Qin Yi nodded slightly.

Jing Wuyan was overjoyed, "Brother Qin, thank you!"

"Don't be so sentimental. You might as well give me more money."

Jing Wuyan: "..."

Qin Yi walked to the window and looked at the situation outside.

Mo Xiao had already been surrounded by people from the Sword Sect, but he showed no fear.

Mo Xiao's cultivation was very strong, at the Great Perfection of Divine Separation, a whole realm higher than Jing Wuyan. Such a powerful person was actually willing to die for Jing Wuyan. He looked back at Jing Wuyan, wondering what kind of charm he had for Mo Xiao to do this?

The people from the Sword Sect were very strong, a total of thirteen people, each with a cultivation similar to Mo Xiao's.

Outside, a strong person from the Sword Sect looked at Mo Xiao and said with a smile, "Mo Xiao, nice to meet you. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Yu Huan from the Sword Sect."

Mo Xiao's eyes were sinister, his face cold, and he remained silent.

Yu Huan stood proudly on his Flying Sword, his head held high, "Mo Xiao, where is your master?"

Mo Xiao finally spoke, "You will never know the whereabouts of the young master, and you will surely die at his hands someday."

Yu Huan sneered, "You really are a loyal dog."

"So what if I'm a dog? I'm better than you hypocrites who preach morality while secretly living like bandits and whores."

Yu Huan's eyes turned fierce, "You Youming Hall monsters dare to boast shamelessly here, calling my Sword Sect hypocrites. Who in this world doesn't know that your Youming Hall is cruel, cold-blooded, bloodthirsty, a group of demons and beasts? My Sword Sect represents justice and naturally stands against you."

Mo Xiao said calmly, "Justice lies in people's hearts. Does your Sword Sect think branding itself as righteous can blind everyone?"

In the room, Qin Yi and Yun Mengyao looked at Jing Wuyan at the same time.

Jing Wuyan's face changed endlessly, and he lowered his head in guilt, saying:

"Sorry, I lied to you. I'm from Youming Hall. Brother Qin, but my Youming Hall is not like what they say…"

"You come from the Northern Central State?" Qin Yi's voice had a hint of excitement.

"Uh…" Jing Wuyan looked at Qin Yi in confusion.

Qin Yi said excitedly, "You're from the Northern Central State, which means you didn't lie to me. You really can pass through Purgatory Trace from Sin City."

Jing Wuyan was dumbfounded, completely at a loss.

After a long while, he cautiously opened his mouth, "Brother Qin, don't you blame me for hiding my identity from you? I didn't intentionally hide it; I was afraid you wouldn't help me if you knew who I was."

Qin Yi hesitated for a moment, "You're from Youming Hall, and that has something to do with me helping you?"

Jing Wuyan seemed perplexed, "After all, Youming Hall's reputation is not good. When people hear about Youming Hall, they either despise or stay away from it. No one wants to deal with the notorious Youming Hall, let alone help me."

"Oh, it shows your Youming Hall has poor public relations skills."

Jing Wuyan was even more puzzled. What is public relations? And... what does 'oh' mean?

"Brother Qin, do you really not mind that I'm from Youming Hall?"

"Why should I mind?" Qin Yi had a puzzled expression on his face, "I'm just passing by, paid to remove your troubles. Once the job is done, I take the money and leave. What does your identity have to do with me?"

"I..." Jing Wuyan smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Qin, I was just being too cautious."

Qin Yi asked curiously, "Then, who exactly are you?"

Jing Wuyan scratched his head and quietly said, "Actually, my father is Jing Wangyou."

Qin Yi was about to ask who Jing Wangyou was when Yun Mengyao's eyes widened and exclaimed, "Your father is the Master of Youming Hall?"

Jing Wuyan nodded, "I'm his youngest son."

Qin Yi was shocked, surprised that Jing Wuyan was the son of the Youming Hall Master—this identity was remarkable.

"What a loss, such a loss, a huge loss." Qin Yi said 'loss' three times, clearly regretting it.

Jing Wuyan tensed up, "Brother Qin, I didn't mean to hide it."

"I'm not talking about that. If I had known your identity was so impressive, I should have asked for more money. It's such a loss."

Jing Wuyan: "..."

He gritted his teeth, "Brother Qin, it's all my fault. I'm willing to increase the price, adding another five thousand mid-grade Earth Spirit Stones."

Qin Yi was stunned.

Jing Wuyan thought Qin Yi was dissatisfied and smiled bitterly, "Brother Qin, though I'm the son of the Youming Hall Master, the resources I can control are limited."

Qin Yi came to his senses and looked at Jing Wuyan, "You're really a super rich second-generation, wealthy beyond imagining, extravagantly ruthless. Alright, we initially agreed on five thousand Spirit Stones, and now you're adding to make it seem like I'm raising the price. Fine, just pay what was originally agreed."

Jing Wuyan was stunned, his face full of gratitude.

Yun Mengyao was also stunned, then looked at Qin Yi as if he were an alien, "Are you crazy? Not taking easy money isn't like you."

"Once a gentleman's word is given, it cannot be taken back." Qin Yi said proudly.

Yun Mengyao was utterly baffled, muttering, "Crazy, truly crazy. It's normal for others to say this, but you saying it is unbelievable."

Qin Yi rolled his eyes, "Go play on the side."

After finishing, he looked at Jing Wuyan, his gaze gradually becoming odd, "Just curious, how old is your father this year?"

"Well…" Jing Wuyan was a bit embarrassed, scratching his head, "He's over seven hundred years old."

"Holy..." Qin Yi exclaimed, "You're in your twenties, and your father is over seven hundred years old. He's really an evergreen warrior with an indestructible kidney. How does he do it?"

Jing Wuyan's face was red with embarrassment, completely unsure of how to respond.

This question was indeed awkward; the age difference between them was too large. Therefore, he rarely told others he was Jing Wangyou's son, but his unreliable father always boasted about his own health and mentioned his son.

While Jing Wuyan was embarrassed, Yun Mengyao glanced outside and said, "Seems like they're about to fight."

Jing Wuyan hurriedly looked outside, and saw the Sword Sect people and Mo Xiao on the brink of battle.

"Brother Qin, quickly save Mo Xiao."

Qin Yi stretched his body and was about to make a move when he suddenly stopped.

"It's quite lively tonight."

Jing Wuyan was about to speak but subconsciously looked in a certain direction as a terrifying aura swept in.

Under the moonlight, a figure was approaching rapidly.

Within a few breaths, the figure had reached the Sword Sect people.

"So it's friends from the Sword Sect. I thought it was someone with no manners, coming to my Lianhuan City to cause trouble without even greeting."

The newcomer was in a black robe, and although quite old, the presence was awe-inspiring with a strong cultivation.

Moreover, the way he spoke to the Sword Sect was anything but polite, the sarcasm was thick.

"Brother Qin, Fairy Yun, this is the City Lord of Lianhuan City, Wen Zhu." Jing Wuyan said.

Yu Huan's expression turned uglier, clasping his fist and bowing, saying with a forced smile, "So it's City Lord Wen, we were ordered to capture the monsters of Youming Hall, the situation is urgent, and we forgot to inform City Lord Wen. Please forgive us."