Sure enough, it caught this jerk’s interest!

Xue Fuxiao chuckled smugly, lowering his voice, speaking with utmost secrecy: "Your Ninth Brother is currently holed up, working on Jun Lin’s autobiography."

Ningxue Sword’s eyes lit up like light bulbs, instantly energized: "Oh crap! Really?!"

"Could it be fake?" Xue Fuxiao laughed lightly, full of confidence.

Ningxue Sword frowned, a bit skeptical, feeling like Xue Fuxiao was digging a pit for him, so he said: "I suspect you’re tricking me."

"Heh, believe it or not."

Xue Fuxiao said arrogantly: "Anyway, it’s me who brought back Jun Lin’s Soul Jade Scroll for the autobiography, you clueless fool, do I not know better than you?"

"Really?"

"If I’m lying to you, you’re the one raising me!"

Xue Fuxiao made a vow, then impatiently said: "Believe it or not! I’m too lazy to deal with you, you jerk. It’s not easy to tell you some news about your idol, yet you doubt me. I’m leaving."

Turned around and left.

Ningxue Sword grabbed him, smiling apologetically: "Brother Xue, bro, tell me more in detail."

"Go ask your Ninth Brother! You damn fool actually doesn’t trust me, I’m very upset now!"

Xue Fuxiao, looking indignant, flicked his sleeve and tossed Ningxue Sword aside, grabbing Yu Tianqi, soared into the sky.

That one sentence dispelled all of Ningxue Sword’s doubts.

Standing there, stroking his chin, deep in thought.

"Ninth Brother actually has such a good thing in his hands, and he’s secretly working on it himself... Damn, Ninth Brother has this bad habit of keeping things to himself, hogging all the good stuff."

"How can I get it to take a look..."

Ningxue Sword felt like his heart was being scratched by a cat.

Incredibly curious.

An idol’s autobiography, after all.

Ninth Brother is revising it!

But what’s the point of a revised version? It’s definitely not the original flavor anymore.

Everyone knows Ninth Brother’s temperament, surely some things have been edited out, whitewashed.

But how can I see the original?

He stroked his chin, occasionally tilting his head and squinting at Dongfang Sansan’s window, the look on his face eager to try.

That night...

After hesitating all afternoon, Ningxue Sword, unable to suppress his curiosity, finally took a cup of tea to find Dongfang Sansan.

"Ninth Brother... busy?"

Ningxue Sword knocked on the door and entered, smiling apologetically: "I brought you some Bingxin Tea to try."

"Just leave it there."

"Okay, Ninth Brother, do you want me to massage your shoulders? Relax a bit?"

"Hmm?"

Dongfang Sansan immediately frowned, turned to look at Ningxue Sword, straightened up, and said: "If you have something to say, just say it."

"I’m a bit embarrassed."

"As if I don’t know your temperament? You’ve got a lot of things you’re embarrassed about, but didn’t you always end up saying them anyway? Come on, out with it."

"I really am a bit embarrassed."

"I’ll count to three. If you don’t say it, you can leave."

"No no, Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother..."

Ningxue Sword hugged Dongfang Sansan’s arm: "I heard... you have Jun Lin’s autobiography?"

"Hmm?" Dongfang Sansan’s mood immediately soured, turning to frown at him: "What do you want?"

"Can I have a look?"

"You can see it after I’ve revised it."

"What’s the point of that, Ninth Brother, the unabridged version is more interesting."

Ningxue Sword pleaded: "Can I see the original, pretty please?"

Dongfang Sansan’s face darkened.

That day.

All the working Guardians saw an unbelievable scene.

The usually elegant Ninth Lord tossed Lord Jian, Ningxue Sword, right out of the window.

Slammed him hard on the ground.

Then Lord Jian got up, held his face, and dashed away at full speed.

Later, they heard a furious grunt from Ninth Lord: "Tomorrow, go and guard the Mountain Gate for me!"

That was shocking enough for everyone.

Ninth Lord isn’t just an expert! He’s so formidable!

This news was truly exhilarating.

By morning, when Ningxue Sword appeared, someone asked. What on earth happened last night?

"Nothing like that happened!"

Ningxue Sword firmly shook his head: "Absolutely nothing of the sort! You must have seen it wrong!"

When questioned further, Ningxue Sword started losing his temper.

Then his Sword Qi soared to the sky, mighty and imposing.

Everyone fell silent, and then they watched Lord Jian mumbling to himself: "An important friend is visiting, I’m going to wait at the foot of the mountain."

And he simply went off to guard the Mountain Gate.

Everyone looked at each other, confused about what had happened.

But everyone was sure: Lord Jian got unlucky!

...

Xue Fuxiao laughed heartily all the way.

Yu Tianqi was utterly perplexed: "What are you laughing about?"

"I’m laughing at that lousy Rui Qianshan, finally fell for my trick."

"He might not go."

"Don’t worry, this move of mine is an open conspiracy! Whether he wants to or not, he has to go!"

Xue Fuxiao said triumphantly: "With Rui Qianshan’s brain, if he can escape my plan, heh, it’s no exaggeration, he’d have to cultivate for at least another two thousand years. Same goes for you, I could toy with you guys to death."

Yu Tianqi sneered disdainfully.

He touched his axe, glanced at Xue Fuxiao’s neck.

He felt that this guy was getting a bit too cocky and needed a little sobering up.

"Come, I’ll take you to meet an old friend, guarantee you’ll be shocked."

But Xue Fuxiao completely ignored Yu Tianqi’s threatening gestures, grabbing him, and flew faster and faster.

...

At the same time.

Yang Luoyu, entrusted with an important task by Xue Fuxiao, had already arrived at the Zhengnan Headquarters of the Guardians.

His visit, of course, was related to the matter of Dongyun Yu.

Although Dongyun Yu only requested a banner and a medal, after some consideration, Dongfang Sansan still provided a generous reward.

"If we want to give face, we must give it prominently!"

Besides, the Dong Family is one of the notable Third Level Families on the continent.

In the absence of a First Level Family, a Third Level Family is essentially a Second Level Family, which is a very large clan, and the Dong Family is extremely powerful.