The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

After listening to this, Meng Wan's eyes flashed with thought, but she did not agree immediately.

She gently played with the feather fan in her hand, and said with some suspicion, "Why are you so attentive to me? Are you planning something?"

Bifang waved his hands quickly, speaking sincerely.

"Little princess, you are worrying too much. I have absolutely no bad intentions towards you. It's just that my grandfather was greatly favored by the Suzaku Clan, and I have always wanted to find an opportunity to repay them.

It is my honor to meet the little princess today. If I can do something within my power for you, it will be the fulfillment of my wish."

Meng Wan was silent for a moment and finally nodded.

"Well, since you are so sincere, I will agree to your request. I will go to the upper floors of the Wanjing Pavilion with you tomorrow.

However, if I find you doing anything improper, don't blame me for being rude."

Bifang was delighted when he heard this, and he immediately cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, little princess. I won't dare to do anything beyond my authority. I'll be waiting for you outside the Wanjing Pavilion tomorrow morning."

Bifang bowed respectfully and then turned and left.

His back gradually moved away in the night until it disappeared completely.

Meng Wan stood at the door, looking in the direction where Bifang left, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

She gently stroked the Vermillion Bird feather fan in her hand and sneered in her heart.

One Qingyu is not enough, and here comes another Bifang of noble status... Your Majesty the Demon King, you really put a lot of effort into it.

As for the Vermillion Bird Feather Fan that had gone around in circles and ended up in her hands, Meng Wan casually put it away in an unused storage device and left it unused.

The next morning, Meng Wan got up early, changed into a simple dress, and prepared to go to Wanjing Pavilion.

As soon as she walked out of the palace, she saw Qingyu waiting outside the door.

When Qingyu saw Meng Wan, a gentle smile appeared on his face and he came forward eagerly.

"Morning, Miss Meng Wan. I'm ready and can take you to the Wanjing Pavilion at any time."

Meng Wan smiled back, "Thank you, Master Qingyu."

The two walked side by side, heading towards the Wanjing Pavilion.

However, as soon as she walked outside the Wanjing Pavilion, Meng Wan saw Bifang had already been standing there, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

When Bifang saw Meng Wan, he walked up quickly and said respectfully, "Little Princess, you are here."

When Qingyu saw Bifang, he recognized him as the man in white from yesterday, and his face changed drastically, "It's you!"

When Bifang looked at Qingyu, his expression became noticeably colder.

He perfunctorily bowed to Qingyu and introduced himself, "Bifang, the descendant of a great demon, was specially summoned to the palace by the Demon King not long ago."

After learning Bifang's identity, Qingyu's expression became even uglier.

He is just an ordinary demon. In terms of status, he cannot compare with these big demons with deep roots.

Qing Yu suppressed his annoyance and reluctantly bowed to Bi Fang, "I wonder what you are doing here?"

Bifang smiled slightly, his tone seemed polite but was actually provocative.

"Commander Qingyu, I came here today specifically to accompany the little princess to visit the Wanjing Pavilion. After all, with your authority, I'm afraid you can't take the little princess to those truly interesting places."

When Qingyu heard this, his face darkened and he could hardly control his anger.

"Bifang, what do you mean? Miss Meng Wan has already accepted my invitation. Even if you are the descendant of a great demon and have a noble status, you can't ignore Miss Meng Wan's wishes, right?"

Bifang didn't care and still had a smile on his face.

"Commander Qingyu, why are you so angry? I am only helping you out of kindness. The little princess is of noble status, so she should go to the upper echelons of the Wanjing Pavilion to take a look. Besides, the little princess already promised me yesterday."

Qingyu paused and subconsciously looked at Meng Wan.

Meng Wan nodded to Qing Yu, "We are just touring the Wanjing Pavilion and reading the scriptures. There is no need for you two to argue. Since Master Bifang is interested, let's go together."

Seeing Meng Wan speak, Qing Yu had to suppress his dissatisfaction and said, "Since Miss Meng Wan has spoken, let's go together."

Bifang smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in her tone, "Please, little princess."

The three of them entered the Wanjing Pavilion together, and Bifang took Meng Wan and Qingyu to the upper floors with ease.

There are many rare ancient books and secret techniques on display here, which even Qingyu has never seen before.

Meng Wan looked at the dazzling array of classics in front of her, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She picked up an ancient book at random, opened it gently, and read it carefully.

Bifang glanced at him and smiled, "Little princess is interested in history?"

"just looking around."

Meng Wan seemed to be flipping through the book in her hand unintentionally, but in fact she read ten lines at a glance, quickly memorizing all the secrets recorded in the book.

Bifang stood aside and said calmly, "Little Princess, I have read all these books. If there is anything you don't understand, I can always answer your questions."

Meng Wan nodded and said seriously, "Thank you, Master Bifang."

Qingyu stood aside, watching the two people talking, feeling secretly unhappy.

He felt as if he was being left out.

However, he did not show it, but just followed Meng Wan silently, looking around vigilantly.

After an unknown amount of time, Meng Wan closed the ancient book in her hand, turned around and said to Bifang.

"Master Bifang, the classics here are really interesting. Do you know if there are any records about the bloodline of the demon race?"

When Bifang heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and there was a hint of temptation in his tone.

"Blood is the source of the demon race's power. There is a vast amount of information related to it. I wonder which aspect the little princess wants to know?"

Meng Wan casually put the ancient book in her hand back to its original place and said, "I'm just curious, just taking a look."

Bifang nodded, "I see, I can take you to see those records.

However, some books may require special permissions to read, and even I am not qualified to view them, and I can only take you there at most."

As he said this, he looked at Qingyu with a hint of meaning.

Qing Yu clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve and said in a nonchalant manner, "It's okay, go ahead, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Meng Wan looked at Qingyu apologetically, then followed Bifang towards the stairs.

Qingyu stood there, frowning slightly, his eyes following the backs of the two people until they disappeared around the corner of the stairs, then he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

Upstairs is a spacious library. The surrounding bookshelves are filled with thick ancient books. The air is filled with the faint scent of ink and the accumulation of time.

Bifang took Meng Wan to a bookshelf by the window, reached out and took an ancient book with a yellowed cover from the shelf, and handed it to Meng Wan.

"This is 'A Study of the Origin and Development of the Demon Race's Bloodline'. It records the origin and branches of the demon race's bloodline. Although it is not the most core secret book, it should be helpful for you to understand the power of bloodline."

Meng Wan took the book, flipped through a few pages casually, and swept her eyes through the densely packed text with a gleam of surprise in her eyes.

This trip to Wanjing Pavilion was indeed the right one! (End of this chapter)