Even if you belong to a demonic sect, you still have to bring glory to the country.

Chapter 317 Deputy Envoy of the Vermilion Bird
For tracking people, Amon's formula is the most useful.

Qingwu found it strange that when they were in the Demonic Sect, Amon was the one that no one wanted to associate with.

In modern times, everyone was treated equally and it was discovered that Amon was essentially a good little girl.

At least the Qingzi team had no connection with Amon before, but now they still readily agreed to help her.

After obtaining Amon's formula, Qingwu went to a pharmacy and bought some available medicinal powders to prepare it.

Today we caught a private investigator who was stalking us, which at least made Liu Shen think more highly of Qing Wu.

After all, they hadn't noticed that this person was following Ji Qiongyu.

When Qingwu went out to buy medicine powder, Liu Shen curiously asked Qingliu, "How did your brother discover that someone was following Miss Ji?"

Qing Liu glanced at Liu Shen and said quite bluntly, "It's obvious."

Liu Shen scoffed, "Where is it obvious?"

The other party works as a private investigator, and they're hiding so far away.

Liu Shen didn't even notice, yet Qing Liu said it was obvious. Doesn't that just show his incompetence?
Qing Liu said, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."

Before they possessed internal energy, they didn't observe others using conventional methods.

Liu Shen was a little annoyed by these words. To ordinary people, wasn't this just showing off at such a young age?

Liu Shen gritted his teeth.

I previously thought these two were like quiet, useless bums.

Because the food was truly outrageous.

Although it wasn't the same amount of food as yesterday, I still ate quite a lot at each meal.

Why bother with security? You'd be more than qualified to be a competitive eater.

She found out about this after Ji Qiongyu finished recording.

She didn't say anything on the way home.

Although the private investigator's stalking this time wasn't very serious, she had recently received a series of death threats, and an ordinary person would have collapsed mentally long ago after experiencing this.

She can still keep her composure.

And his calm expression, as if nothing had happened, speaks volumes about his mental fortitude.

No wonder she's been a star for decades.

We're leaving for overseas tomorrow, and Qingwu and Qingliu are making preparations.

The situation is not peaceful for others in the Moon Community either.

Because of a mission, the specifics of which are still unknown, we only know that a few people need to stay in the community.

The Qing team selected a few members through a lottery, but they haven't set off yet.

Yao Rui has recently become fascinated with modern calligraphy while staying in the community.

The calligraphy styles that have been passed down for thousands of years are far superior to those of the Great Liang Dynasty. After finishing his studies, he liked to practice calligraphy to pass the time when he had free time.

The phone next to me on the table kept ringing.

That was a message Yao Fu sent him. In modern society, the siblings depend on each other for survival. Yao Fu now sends him photos and videos of anything new and interesting she encounters outside.

He occasionally glanced at the content, not in a hurry to reply.

A faint smile always graces her lips.

Occasionally, I would look up at the window.

The sky is high enough for birds to fly freely.

The sky over Xiacheng today is a clear, deep blue, a rare treat.

The air quality in the Great Liang Dynasty is actually much better than here.

The scenery too.

But beautiful scenery paired with a prosperous era is something the Great Liang Dynasty could not possibly desire.

Suddenly, Yao Rui stopped writing.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Yao Rui narrowed his eyes, suddenly looking out the window.

His phone vibrated; it was a call from Ren Yunsheng.

Yao Rui did not answer.

Suddenly, a long sword shot in through the window.

Yao Rui merely tilted his head slightly, and the long sword slid past his cheek and pierced the wall behind him.

The next second, the longsword flew off the wall without any wind.

A dark red figure flew in through the window, grasping the longsword and thrusting it at Yao Rui once more. Yao Rui raised his hand, and the paper he was practicing calligraphy on seemed to flutter and fly up with a "whoosh" as he moved his hand.

With a flick of his finger, dozens of sheets of paper spun around, instantly blocking the person's movements.

"Swish"

"Swish"

"Swish"

Amidst the flashing swords and the clash of blades, a longsword slicing through the paper.

Debris flew everywhere.

A handsome face, framed by the debris, looked up at Yao Rui with raised eyebrows.

A child screamed from outside: "Mommy, someone is flying upstairs!"

"What do you mean by flying? I think your IQ is flying!"

……

"Family, we're just one rocket away from surpassing them—we absolutely cannot lose this battle!"

Across the street, a man doing a live stream was wearing a floral cotton dress and twirling a bright red handkerchief to create a dramatic effect for his show.

Just as I was about to laugh, I suddenly saw the screen flicker a few times, and the words "Network is connecting" appeared on it.

He paused for a moment, noticing that the previously enthusiastic barrage of comments seemed to have frozen.

I quickly stopped and fiddled with my phone: "What's going on? Why is the signal so bad in this neighborhood?"

A few seconds later, the screen returned to normal.

A live stream with only a few hundred viewers suddenly saw a flood of comments.

【Wait, am I seeing things? I just saw someone jump off the building across the street from you, streamer?】

[Holy crap, someone's flying from the building across the street!!]

[It's a dark red shadow, I see it!]

[Hey streamer, is someone flying around in the building across the street?!]

Was what I just saw fake?

The man doing the live stream was immediately dumbfounded when he saw this: "What the heck? What did you guys just see?"

He looked closely at the comments and realized that they were talking about someone flying outside the building opposite his.

Yes, they said it was flying.

"How could that be!" The anchor turned around and looked back, finding everything peaceful and serene.

"You must be mistaken. How could someone be flying in broad daylight? My internet connection was just lagging. Maybe you're seeing things."

But the viewers in the live chat didn't believe it.

One of his fans had recorded the screen and quickly sent him a video privately.

The screen flickered a few times, showing him happily dancing the Yangko, but in the background of the building, there was indeed a blurry, dark red figure flying along the wall into an open window.

It was just too fast; the figure seemed to disappear in a flash.

The streamer was completely dumbfounded.

He's on the eighth floor, but from the opposite side, the buildings that look level with him are at least on the eighth or ninth floor.

How can someone be flying?
The streamer was skeptical, but then he saw the comments section buzzing with talk of it.

He was going to go and take a look.

Upon reaching the building across the street, the streamer, based on the shadow in the video, knocked on the door of the eighth floor.

The door opened, and Yao Rui was the one who opened it.

The streamer quickly asked him, "Brother, when I was streaming just now, I think I saw a figure flying into your house."

Yao Rui smiled gently: "You must have misread it. How could someone be flying?"

The streamer scratched his head: "I think so too, but my fans asked me to ask. Sorry to bother you."

Yao Rui nodded and closed the door.

Behind the door, a woman dressed in a dark red outfit was looking around.

"It seems I have truly arrived in the underworld. I never imagined I would meet you again one day, Prince Yao."

Yao Rui smiled slightly.

"How have you been, Vice Envoy Suzaku?"