Unfilial disciple, do not ruin your master's dream of ascension and peaceful life.

[Brother Jing, I've checked with the museum and confirmed that a jade box is indeed missing. Yinqiu's information was correct.]

"Oh, that's good."

Unfortunately, I'm not very good at large-scale searches. I remember you also said you weren't good at it, so I have an idea, which is—

"Spread some false information, make them think there's something wrong with the jade box on display in the museum? Like it's just a sample?"

【Yes! 】

"What if they had already investigated whether the document on display was the original before they took action? What if they identified the age of the document as soon as they got their hands on it? Wouldn't it seem very deliberate to release false information in that case?"

Ah, that makes sense...

"Think about it the other way around. They could have just taken the box and left, but they chose to go through the trouble of attacking Xiao Qiu. This means that either they wanted to eliminate potential competitors, or they thought Xiao Qiu knew some crucial information. Either way, the probability of them trying again after failing once is not low."

[You mean, using your apprentice as bait, waiting for them to come to you on their own... or something like that?]

"Otherwise, I'm too lazy to go looking for it myself."

What if innocent civilians are affected?

Who do you take me for?

What if they really fail once and then just walk away, never to try again?

"Then you should write a 10,000-word self-criticism for the higher-ups."

You bastard!

"Anyway, if they show up again, I'll just kill them. If all else fails, go to another district and find an Ascended who's good at locking down enemies. Bye-bye."

Qianjing hung up Lin Zhiyu's call and turned to walk towards her silly apprentice who was waiting by the roadside licking an ice cream. It was her first time eating this kind of ice cream, and she could tell she really liked it.

At this time-

"Hmph, look at what she's wearing..."

"The design is completely wrong, it's hilarious..."

Two young women dressed in Hanfu walked by and whispered teasingly.

Qianjing heard this and also took a closer look at Ye Yinqiu's current clothes.

This embroidered, snow-white silk haute couture outfit, how to put it...

Snow Jade Heavenly Silkworm Silk is the most coveted fabric among female cultivators in the Cangxuan Realm; an inch of it can be exchanged for a cultivation city in the Central Continent. However, once it reaches the Upper Realm, without the nourishment of spiritual energy, the fabric immediately becomes dull and even has the shabby feel of a photo studio prop.

Moreover, although it is called "Hanfu", it is only similar to the ancient costumes of the Xia Dynasty in terms of artistic style. Upon closer examination, it does not match the clothing of any dynasty. In the eyes of true Hanfu enthusiasts, it is probably just a complete layman wearing a DIY theatrical costume to show off on the street.

However, they only mocked Ye Yinqiu's clothes; no one mocked her face, much less her figure.

Well...

How magnificent! (Image)

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"...Xiao Qiu, what have you been eating for the two hundred years I've been gone?"

"My disciple has been practicing fasting, and eats nothing but pills."

"What kind of cultivation technique did they practice? Could they have started practicing those weird things from the Joyful Union Sect?"

"How could that be? Your disciple has been diligently practicing the Wuxiang Sword Heart Technique that you taught me, and has not dared to be lazy in the slightest."

"Is that so...? My self-created technique can actually change fat accumulation in women...? I really didn't consider that..."

"Master, what are you muttering about?"

"It's nothing, I'll lend you my sister's clothes when we get back."

"You have a younger sister!?"

"I hope she's not home right now."

……

……

A few minutes later—

Ye Yinqiu was extremely excited.

"So that's how it is. The sect at Haijing University of Science and Technology was founded by Sister Lin, and the sect you founded is actually here, the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect!"

"It's the Fenglingyueying residential area..."

Qianjing took her back to the apartment complex where the brother and sister rented a place; he had wanted to complain about the name of the complex for a long time.

But then Ye Yinqiu ran up to the gatekeeper at the entrance of the residential area and clasped her hands in greeting:

"You must be the gatekeeper? Standing guard must be tiring; it's an honor to serve Venerable Qianjing!"

"Uh... thank you?" The gatekeeper was completely confused.

"Let's go, let's go!" Qianjing pulled her away.

Upon entering the residential area, Ye Yinqiu looked left and right, but just by looking at the monotonous exteriors of the apartment buildings, she couldn't tell where the martial arts training ground was, where the secluded cultivation room was, where the alchemy room was, where the weapon refining workshop was, where the scripture library was... She kept asking questions along the way, and Qian Jing simply shut up and let her guess.

"Building No. 8, remember this place, I live upstairs."

"So this is the main hall of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect. By the way, what is the symbol '8' for?"

"It means eight. This symbol is used to represent numbers on Earth."

"What is this metal box?"

"Just call it an elevator. Think of it as a basic transportation device. I'll teach you how to use it another time."

Qianjing hesitated for a moment. Although she felt it would be troublesome, she still brought her silly apprentice into the house.

"This is it."

Qianmo hadn't returned yet, so Qianjing showed her the ordinary two-bedroom, one-kitchen, one-bathroom, and one-living room apartment—a standard shared apartment for two people, totaling only seventy square meters. The living room was right inside the entrance; the sofa was covered with her sister's favorite Pokémon dolls, and the movie posters adorning the walls reflected Qianjing's taste.

The living room and kitchen are connected, but the brother and sister rarely cook for themselves and eat out. They mainly use the refrigerator and microwave. The refrigerator is decorated with refrigerator magnets collected by Qianjing, and the windowsill is covered with succulents grown by Qianmo.

Walking straight through the hallway from the living room leads to the toilet. To the left is Qianmo's room, with a sign that reads "No Stinky Older Brother Allowed!" To the right is Qianjing's cozy little nest.

"...Well, since you're already here, come in, come in."

Qianjing opened the door and let his apprentice in.

His room could be described in one word: crowded.

On the table sits a 4K monitor, keyboard, mouse, controller, microphone, headset, and facial capture equipment. Underneath the table are high-end consoles: a PS6, an Xbox 720, and a NS3. The bookshelf is filled with a variety of miscellaneous books and plastic figurines. The wall cabinet contains stamps, antiques, watches, jade, and other items that middle-aged people like. Various fishing rods stand in the corner, and a complete set of amateur radio equipment is piled up in the corner of the bed. On the bedside table are half-assembled model toys and tools such as tweezers and pliers.

There weren't many places to stand, and even two people felt cramped.

"Alright, tell me, what are your thoughts?"

Qianjing sat down on the bed, waiting for her silly apprentice to exclaim in surprise, "Master, you actually live in such a shabby place?!" Instead, she said:

"It's surprisingly similar to your residence at the Sword Inquiry Sect?"

"…………ha?"

That sentence really stumped him.

"Have you forgotten? Back then, you only lived in a small room in the main hall, which was filled with scriptures and documents. It was small and cramped. After you ascended, the other great beings all said that you were cultivating your mind and character by staying away from extravagance and enjoyment, and they all followed suit."

“…………”

Qianjing felt a bit conflicted.

He always deliberately distanced himself from his past self, yet somehow he inadvertently made his daily residence look the same as before...

"Let's not talk about that now. You need clothes that are more suitable for Earth society. Come with me and pick out a few."

He led Ye Yinqiu to Qianmo's door, ignoring the sign that read "No Stinky Old Man Allowed!" and kicked the door and lock open with a powerful kick.

"Is this your sister's room in the celestial realm?"

"Yes, she is your aunt."

"Was it inappropriate to barge into her room?"

"She's borrowed my things quite a few times without permission. This is the wardrobe. Pick a few items from here for reference... Here, look at this. Change your clothes quickly."

Qianjing handed her a fashion magazine her sister had bought, and then went outside to wait in the hallway.

But before long—

"Master! Please help me!"

"What's wrong?"

He entered the door and saw—

The silly apprentice was awkwardly putting on Qianmo's tank top.

Well known.

Qianmo's figure, to put it nicely, is as slender and graceful as an elf.

To put it bluntly, it's a done deal; if you cover your head, you can't even tell the front from the back.

Ye Yinqiu and her figure are two complete opposites.

"Waaah... My aunt's clothes are so tight..."

The enormous thing completely stretched the small tank top out of shape, and even then, she couldn't put it on properly. Her perfectly defined belly was completely exposed, and she was still struggling blindly.

"Wait, Xiao Qiu, don't force it—"

Sizzle!!

Qianmo's tank top was tragically torn.

Two rabbits run side by side on the ground, their reflections shimmering in the water, a sight to behold.

"Eek!? ...

"Don't panic, you should wear mine..."

……

……

A few minutes later, Ye Yinqiu, dressed in men's clothing, came out.

What a beautiful woman dressed as a man!

...No way! Lacking any reference, Ye Yinqiu just wore whatever she could find, resulting in a strange combination of capri pants and a turtleneck sweater. Even though Qian Jing, who was 1.85 meters tall, wore clothes several sizes larger than Ye Yinqiu, the chest area was still stretched taut.

"Wow, Master... Master's clothes... they smell like Master..."

The foolish apprentice hesitated and stammered, but Qian Jing remained unmoved.

On a side note, Qian Jing doesn't really care about breasts or waists; his ideal is a beautiful girl who, after hitting her nose and bleeding profusely, forces a smile.

"Xiao Qiu, let's just have some leftovers tonight. Tomorrow we'll go out for a walk and pick out some women's clothes that fit you."

"Yes, sir!"

Ye Yinqiu was very happy, but Qian Jing had other intentions.

Those two are likely already targeting Ye Yinqiu. If he takes her around, he might be able to lure them out. If he can kill them directly, he can then safely hand Ye Yinqiu over to Lin Zhiyu or Ning Ruozhi.