333: interrogation

Inside the wing room of Guiyan Inn, the candlelight flickered.

Leng Yimei snapped her eyes open, and the fragmented memories in her mind flooded back like a tide. She instantly remembered that she had been knocked unconscious by that Man in White Robes, and even more infuriatingly, he had stolen a piece of her candied fruit; this debt was definitely not settled!

Anger flared in the young girl's heart, and she abruptly sat up from the bed, her eyes anxiously searching her lapels and waist, her small hands moving quickly.

"Stop looking!"

A calm voice came from beside the table. Chen Xuan's fingertips tapped lightly on the tabletop in a leisurely rhythm, and on the table before him, a storage ring shimmering with spiritual light lay quietly.

"The thing you want is here."

Yun Xuanxuan, sitting nearby, watched in a daze, feeling that this little girl's train of thought was truly peculiar.

She was already a prisoner, yet the first thing she worried about after waking up wasn't her own safety, but rather that storage ring filled with snacks and delicacies; it was the first time she had seen someone value food so highly.

Moreover, she had also looked through that storage ring; most of the food inside was ordinary food of the common people from the foot of the mountain, not so-called spiritual fruits or immortal brews.

Hearing this, Leng Yimei immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed, hurrying over to try and snatch back her storage ring. But after just two steps, she was blocked by an invisible ripple of Spiritual Qi. Where her fingertips touched, she felt a gentle yet firm force isolating her, and no matter how much strength she used, she could not cross it by half a step.

The spiritual power within her body had long been sealed, her Dantian was empty, and she could not mobilize even a single shred of spiritual power.

"Quickly return my storage ring to me."

Leng Yimei's brows shot up, and her watery eyes stared straight at the white-robed figure by the table.

Chen Xuan didn't mind, and as if no one else were there, he picked up the teapot and filled the teacup before him. He took a shallow sip, and the fragrance of tea overflowed. He looked up at the fuming girl and said slowly:

"If you want your storage ring back, it's not impossible. Answer a few questions first."

Leng Yimei pursed her lips tightly, staring at him warily, but she didn't act impulsively again.

Chen Xuan didn't care about her attitude; his fingertips continued to tap the table as he asked unhurriedly:

"Who is your Revered Master? What is the name of the Sect you belong to?"

"Don't waste your breath!"

Leng Yimei blurted out without a second thought, her tone firm. "I will never betray my Sect and Revered Master! I advise you to release me obediently. With you being a mere Integration Realm Cultivator, you're simply not enough — my Revered Master doesn't even need to act personally; just one of my Senior Brothers or Senior Sisters coming here would be enough to easily deal with you!"

"Oh?"

Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying that just because you have a backer, I don't?"

He put down the teacup and chuckled: "To tell you the truth, my Senior Brother is a genuine Mahayana Stage powerhouse. My Senior Sister also went into seclusion to Breakthrough recently and has now reached the ninth level of the Integration Realm. Little girl, you'd better think carefully; opposing my Bamboo Mountain Sword Sect is not a wise move."

Bamboo Mountain Sword Sect?

Yun Xuanxuan was slightly stunned upon hearing this, but she quickly realized that her Revered Master was just blustering to trick the other party into revealing their background!

She chuckled inwardly, not expecting that such a high and mighty figure who was ethereal and full of Immortal Qi would be so natural and smooth when playing such small tricks. His tone and demeanor were handled perfectly, and even she, his Personal Disciple, almost believed it to be true, unable to see any flaws.

If Yun Xuanxuan knew Chen Xuan's way of survival back then, she probably wouldn't be so surprised.

Back then in the Central Region of the Lesser Exquisite Grotto-Heaven, the System had not yet been activated. He had struggled for two and a half years, and his survival was entirely dependent on his consummate skill in blustering.

After all, when transmigrating abroad, one's identity is whatever one gives oneself. If you don't boast loudly, how can you control the situation?

Especially when he first transmigrated, Chen Xuan had even claimed to be a Mahayana Stage powerhouse, fooling two young men so completely that they were deceived for a full month. Only later did he find out that those Cultivators in the Eastern Region had never even heard of Realms above the Nascent Soul; his acting skills were simply wasted on them.

Leng Yimei gave a light snort, her face full of disdain: "I have Mahayana Stage Senior Brothers too! Moreover, if my Revered Master really were to act, never mind the Mahayana Stage or Integration Realm, he could kill them all in the flick of a finger!"

Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, his finger paused slightly, and he already had a rough judgment in his heart.

To be able to kill a Mahayana Stage Cultivator with a flick of a finger, such strength, in the entire Nine Provinces Continent, only those ten Heavenly Venerables can achieve it. From this perspective, the Revered Master this little girl speaks of is indeed one of the Heavenly Venerables!

However, there are ten Heavenly Venerables in total in the Nine Provinces Continent, each leading different forces, and it was still unknown which side this Leng Yimei belonged to.

It seems he must act even more cautiously from now on. A power at the level of a Heavenly Venerable is not something he can provoke now. Even if he has an instant kill card in his hand, he must use it carefully.

Chen Xuan suppressed his thoughts and sneered: "A mere defeated opponent talks quite big. According to what you say, could it be that you are the Personal Disciple of some Heavenly Venerable?"

"My Revered Master is originally..."

Leng Yimei blurted out subconsciously, but halfway through, she suddenly realized something was wrong. Her pupils constricted slightly, and she hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth tightly.

"Why did you stop? You wouldn't be trying to bluster by falsely claiming to be from a Heavenly Venerable's power, would you?"

Chen Xuan's tone was casual: "I advise you not to do that. If you truly offend those few Heavenly Venerables, it might lead to the destruction of your Sect. If your Revered Master really can compete with those Heavenly Venerables, I will immediately offer the Chaos Void Jade with both hands and never dare to touch it in the slightest."

Leng Yimei glared at him fiercely and let go of her hand, her cheeks puffing out like a grumpy little hamster:

"Don't waste your time! No matter what you say, I won't reveal a single word of the Sect's secrets!"

"Oh?"

Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows. Seeing that this little girl was impervious to persuasion, he wasn't angry but instead sighed lightly, his gaze falling on the storage ring on the table.

"Fine, you seem to have an unyielding character. After saying so much, I can't get even a bit of useful information."

As he spoke, Chen Xuan flicked his finger, and the storage ring automatically flew into his hand.

Seeing this, Leng Yimei immediately grew anxious: "What are you doing? Quickly return my storage ring to me!"

Chen Xuan ignored her shouting. With a wave of his hand, rows of exquisitely packaged delicacies continuously flew out of the storage ring and were neatly arranged on the table.

Crystal-clear Crystal Cakes, peach blossom pastries as delicate as carved jade, fragrant Osmanthus Candy, and various candied and preserved fruits were a feast for the eyes.

Leng Yimei's gaze was instantly and firmly attracted by the delicacies on the table, her watery eyes staring wide and round. She subconsciously swallowed her saliva, but quickly reacted, her small face tensing up, while a strong premonition of trouble rose in her heart.

Chen Xuan picked up a piece of pink and white Peach Blossom Cake and sniffed it lightly at the tip of his nose: "There are quite a few treasures in this storage ring of yours; they are all top-quality pastries and candied fruits."

"Miss, you wouldn't want these delicacies to fall into someone else's mouth, would you?"

Chen Xuan uttered that classic line of threat!