652: The immortal saint, with a graceful figure

Inside Xuan Cang City.

Xie Weilou was frantically fleeing, mixed in with the crowd.

The Longevity Saintess, her eyes icy, pursued him from behind. She didn't immediately attack, as there were many people in the City and she feared accidental injury.

At this moment, her heart was filled with intense murderous intent. Once she apprehended this lecher, she would surely grind his bones to dust.

Seeing the Longevity Saintess hot on his heels, Xie Weilou shouted loudly, "Everyone, come and see! The Longevity Saintess, driven by love turned to hate, is chasing a man relentlessly!"

"What? The Longevity Saintess, charging for love, is actually eloping with a man?"

"Shocking! The Longevity Saintess, rejected in love, became enraged and wants to kill her beloved?"

"Astounding! The Longevity Saintess is pestering a respectable married man, relentlessly pursuing him. Is this the decay of morality or the distortion of human nature? Tune in today for our discussion: The Longevity Saintess's Unspeakable Secret."

Xie Weilou's loud cries instantly dumbfounded the surrounding onlookers, who all stood up to watch the show.

The Longevity Saintess's expression froze, her chest heaving. She gritted her teeth, glaring at Xie Weilou: "Lecher, I will never rest until you are dead!"

Xie Weilou continued to shout as he fled, "The world is in decline! The Longevity Saintess, rejected in love, actually wants to drag her beloved to death with her! Everyone, come and see!"

"You..."

The Longevity Saintess clenched her fists, transforming into an afterimage, and immediately gave chase.

Not far away.

On top of a pavilion, a middle-aged man with a full beard was drinking wine. He took out a white storage bag and retrieved a sarira bead from it.

He was a thief, known as the Eastern Desolate Thief King. In this world, there was nothing he couldn't steal.

Just before, he had stolen a monk's storage bag and even stuffed a woman's sachet onto the monk.

That monk was no pushover. After discovering his belongings missing, he immediately rushed out, transformed his face into someone else's, and stole the Longevity Saintess's storage ring.

"He's just an unlucky fellow taking the blame for that monk."

The Thief King glanced at Xie Weilou with a playful expression.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, a strange glint appeared in his eyes. The storage ring on that kid's finger, why did it look so familiar? As if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Bring it here, let me see."

The Thief King slowly extended his hand, and a mysterious power permeated the air, causing the surrounding space to constantly distort.

Boom!

Just then, a hand pressed on his shoulder. A Mysterious Person, dressed in a black robe and wearing a ghost-faced mask, appeared beside him.

The Thief King's pupils constricted. He instinctively struggled but couldn't break free. He immediately asked, "Who are you, fellow Daoist?"

The Mysterious Person said indifferently, "People of the Eastern Desolate are accustomed to calling me Black Impermanence."

"Black Impermanence? Fan Wujiu of the Reincarnation Sect!"

The Thief King's gaze sharpened. Why would this person appear here?

Fan Wujiu slowly lowered his hand. He said blandly, "Don't have any ideas about that young man, otherwise, this Lord doesn't mind leaving you without a burial ground."

After speaking, his figure vanished, as if he had never been there.

Cold sweat appeared on the Thief King's forehead. He wiped away the sweat, a look of apprehension in his eyes: "I remember now, the storage ring on that young man's finger seems to be an item of the Reincarnation Sect..."

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Under the pursuit of the Longevity Saintess, Xie Weilou rushed out of Xuan Cang City.

Boom!

The moment he exited the City, a black guqin descended from the sky, striking towards him.

Xie Weilou immediately dodged. The guqin struck the ground, and a recoil force instantly pushed him back.

A man dressed in an elegant white robe, with snow-white skin and a handsome, immortal-like appearance, flew down. He stepped onto the guqin, looking at Xie Weilou with a calm expression: "Where did this little thief come from?"

With that, he kicked out, and the guqin transformed into a streak of light, striking towards Xie Weilou.

"..."

Xie Weilou struck the guqin with his palm.

As his palm print hit the guqin, it vibrated, erupting with an even more terrifying power. He was directly pushed back by the guqin.

The white-robed man took a step, an afterimage appeared, and he instantly appeared behind Xie Weilou, launching a palm strike.

Rumble!

Xie Weilou's body took the palm strike, but there was no scattering blood as imagined. Instead, it transformed into a wisp of smoke, quickly dissipating.

"A clone?"

The white-robed man raised an eyebrow. This was just a clone, yet he hadn't detected it immediately, which was very strange.

The Longevity Saintess was also stunned for a second. Was she only chasing a clone?

Before this, she hadn't noticed anything amiss. What kind of clone was this, that it could evade her detection?

Since the one before her was only a dharma body, then his true self must still be in the City.

The white-robed man looked at the Longevity Saintess and asked softly, "Holy Maiden, are you alright?"

The Longevity Saintess shook her head, "Thank you for your concern, Holy Son. I am fine."

This white-robed man was none other than the Holy Son of the Longevity Holy Land... Meanwhile.

In the City, Red Dust Pavilion.

Xie Weilou was sitting on a soft beast-skin long chair, holding fine wine in his hand, savoring it leisurely. His folding fan waved, and the words "Spring and Autumn" were very striking.

Beside him were three tender young women, massaging his shoulders and legs.

Being chased, under immense pressure, finding a place to calm down and relax was perfectly reasonable, right!

"Three ladies, among you in Red Dust Pavilion, who is the most beautiful?"

Xie Weilou asked with a smile.

"Naturally, it's Sister Hongyu!"

One of the women said seriously.

"Oh? Is she as beautiful as the Longevity Saintess?"

Xie Weilou continued to ask.

The woman paused for a second, then shook her head, "This servant has never seen the Longevity Saintess, so I don't know how to compare. But in this servant's eyes, Sister Hongyu is the most beautiful."

Xie Weilou put down his wine glass and took out an exquisite white jade ring from his sleeve: "The Longevity Saintess, with her graceful figure, snow-white skin, and ample bosom, is excellent for childbearing..."

Some of the surrounding guests immediately perked up their ears, wanting to hear some gossip.

The Longevity Saintess was mysterious and unfathomable, with countless admirers, yet no one had ever seen her true face.

"Brother, have you perhaps seen the Longevity Saintess?"

Just then, a young man opposite him, dressed in brocade robes and holding a folding fan, looked at Xie Weilou.

His gaze fell on the white jade ring in Xie Weilou's hand, his expression somewhat peculiar.

Indeed, this storage ring really belonged to the Longevity Saintess!

Xie Weilou smiled faintly, "More than just seen her?"

The young man immediately became interested. He cupped his fists and said, "I am Fu Aniu. May I ask, brother, if you could elaborate?"

Xie Weilou toyed with the storage ring, saying with a complex expression, "The Longevity Saintess and I were childhood sweethearts, innocent playmates. We even had our wedding night. Unfortunately, on the second day of our marriage, she awakened a special physique and was eventually taken away by the Longevity Holy Land. As for me, I traveled north and south, earning a small fortune. This time, by chance, I met her in Xuan Cang City..."

As he spoke, his face was filled with sadness: "She is a heartless woman. Now that she has become the high and mighty Holy Maiden, she thinks I am not worthy of her and dismissed me with a storage ring. Has she forgotten the vows we made back then? Has she forgotten our intimate whispers on our wedding night?"