313: Chapter 314 shows that I gave the other party a chance!

Yet...

She suddenly felt restless.

When she left that token behind, her original intention was that if he encountered danger, he could activate the token to call for help, and she would step in to save him.

But now, he had not activated the token, but instead brought the token directly to the Qingyun Sect...

What did this mean?

Was he coming to fulfill her "promise"?

Or... did he just want to see her?

Meng Qingcheng sat before her vanity, looking at her peach-blossom-like face in the bronze mirror, and was unexpectedly overcome with a moment of shyness.

She recalled those few days of absurdity, remembered the madness of that man upon her...

Her cheeks could not help but turn slightly red.

"What am I thinking about!"

She inwardly chided herself, quickly composing her mind, not daring to think any further.

But the more she forced herself not to think about it, the clearer those images became.

She bit her lip in annoyance, picked up a comb, and absentmindedly combed through her long, black hair.

Her long hair was like a waterfall, smooth and silky, shimmering with a faint luster under the candlelight.

She gathered her long hair up, secured it with a jade hairpin, and took out an exquisite hair ornament, inserting it aslant into her bun.

The hair ornament hung with delicate gold chains, each ending in a crystalline pearl that swayed gently with her movements, emitting a crisp sound.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Her brows and eyes were like a painting, her face like peach blossoms, her lips naturally crimson without needing rouge, and her skin as fair as jade.

A plain white inner bodice accentuated her pure and refined appearance.

Over it, she wore a colorful dress embroidered with cloud patterns, adding a touch of grace and nobility.

"Is this attire... perhaps too deliberate?"

She suddenly felt a bit uncertain.

If he were merely coming to seek help, wouldn't her dressing up so grandly make her seem overly sentimental?

But if he were coming to...

Meng Qingcheng bit her lip, ultimately deciding not to change her clothes.

Let it be.

She stood up, lifted her skirt, and walked toward the door with lotus-like steps.

After a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

"Where am I going?"

She paused, then gave a wry smile.

She only knew that the jade pendant had lit up, but she did not know the specific location of that little Cultivator within the Qingyun Sect.

She couldn't just wander around aimlessly.

A cold snort escaped Meng Qingcheng's exquisite nose.

"Why should I care where he is! It is I who gave him an opportunity, not the other way around! He should be the one coming to find me. If he can't even find me, what qualifications does he have to be my man!"

She muttered to herself, her tone carrying a hint of arrogance and petulance.

Immediately after, her steps fragrant with every stride, she moved with lotus-like grace while Spiritual Qi surged around her, transforming into a streak of light that sped toward the Law Enforcement Hall!

Qingyun Sect, Law Enforcement Hall.

This massive structure standing on the west side of the Sect was built entirely of black boulders, solemn and dignified, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

On the towering lintel hung a huge plaque inscribed with the three large characters "Law Enforcement Hall."

The brushstrokes were sharp, with Sword Qi faintly circulating within them; it had been inscribed by a certain Nascent Soul Old Ancestor of the Sect.

Meng Qingcheng's figure landed in front of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Her sleeves fluttered, and her colorful dress shimmered in the sunlight, making her appear even more graceful and noble.

"Peak Master!"

"Hall Master!"

A few guarding Disciples saw her and quickly bowed in respect.

Meng Qingcheng nodded slightly and stepped into the hall.

As the Peak Master of Xuezhu Peak, she also held the position of Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall.

These days, the matter of the Demonic Path infiltrating the Zhao State and causing chaos everywhere had kept her busy and overwhelmed.

No, it should be said that the entire upper echelon of the Qingyun Sect was having a headache over this matter.

Since that great battle, although True Monarch Xuanjian of the Qingshui Sword Sect had repelled two Nascent Soul demonic Cultivators, there were still many remaining fish that had slipped through the net into the Zhao State.

Those demonic Cultivators fled in all directions; some hid in deep mountains and old forests, some mixed into Mortal towns, and even more audaciously, some dared to infiltrate the territories of various Sects, attempting to gather intelligence and incite Families to rebel.

In recent days, the Law Enforcement Hall alone had received over a hundred reports.

Meng Qingcheng spent her days either handling cases or interrogating demonic Cultivators, so busy that she didn't even have time to Cultivate.

She passed through the front hall and arrived at the interrogation area in the back.

"Hall Master."

A cold-faced Middle-aged Cultivator wearing a black robe came up to greet her and bowed.

This person was the Deputy Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall, surnamed Zhou, given name Xuan, with Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivation.

He was capable and efficient, serving as Meng Qingcheng's right-hand man.

"Any progress today?" Meng Qingcheng asked.

Zhou Xuan nodded and handed over a jade slip: "Today, we interrogated three more Demonic Path secret agents lurking within the Sect's territory and have already sent people to capture them.

Additionally, from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Yama Sect, we pried out half of the "Yama Soul Refining Technique."

Although incomplete, it is of great value."

Meng Qingcheng took the jade slip, scanned it with her Divine Sense, and nodded slightly.

"Continue the interrogation. Do not let a single one of those demonic Cultivators go."

"Understood!"

According to the regulations of the Qingyun Sect, captured demonic Cultivators must first be sent to the Law Enforcement Hall for interrogation to force out the Cultivation Techniques they had learned, the secrets they knew, as well as the spoils of war such as Magic Treasures and Medicinal Pills they carried.

After being squeezed of their last bit of value, these demonic Cultivators would be sent to serve as forced labor—mining, planting Spiritual Plants, or constructing buildings—until their final ounce of value was exhausted, at which point they would be executed.

This approach, while somewhat cruel, was the norm in the Cultivation World.

After all, resources were limited, and every prisoner was a form of wealth.

Recording Hall.

This building was located on the east side of the Sect; although its scale was not as grand as the Law Enforcement Hall, it was still solemn and imposing.

The Recording Hall was primarily responsible for handling offerings, registrations, verifications, and other affairs for the various Families and forces under the Sect's jurisdiction; it could be said to be the hub connecting the Qingyun Sect with the outside world.

Every day, a large number of jade slips and documents flowed in and out of here, recording the various affairs, big and small, that occurred within the Sect's territory.

At this moment, inside the main hall of the Recording Hall, a Middle-aged Cultivator sat upright in a chair, holding a jade slip in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

This person was named Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande, an Elder of the Recording Hall with False Core cultivation.

He had a square face and a three-stranded long beard, looking quite like a sage with an immortal aura.

However, his eyes flashed with a gloomy glint from time to time.

Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande had not been in a good mood lately.

Because his great-great-grandson, Meng Zilang, had died not long ago.

Upon learning the news of his great-great-grandson's death, Outer Sect Elder Meng Tiande was devastated and wanted to go avenge him on the spot.

But when he investigated and clarified the suspect, he fell into deep trepidation.

The one who killed Meng Zilang was none other than the True Disciple of the Lingxiao Sect—Xia Qingyue!

She was the proud daughter of heaven of the Lingxiao Sect, possessing a Grade Four Ice Spiritual Root and a Taiyin Spiritual Body, and was viewed by the Lingxiao Sect as the successor for the next generation of Sect Head!

Let alone an Elder of the Recording Hall at the False Core Stage like him, even those at the Core Formation Stage would not dare to easily provoke Xia Qingyue!