How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 526 The Useless Female Supporting Character's Sword Master Mother (29 pages)
After sending Lu Xiu and Li Qingfeng away, the rest of the time on the giant ship was spent purely eating, drinking, and having fun.

Time flew by like water, and soon they arrived at Tiandu City, where everyone disembarked one after another.

The scene that comes into view is yet another bustling spectacle.

The worst part is that it's packed with people everywhere.

Some people even brought their belongings and rested on the street, only to be driven away by the patrolling Tiandu Guards on the grounds that it affected the city's atmosphere.

"It's always the same at the Heavenly Pride Gathering. People come from all over the country without knowing to book their accommodations in advance. When they arrive, they find that either the inns are ridiculously expensive and they can't afford to stay, or there are no rooms available at all!"

Secretary Wang shook his head and sighed calmly.

Mingmiao suddenly tensed up:

"What about us?"

Secretary Wang stroked his chin:

"Of course we... booked it a long time ago!"

Secretary Wang lived up to his name, using his connections from years of running an inn to book accommodations in advance.

It was a small, independent courtyard with five rooms in total. It was a square courtyard with a tall osmanthus tree in the middle that bloomed all year round, its fragrance spreading like a mist.

The three of them each chose their rooms, rested briefly for the night, and then went out to explore the city of Tiandu.

Only then did they realize that what they had seen when they first arrived was merely the tip of the iceberg of Tiandu City.

The true capital city will always hold a scene that they cannot uncover.

Zhu Wen was overwhelmed by the sights and completely absorbed in the game, having a wonderful time.

In comparison, Mingmiao was not in such a good mood.

She seemed weighed down by something, sullen and listless.

Zhu Wen asked her what she was thinking.

She blurted out:

"I'm afraid you'll try to steal the Heavenly Pride Tournament..."

Halfway through his sentence, he remembered they were on a busy street and quickly shut up.

Zhu Wen understood what she meant—

Mingmiao was worried that if they couldn't find a suitable candidate to participate in the Heavenly Pride Tournament, Zhu Wen would, as if jokingly, steal the Immortal Spirit Fruit.

With Zhu Wen's strength, winning a prize from the Heavenly Pride Tournament would be no problem. The problem is that this is Tiandu, and the Lord of Zhongzhou is in the Reflection Peak floating in the sky.

By doing this, Zhu Wen is slapping the other party in the face and making an enemy of them!

Therefore, Mingmiao was worried and anxious, fearing that things would become irreparable.

Zhu Wen couldn't help but flick her forehead with his finger:
"You're so young, yet you think so much! There's still plenty of time."

With five days left until the Heavenly Pride Tournament, Zhu Wen felt there was plenty of time.

Mingmiao clenched her fist and argued in a low voice, unconvinced:
"Only five days! No, to be precise, two days! Because registration closed three days before the conference started!"

This is the first time I've heard of Zhu Wen:
"Is that so? Then we need to hurry."

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and grabbed a passing boy wearing a straw hat.
"Hello fellow Daoist, have you registered for the Heavenly Pride Tournament?"

The boy stopped in his tracks, his clear, cool gaze piercing through the draped veil of a mermaid.

Even his voice was like pearls falling onto a jade plate, cold and indifferent:
"No."

Zhu Wen continued to ask:
"So how old are you this year?"

The boy appeared aloof and unapproachable, like snow on a high mountain, yet he responded to every question Zhu Wen asked:

"She should be... twenty years old."

At least this body is.

Zhu Wen clapped his hands and laughed:

"Perfect timing! I have a deal to discuss with you. Would you mind if we sat down at the restaurant next door?"

The boy nodded obediently to indicate that he could.

Zhu Wen took the lead.

The boy obediently followed behind.

The two walked for a while and then realized that two other people had not followed.

Zhu Wen turned around and saw their faces filled with astonishment, clearly not keeping up with the pace.

"Aren't you leaving?"

Completely bewildered, Mingmiao and Secretary Wang exchanged a glance and finally decided to follow them first.

They quickly found a restaurant next door and went into a private room.

Before the young man could even remove his bamboo hat, Zhu Wen offered, "Fellow Daoist, would you mind participating in the Heavenly Pride Tournament and helping me win a gift, and then..."

"it is good."

The boy nodded without hesitation.

Zhu Wen smiled and rested her chin on her hand:

"You just agreed like that? You didn't even ask me what I wanted? You didn't even ask what I could give you?"

The boy blinked slowly, as if finally realizing something, and spoke haltingly:

"Oh... then you go ahead and tell me."

Zhu Wen made a joke on purpose:

"Then I'll treat you to a meal, and then you go to the Heavenly Pride Tournament, get into the top three, and give me one of the prizes, how about that?"

Mingmiao, who was standing nearby, finally couldn't hold back any longer and stammered out:
"Sister Zhu, your words are far too direct..."

Wouldn't it be better to be a little more tactful?
Zhu Wen raised an eyebrow, remained silent, and looked at the boy in the straw hat.

The boy pretended to think for a moment, then nodded:

"understood."

He paused, then seemed to remember something and asked earnestly.

"Just the top three? Wouldn't it be better to get first place?"

Zhu Wen said that this would certainly be better.

The boy agreed readily this time as well.

The deal is done.

Zhu Wen turned to look at Ming Miao and Secretary Wang:

"See, this problem is solved, isn't it?"

Mingmiao was completely confused:

"Is that all? But we don't even know who he is..."

Zhu Wen responded with an "oh," and then gave the order as if it were the most natural thing in the world:
"Then, fellow Daoist, please take off your bamboo hat."

The boy seemed unable to refuse.

Upon hearing this, he immediately raised his hand and took off his straw hat.

It was a face so exquisite it looked as if it had been sculpted from ice and snow.

Her hair was a snow-white color, and even her eyebrows and eyelashes were a light color.

The pupil is a cold, inorganic gray, giving the viewer a chilling, inhuman look.

Even his impeccably beautiful features gained a touch of cold, eerie beauty.

Zhu Wen smiled when she saw his expression.

Although the color of her hair and eyes is different, she looks a few years younger.

However, her overall appearance is exactly the same as I remember—

He was the white-clad man who emerged from the tomb, whom Lu Jin and Lu Yu met in their world.

She has the exact same face as Li Ze, but possesses unparalleled cultivation.

However, he willingly lowered his head in front of her.

Do you recognize me?

Zhu Wen was somewhat curious.

The flow rate of time is different in different planes.

Was the man in white she encountered a reflection of the boy before her in the past, present, or future?
The boy froze for a moment, then shook his head, trying to cover up his misunderstanding:
"do not know."

It seems we've gotten to know each other.

But it wasn't the kind of understanding Zhu Wen thought he had.

Zhu Wen had a gut feeling that there was a secret behind this that she hadn't discovered, and she wanted to ask her about it.

But seeing Mingmiao and Secretary Wang nearby, he temporarily suppressed his curiosity.

"In that case, let me introduce myself first. I'm Zhu Wen, what's your name?"

The boy paused, a troubled look appearing on his face.

Difficult?

Are there still people who don't know their own names?