I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

When the light of the spiritual transmission shone in Xu Jiayin's palm, her fingers were still trembling slightly.

She was nervous.

How can this lie be covered up?

On the other side of the screen, the first thing that appears is a pond with shimmering blue waves.

The Second Elder remained seated on the blue stone, a dark fishing rod resting across his lap, his long, snow-white eyebrows drooping over his eyes, looking utterly carefree.

The scene was almost identical to the last time I saw him.

Another pair of tattered pants appeared next to the fish basket...

But this time the fish basket wasn't empty like last time; there was a fish that was less than the length of a little finger!

"Jiayin, what brings you to this old man at this hour?" He didn't even look up, his chin held high, and said arrogantly.

"I just caught a big fish, I don't have time to instruct you on cultivation."

As he spoke, he deliberately picked up the fish basket, revealing the happiest little fish swimming inside...

After Xu Jiayin saw the "big fish" clearly, her lips twitched slightly, and she was about to speak.

The image flickered slightly as another figure squeezed in.

Her ethereal white dress trailed on the ground, a light-colored silk sash tied around her waist, and her jet-black hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin.

A few strands of hair hung down the side of her neck.

Xu Miaozhen's face, as beautiful as a peach blossom yet dignified and serene, appeared in the light and shadow, her lips carrying her usual gentle smile:

"Jiayin, why are you sending this message at this hour? Have you gotten into trouble again?"

Her tone was playful, clearly indicating that she was in a good mood.

"Master~"

The moment Xu Jiayin saw Xu Miaozhen, she could no longer hold back her tears, which burst forth.

She began to sob, raising her blood-soaked, mangled hands with a pitiful expression.

On the other side of the screen, the two elders' smiles froze when they saw Xu Jiayin's expression.

Xu Miaozhen's eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned forward instinctively: "What's wrong?"

The Second Elder also raised his head, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp, as if they could see through the light and shadow to see everything.

"You see..."

Xu Jiayin's voice was trembling with tears.

The camera slowly turns to show the scene behind us.

The ground was in mess.

Broken trees, swirling soil, a huge pit over ten feet deep, and traces within a radius of twenty feet as if swept by a hurricane.

In this appalling scene.

Ling Ziyun, a disciple of the Medical Sect, is unconscious.

Cheng Laiyun, a newly accepted disciple of the Mo Sect, is on the verge of death.

Xu Jiayin was covered in injuries.

The image froze for a moment.

Then came a crisp sound.

The Second Elder dropped his fishing rod on the ground.

He stood up from the bluestone, his eyes fixed, his long, snow-white eyebrows raised sharply.

"What's going on?!"

Xu Miaozhen did not speak.

But her fair fingers were already tightly gripping the cuffs of her sleeves, and her knuckles were turning bluish-white.

"Jiayin, explain yourself clearly." Xu Miaozhen's voice remained calm, but beneath that calm lay a chilling edge.

Xu Jiayin bit her lip and recounted the events: "The two senior and junior siblings were preparing to go to Qingzhou to ask Feng Changjin to forge armor, but on the way they encountered a shadowy figure who was trying to steal the Xuanzhu. The two sides fought fiercely, and Cheng Laiyun risked his life to protect himself, but in the end the Xuanzhu was taken away."

She spoke very quickly, even stumbling in some places, but the mess on the ground was the best evidence.

There was a full three-breath silence on the other end of the screen.

The second elder bent down to pick up the fishing rod, his movements slow, as if the rod weighed a ton.

When he straightened up, the laziness on his face had completely vanished, replaced by the authority that only someone who had long held a high position possessed.

"What kind of little cats and dogs dare to lay their hands on my Mo Clan's head?"

"Okay, very good."

By this point, the Second Elder's face had turned as cold as frost.

Xu Miaozhen remained silent throughout.

She simply stared quietly at the devastated battlefield in the scene, at Cheng Laiyun lying on the ground "unconscious," and at the bandaged wounds on Xu Jiayin's hands.

a long time.

She uttered a single word softly:

"who."

That single word, though seemingly light and airy, sent a chill down Xu Jiayin's spine even through the light and shadow.

"What?" Xu Jiayin's aggrieved face froze for a moment.

"I said, who did it?"

Xu Miaozhen's voice remained calm, but a faint fire had already ignited in her phoenix eyes:

"You don't know that person's appearance, features, or background?"

Xu Jiayin shook her head: "He...he kept his face covered..."

"Mm." Xu Miaozhen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

She turned around and walked off-screen, leaving behind only one sentence:

"I'm going to Qingzhou."

The Second Elder was taken aback: "Junior Sister Xu, you..."

"The Xuanzhu belongs to the Mo Sect. Since it was stolen, we must retrieve it." Xu Miaozhen said without turning her head.

"Besides, my disciple is so badly injured, as his master, I have to go and see him."

Her figure disappeared from the screen, leaving only a faint fragrance in the air.

The second elder opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only sighed.

He looked at Xu Jiayin in the video, a complex expression on his old face: "Girl, your master's temper... do you know when the last time she personally came out of seclusion was?"

Xu Jiayin shook her head.

"Ten years ago," the Second Elder held up two fingers, "there was a fourth-rank martial artist in the martial arts world who flirted with her a couple of times. She chased him for over ten thousand miles and finally beat him to death."

He paused, his gaze falling on the ravaged battlefield, and said in a low voice:

"Qingzhou is about to descend into chaos."

Xu Jiayin's heart skipped a beat, but she tried her best to maintain a sorrowful expression on her face.

The Second Elder didn't say anything more, but simply waved his hand: "Take care of yourself first. As for this matter... I will report it to the imperial court first."

The light and shadow faded away.

The Second Elder stood by the pond, staring at the fishing rod in his hand for a long time.

A crack appeared on the fishing rod at some unknown time.

He sighed softly, put away his fishing rod, and walked towards the Ministry of Works.

……

News from the Ministry of Works spread very quickly.

The Mysterious Pearl was stolen, and a disciple of the Mo Sect was injured. The culprit is suspected to be a martial artist of the fifth rank or higher.

These keywords were on the Regent's desk within half an hour.

Gao Heyun had only recently returned to the Regent's Office.

The mission in Yong'an County went relatively smoothly. Although there were some setbacks, they managed to arrest the people who needed to be arrested and investigate the cases that needed to be investigated.

She was about to go back to her room to change her clothes and get a good night's rest when her colleague called her back:

"Lord Gao, there's a new assignment."

Gao Heyun paused, her brows furrowing slightly: "What kind of job?"

"Something's happened in Qingzhou." A colleague handed over a piece of paper:

"The Mysterious Pearl of the Mo Sect has been stolen. The thief is suspected to be a fifth-rank martial artist with metal-attribute supernatural abilities."

"It was reported by the Ministry of Works, and it's somewhat related to the case you handled in Yong'an County last time."

Gao Heyun took the paper, her gaze falling on the words "Xuanzhu," her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.

Two figures flashed through her mind.

A slender, handsome young man with shrewd eyes.

A charming and adorable young lady who always loves to eat sunflower seeds.

The Mysterious Pearl was stolen?!

Fifth rank, metal-attribute supernatural power.

Ling Ziyun, a seventh-rank medical disciple, fell into a coma.

Xu Jiayin, a seventh-rank disciple of the Mo Sect, was seriously injured.

Cheng Laiyun, an eighth-rank disciple of the Mo Sect, was seriously injured.

After reading these messages,

Gao Heyun's usually calm pupils suddenly contracted!

Cheng Laiyun, an eighth-rank official?!

It's only been a few days?!

Before she left, that kid had just entered the Dao!

He's already broken through to the eighth rank?!