Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 377 Who's faster? Believe me, you'll see next time! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
Looking into the room, at the burly, solemn-faced gray-robed monk, Heng Hui was slightly taken aback, and then subconsciously called out.

"Junior brother!"

The burly gray-robed monk also saw Heng Hui. The anxious look on his face immediately turned into surprise. Then he looked at Princess Pingyang and Wu Xian beside him, but a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wu Xian smiled and nodded slightly, then said, "My name is Wu Xian, the night watchman Yinluo, and I am the seventh child in my family. I suppose Master Hengyuan has heard of me."

Indeed, the monk in front of them was Hengyuan, a disciple of Qinglong Temple and holder of the sixth fragment of the Earth Book of the Heaven and Earth Society in the original story. He was also Henghui's fellow disciple. The two had an extremely close relationship, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were as close as brothers.

And it was because of this that, after learning from Huaiqing that Princess Pingyang had disappeared, Wu Xian immediately used the fragment of the Earth Book to have a private chat with Number Six, who had been lurking in the shadows for thousands of years.

Then he told Hengyuan, who was still completely unaware of the matter, about Henghui's elopement with Princess Pingyang, and instructed him to find a way to cover it up so that the other people in Qinglong Temple would not find out about Henghui's disappearance.

Wu Xian promised to bring Heng Hui back to Qinglong Temple as soon as possible. At the same time, this was also an excellent opportunity for the two members of the Heaven and Earth Society to meet face-to-face.

On the other side, seemingly understanding the implied meaning in Wu Xian's words, Monk Hengyuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then, with a solemn expression, he clasped his hands together, bowed to Wu Xian, and sincerely thanked him:
"I am deeply grateful to Wu Yinluo for bringing Heng Hui back to Qinglong Temple."

"Haha! We're all on the same side, helping each other is only right, Master Hengyuan, why be so polite?"

Wu Xian replied with a smile, then reached out and pushed the still somewhat bewildered Heng Hui into the teleportation portal. At the same time, he gave her a few serious instructions, his expression very earnest.

"Let's go back and settle down to be a monk. From now on, no matter who asks you, you must say that you did not leave Qinglong Temple today, nor did you see Princess Pingyang. Do you understand?"

"What if the astronomers from the Imperial Observatory come? Their ability to detect lies is based on their ability to observe the qi."

Hengyuan asked at this moment, his face showing obvious worry.

"Don't worry, I'll handle things at the Imperial Observatory."

As Wu Xian said this, he raised his finger and quickly drew a few lines in the air. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a mysterious talisman. Then, he pointed at it and it turned into a stream of light that hit Heng Hui's forehead and quickly disappeared.

"This is a concealing talisman, which can hide fluctuations in aura. Not to mention the Imperial Observatory, even if the Confucian scholars came, they wouldn't be able to detect anything."

"Drawing talismans in the air! Wu Yinluo is a sorcerer?"

Hengyuan was somewhat surprised. Although this was his first time meeting Wu Xian in person, based on their previous interactions, Wu Xian seemed to be more like a martial arts practitioner. He never expected that Wu Xian would have this skill.

"Hehe, I know a little bit, just a little bit."

Wu Xian smiled, offering no further explanation, then looked at Heng Hui on the other side of the teleportation portal, who looked utterly dejected, and shook his head, saying:

"Alright, stop looking so stubborn. I just brought the princess back, not to break you two up. As the saying goes, if two people are truly in love, they don't need to be together every day. You might have a chance to be together in the future."

"Is Wu Yinluo telling the truth?!"

Upon hearing this, Heng Hui's eyes lit up instantly, and she perked up as if hope for life had been rekindled.

"But after I return to the capital, I will be getting married soon."

Princess Pingyang said bitterly.

If she had the courage to elope before marriage, but did so after marriage, it would be adultery. No matter how much she didn't care about her reputation, she couldn't do such a thing.

Upon hearing this, the light in Heng Hui's eyes went out again, and she returned to a state of dejection, which made Heng Yuan, who was standing next to her, frown repeatedly.

He thought to himself, "My junior brother's worldly desires are too strong. This is probably not good for his cultivation. After this matter is over, I must make him copy the scriptures a thousand times to calm down."

“Princess, you don’t need to worry about this. As long as you come back to the capital with me, I will naturally find a way to help you cancel this engagement.”

"Really?"

Princess Pingyang was surprised, and then she simply couldn't believe it.

After all, news of her engagement had already spread, and her fiancé was also from a noble family. If she were to break off the engagement rashly, even his father would be in a difficult position.

Moreover, Emperor Yuanjing also learned of this matter, and given his personality, he would not allow something that would damage the face of the royal family to happen.

As Wu Xian spoke, she thought for a moment and then asked curiously, "By the way, who is the person you are engaged to? Could his surname be Xiao?"

"Ah? No, his surname is Zhao, and he is the eldest son of the Marquis of Dongting."

Princess Pingyang was taken aback upon hearing this, then shook her head and said.

"Then it'll be fine."

Wu Xian smiled confidently, then waved his hand, and the teleportation portal in front of him disappeared, leaving only a few sparks on the ground. Only two and a half living people and two already cold corpses remained in the forest. The rest is history. After receiving Wu Xian's promise to help her annul the engagement, Princess Pingyang obediently boarded the carriage.

Meanwhile, Wu Xian tied up the half-dead eldest son of the Marquis of Pingyuan with ropes, attached him to the back of the carriage, and drove towards the capital.

As for why he went through all that trouble instead of just using teleportation magic...

With a slight upturn of his lips, Wu Xian took out a fragment of the Earth Book from his waist and sent a message to Number One, who was Huaiqing.

[What's wrong? Have you found any clues about Pingyang's disappearance?]

No, I've found her, and I'm bringing her back to the capital.

【So fast? ! 】

Upon receiving this message, Huaiqing was somewhat surprised and subconsciously asked a question.

How long has it been? Less than an hour at most. Could it be that Pingyang has not been far from the capital at all, or is the magic of the Confucian school really that amazing?

Who's faster? Believe me, I'll let you try next time!
Wu Xian pursed his lips, and then described the whole story to Huaiqing in great detail, especially the part about Zhang Feng, Sun Peng and others trying to defile Princess Pingyang. He described it so vividly that it was as if he were there himself.

Inside the Princess's residence, upon seeing the contents of the fragments of the Earth Book, Huaiqing's cool and refined face gradually turned gloomy, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Zhang Feng, the Earl of Pingyuan...how dare they!"

It should be noted that, not to mention that Princess Pingyang was her cousin and the two had a very good relationship when they were young, Huaiqing, as a princess of the Great Feng Dynasty, could not tolerate a member of the royal family being almost insulted in this way. This had already crossed her bottom line.

【Your Highness, I know you must be very angry right now. Fortunately, I have a plan that might help you vent your anger and make those guys receive the punishment they deserve.】

At this moment, Wu Xian sent another message, his words filled with mockery and malice.

After reading it, Huaiqing's heart skipped a beat, and he replied: 【What do you want to do?】

[It's very simple, just lure the snake out of its hole.]

……

An hour later, in the capital, at the Zhang residence.

In the main hall, Zhang Feng, the Vice Minister of War with a goatee and an upright demeanor, was pacing back and forth. Beside him was Sun Zhongming, the Supervising Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, who also looked tense, as if waiting for something.

"Something terrible has happened, Lord Zhang!"

Marquis Pingyuan, Huang Zhen, rushed into the main hall and hurriedly said, "The news has been confirmed. The night watchman, Wu Xian, has found Princess Pingyang and is on his way back to the capital!"

"Also, I don't know who spread the news, but it's said that our three families kidnapped the princess yesterday, and when Wu Xian found her, my son and his men were about to rape her, and they almost succeeded!"

Upon hearing the last sentence, Zhang Feng's vision went black, and he almost fell to the ground.

Intending to rape a princess of the royal family and harm a member of the royal family is a heinous crime punishable by the extermination of three generations of one's family!

Whether the news is true or false, once it reaches Emperor Yuanjing's ears, given his personality, even if the three families have done many dirty things for him in secret, they will probably be severely punished and never be able to recover.

"Lord Zhang, you must make a decision!"

As Sun Zhongming spoke, his face was filled with sorrow and despair.

"Why panic!"

Zhang Fengqiang tried to remain calm, but a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Now that things have come to this, we have no other choice but to take the risk!"

"Lord Zhang, you mean..."

Upon hearing this, the Earl of Pingyuan, who came from a military background, felt a jolt in his heart and subconsciously asked a question.

"Hmph! Wu Xian hasn't returned to the capital yet, so... then he should never come back!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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