The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 53 I’m just passing by
Wang Wan Qiu made her request quite seriously, and Lin Yun knew he could not avoid her question at this moment. He could only respond, "Your master, is she beautiful?"
Lin Yun just asked casually.
He was not a stallion and could not just casually perform dual cultivation with someone.
Upon this topic, Wan Qiu immediately boasted with pride, "It’s not about whether my master is beautiful or not. When she traveled around the world, she was given the nickname ’Jade Sword Immortal’, and together with the Saintess Flower Fairy of Guanghan Palace, they were known as the ’Peerless Twin Beauties’."
As Wan Qiu spoke of this, she couldn’t help but feel a bit sad; her master, once like a star in the heavens, had now fallen into the mortal world.
"If you could help my master restore her foundation, in the future you could also become her disciple, and in the Sword Sect, you would have someone to look after you."
Wan Qiu began to promise Lin Yun the benefits that would follow the dual cultivation.
Lin Yun couldn’t help wanting to complain.
Do women in the Cultivation World like to take people in as disciples after dual cultivation?
"We’ll talk about that later. Our current priority is to shake off the pursuit of the Demon Sect."
Wan Qiu nodded and said, "I just thought of something. Our trip to Cold Moon City happens to coincide with the Han River Poetry Event. If we could meet the Flower Fairy, we could ask her to help us conceal our whereabouts."
"A poetry event? Do cultivators also appreciate poetry?"
Lin Yun began to wonder if he had accidentally stumbled into the history channel.
"Of course, and it’s not just that. Many great cultivators are gifted with literary talent. Appreciating poetry can also help one to comprehend another’s state of mind, which is greatly beneficial to cultivators."
Realizing Lin Yun was not well-versed in worldly affairs, Wan Qiu enlightened him.
The poetry event is an activity enjoyed by both immortals and mortals, literary scholars, and refined gentlemen.
The Han River Poetry Event is the most famous because it is hosted by the Guanghan Palace Master.
Once a year, the prizes are secondary; the main point is to gain fame in the world and to showcase one’s talent in front of the immortal ladies of Guanghan Palace. A century ago, there was a mortal who, because of his overflowing talent, caught the eye of a cultivator from Guanghan Palace, and they became husband and wife.
With this example, the Han River Poetry Event has grown bigger and bigger, with people from other places coming to participate.
Lin Yun didn’t pay much attention when he first heard about it, but two days later, when they arrived in Cold Moon City and almost couldn’t find an inn to stay in, he realized just how popular this poetry event was.
The majority of the rooms in the inns had been taken by literati and gentlemen.
"Let’s rest for the night to rejuvenate and go to the poetry event tomorrow. Tonight, that witch probably won’t come."
Lin Yun: "..."
I think she will still come.
In the past few days, Lin Yun hadn’t had a good sleep, all because of Dongfang Hong Yue’s suffocating tactics.
Every time he was about to fall asleep, Dongfang Hong Yue would send her top follower, Hongling, to check the rooms, forcing him and Wang Wan Qiu to flee.
This made Wan Qiu feel that Hongling was indeed toying with her.
Only Lin Yun knew that it must be Dongfang Hong Yue, the jealous pot, who couldn’t stand seeing him and Wang Wan Qiu sleeping in the same room.
So yeah, probably shouldn’t expect a peaceful night tonight.
"You rest. I’ll keep watch. You’ve been worked hard recently."
Wan Qiu thought about it and nodded.
The pressure Hongling had put on her recently was quite significant. Indeed, being from the Demon Sect, deliberately depriving someone of sleep was truly vicious.
However, by midnight, Lin Yun didn’t notice any disturbances. Could it be that because they were now in Cold Moon City, within the territory of Guanghan Palace, Hongling didn’t dare to act rashly?
That was a possibility.
As long as they were not disturbed, Lin Yun could comfortably cultivate and sleep at the same time. However, at Zi Hour, the Moon Water Spirit Pearl within him suddenly stirred.
A situation?
Lin Yun opened his eyes, feeling within that he should go out now.
After glancing at Wang Wan Qiu, who was sound asleep, Lin Yun carefully stepped out of the room. Shortly after he left, Wan Qiu woke up.
She did not suspect Lin Yun, but the continuous pursuit in recent days had made her as nervous as a startled bird. Even with Lin Yun standing guard, she did not sleep soundly, and the moment the door moved, she woke up.
Noticing that Lin Yun had gone out, she quickly followed after him.
The night in Cold Moon City was exceptionally desolate, and Lin Yun, following his intuition, slowly made his way to the riverside.
Cold Moon City was built along the Han River, deriving its chilling name from the river, and its lunar association because of its proximity to Wangyue City.
The Han River, which runs from east to west, divides the landscape into warm south and cold north—the north becomes notably colder past the river, hence its name.
Watching the surging waves, Lin Yun suddenly felt inspired to compose a poem.
Cold River’s lonely shadow, friends from the martial world, why need we have met before to meet now?
Lin Yun looked up at the sky, striking a desolate and lonely pose, only to suddenly feel a bit cold.
The winds of the Han River were strong indeed.
Wang Wanqiu hid in the distance, watching Lin Yun and unsure what he was up to.
Why wander to the riverside in the dead of night—is it just to take in a mouthful of the northwest wind?
Lin Yun was now ready to head back as well.
The Moon Water Spirit Pearl within him had suddenly lost its sensation, and he wondered if this thing was just toying with him. With no follow-up, Lin Yun didn’t want to linger in the wind anymore.
Just as he turned to leave, he realized someone was standing behind him.
"Damn!"
Lin Yun instantly lashed out with his sword, only to have it caught between two fingers by the person and then flicked back.
This was a master!
Wang Wanqiu was also startled; she had been observing Lin Yun all this time but had no clue when the figure in black had appeared.
But at this moment, should she step out to help?
Wang Wanqiu chose to watch for the time being.
After deflecting Lin Yun’s sword, the figure in black didn’t continue to attack but said in a cold voice, "I am the one you’re looking for."
Lin Yun: "???"
I’m just passing by.
However, considering the person had concealed their face and the voice sounded odd—as if it was vibrating through True Qi, making it difficult to discern any falsity—
Lin Yun felt that claiming to be just passing by might get him silenced outright.
From that brief skirmish, Lin Yun sensed he was likely no match for his opponent.
Life is tough when you can barely defeat anyone.
Luckily, I should be able to take on a woman with one shot each.
"Code phrase."
Lin Yun coolly turned the tables, thinking that even if the code phrase didn’t match, he would have room to maneuver.
"There is no code phrase. You only need to pass on the information and not learn anything about me."
So the code phrase is that there’s no code phrase?
Not confirming the other’s identity does protect them, but...
How did she know I was here for a rendezvous?
Could it be such a coincidence that I wandered right into their meeting spot?
What kind of divine luck is this?
Although inwardly flustered, Lin Yun still pretended to be cool and spat out a word, saying, "Speak."
"Let’s handle the tail first," came the reply.
No sooner had the words left the black-clad figure’s lips than they moved behind Wang Wanqiu in a flash, knocking her out with a single strike and bringing her before Lin Yun.
"Being followed without any inkling—this is the person he chose? He even gave you the Ascending Dragon Sword; his judgment sure is deteriorating."
Lin Yun: "..."
Not to hide it from you, but I just found this sword...
