Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses-Chapter 627 - 590: Collective Effort (Part 3)

"Master, do you happen to know someone at Qingluan Palace?" Seeing Senior Brother Liu Qi and Senior Sister Lü Tianran urging him with their eyes, Lou Yi had no choice but to step forward and ask.

"An acquaintance, indeed. I met her back when we were exploring the Ancient Cultivator’s Secret Realm together.

From initial wariness to mutual trust, we later explored many caves together, training side by side. It was truly unforgettable...," He Xiang’s emotions surged as he spoke, "I wonder how she’s been all these years?

If she knew I came looking for her, what would her reaction be?"

He Xiang, this cultivator with graying temples appearing about fifty years old, now seemed as excited as a child, eyes holding an unprecedented brightness.

With the help of a flying magical artifact, the group arrived on the outskirts of Yue Country’s capital the next day.

There stood a grand and luxurious manor, covering tens of thousands of acres.

Within the garden, there were mountains and waters, flowers and grasses, pavilions and terraces, small bridges and boats, with various birds of different sizes and colors swirling and dancing in the air, occasionally letting out sharp, clear cries.

Beyond the garden, a faint blue mist shimmered layer upon layer, hinting that this place was no ordinary location.

Qingluan Palace was situated on the outskirts of Yue Country’s capital, reportedly remodeled from a summer retreat palace of an ancient dynasty thousands of years ago.

Outside the gates of Qingluan Palace stood two rows of tall red-feathered birds, their legs taller than a person, resembling ostriches, their gaze sharp and clearly possessing significant intelligence.

On each of their backs sat a female martial artist clad in iron armor, holding a treasured sword, appearing formidable, their cultivation having reached the Martial Artist Peak, with vigorous qi-blood, eyes focused on all newcomers, known to all as the renowned Red Feather Cavalry of Yue Country.

As Lou Yi and his group approached, one of the female martial artists rode out on a tall bird, her slightly hoarse and neutral voice resonating, "Who comes here?"

He Xiang immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "He Xiang, Elder of the Corpse-Driving Sect, brings disciples to pay respects to Fairy Haitang Wu Yingqi."

At this moment, he was donned in a brand new black Daoist robe, hair tied up high with a jade hairpin, and his beard was meticulously groomed, making him appear much younger.

"Ah, seeking the Elder of Qingxin Pavilion." The female martial artist’s expression softened considerably, "Please wait here; I will go and announce your arrival."

Seeing her leave, He Xiang paced back and forth anxiously, his tightly clenched fingers revealing his inner unrest.

Before long, the female martial artist returned riding the tall bird, wearing an odd expression, and said, "The Elder of Qingxin Pavilion said that times have changed and people’s hearts with them; there is no Haitang, only a withered tang.

Elder He, you had better leave."

"This..." He Xiang’s face turned deathly pale as if struck by lightning.

"Indeed, indeed, I dared not seek her all these years; to be ignored is only right..."

Seeing their master’s dejected appearance, Lou Yi and the others felt somewhat reluctant.

But the matter was clear, his so-called old acquaintance showed no sentiment whatsoever, marking the end of this journey.

Without an introduction from a well-connected acquaintance, it would be difficult for them to meet the Palace Master of Qingluan Palace.

As Lou Yi and his group were about to leave, a crisp voice akin to a yellow oriole suddenly came from near the palace gate, "Lou Yi?"

Lou Yi looked up to see a tall, beautiful young female cultivator in a teal long skirt stepping out of the palace, looking at him in astonishment.

"Fairy Wei."

"Who is she?" Desperately suppressing his inner sadness, He Xiang quickly communicated with him telepathically.

"She’s the disciple of Fairy Biluo Xin Zhiqi, named Wei Rou," Lou Yi replied.

"Fairy Biluo, isn’t she the disciple of Qingluan Palace’s Palace Master, holding a significant status within the palace?

Good disciple, your master is of no help, this time we have to rely on you, be sure to seize the opportunity!" He Xiang’s voice contained a heavy hope, causing Lou Yi to smile wryly.

So the task of borrowing money falls on me?

Ah well, a great man doesn’t bother with small matters, for the grand plan of the sect, I guess I’ll have to sacrifice a bit of my charm.

Under the expectant gazes of Master He, Qiu Shaojie, Senior Brother, and Senior Sister, Lou Yi stepped forward boldly and smiled at Wei Rou, "Fairy Wei, how have you been? It’s been a while, I’ve missed you."

Such straightforward and bold words made those around him glance over, even causing Wei Rou herself to be momentarily stunned.

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