didn't kill this little beast, there would undoubtedly be endless troubles.

Xie Weilou was beaming: "Second Uncle, such strong killing intent? Did you swallow a knife?"

Xie Cangxuan did not hide his thoughts, saying in a chilling tone: "Your ability to embark on the path of cultivation greatly surprises me, so I wish I could slice you into a thousand pieces."

Xie Weilou smiled and said: "Your tone surprises me more than your strength, but my suggestion is that you prepare a coffin for yourself in advance. Perhaps then I can arrange a grand funeral for you, and take the opportunity to connect with the high-ranking officials and nobles of Tianqi City."

"Don't worry, I will prepare a coffin, for you!"

Xie Cangxuan's eyes held immense killing intent.

"Alright then! Second Uncle, prepare it in advance. It doesn't matter if the coffin is small; when you die, I'll just cremate your body. A little bit of ashes, a small coffin will certainly be fine."

Xie Weilou smiled as he walked towards his pavilion.

After a few steps.

He stopped again and said: "Second Uncle, the weather's getting cold, go west early! No, I mean, rest early, close your eyes early, hahaha!"

After speaking, he walked forward.

"You... little beast..."

Xie Cangxuan took a deep breath, the frustration in his heart difficult to suppress, almost making him vomit blood. The little beast's words were truly like knives, making people very uncomfortable.