I manage female characters in all the heavens.

What else can I, Wu Santong, do besides help girls fight, drive carriages, and do manual labor?

I can't do anything!

If this continues, the girl will definitely kick me out, and then I won't be able to repay my guilt towards her.

Absolutely not!

He quickly considered what the girl might need and what he could do to help.

Finally, he had an idea.

“The young lady is now quite wealthy and her status in the martial arts world is becoming increasingly noble. Even the Quanzhen Sect has to respect her. Therefore, her clothing, food, housing and transportation should naturally be upgraded accordingly to match her status.”

"Perhaps I can help the girl recruit some people, train them, and provide the best service for her in all aspects of life, including food, clothing, housing, and transportation. As the manager, my importance will naturally be greatly enhanced."

When Wu Santong told Li Mochou about his idea, she was taken aback.

Yes, now I have money, power, status, martial arts skills, and beauty. If I were to go back to riding a horse, taking a broken carriage, or even walking, wouldn't all my hard work have been for nothing?

I am the Fairy Li, my feet cannot touch the ground, that would be a great blasphemy against the word "fairy"!

I need a grand display!

Chapter 67 The Little Fairy of the Ancient Tomb, Possessing Boundless Magical Power

"Okay, Lao Wu, you've reminded me that it's indeed time to differentiate myself from before."

"I'll leave this matter to you. Money is no problem. Even if the 10,000 taels of gold given by the Quanzhen Sect isn't enough, we can raise more money. We must upgrade the standards."

Then she suddenly smiled and said, "When the time comes, we can take this fancy trip to Shaolin Temple and settle the score with that bald monk."

"That bald monk bullied us so much back then, we have to show him how well we're doing now!"

Wu Santong was overjoyed to receive the imperial decree and happily took a large sum of money to help the girl put on a grand show.

The young lady instructed: The scale must be grand, the standards high, the furnishings excellent, the atmosphere impressive, the maids beautiful, and the fruit delicious…

Aside from the last two items being rather odd, Wu Santong stated that he was professional about the first two.

Back when Master Yideng was not yet a monk, he was the ruler and emperor of Dali. Wu Santong, as his disciple, used to put on a grand show for his imperial master.

Or rather, their four disciples—the fisherman, the woodcutter, the farmer, and the scholar—were themselves part of Emperor Duan's grandeur.

It's just about showing off, it's just about the specifications, just take it and use it!

Not long after, Ma Xiaotian returned, looking rather unwell.

"The Quanzhen Sect received inside information that a minister in the Jin court proposed restricting the Quanzhen Sect's propagation in order to suppress its growing power. At the same time, they also wanted to use this as leverage to force the Quanzhen Sect to serve the Jin state."

Li Mochou raised an eyebrow: "Is it caused by Yang Zhichang's matter?"

Ma Xiaotian shook his head: "I'm not sure, but that might be part of the reason. Previously, Yang Zhichang was passing messages to the Jin Kingdom, so the Jin Kingdom was able to keep track of the Quanzhen Sect's movements in real time."

"Now that Yang Zhichang has been lost, the Jin state's grasp of the Quanzhen Sect's movements has become blurred. Given the size of the Quanzhen Sect, it is indeed enough to arouse the Jin state's vigilance."

Throughout Taoist history, various sects have frequently risen up in rebellion. With their historical achievements as evidence, no one would feel at ease with the Quanzhen School.

Since they could not control the Quanzhen Sect, suppression became the only option, and if necessary, they would not hesitate to destroy it.

"How do the Seven Masters of Quanzhen plan to handle this matter?" Miss Li was very curious. Would they simply rebel due to their fiery tempers?

Ma Xiaotian made no secret of the matter: "After discussion, Chongyang Palace decided to send Qiu Chuji to Zhongdu to meet with Emperor Wan of Jin and persuade him. Qiu Chuji had already been summoned to the palace twice before and had a very pleasant conversation with Emperor Wan. There is a foundation of relations, so this matter has great potential."

"However, just in case, Wang Chuyi secretly entered Zhongdu to lie in wait, so that he could help Qiu Chuji evacuate Zhongdu should anything happen."

"Ma Yu, along with Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, and over a hundred elite Quanzhen disciples, lay in ambush outside Zhongdu City, ready to storm the city and rescue people if necessary."

In a world where martial arts masters can take on a hundred men single-handedly, Ma Yu and his men were truly capable of forcibly breaking into Zhongdu to rescue people.

Unless it's a direct confrontation with a large-scale army, only martial arts masters can stop it.

Finally, Hao Datong and Sun Bu'er stayed behind at Chongyang Palace to guard against a possible attack on the mountain and to organize their disciples to resist or break through.

It is rare in the history of the Quanzhen School that all seven disciples of Quanzhen were assigned tasks and worked on the same matter.

A sense of impending doom washed over the two of them.

Li Mochou suddenly remembered that in the original story, Wang Chuyi, Qiu Chuji, and Ma Yu also went to Zhongdu to discuss a martial arts contest with the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan.

Now they are also going to Zhongdu. Are the two things overlapping?

That Huang Rong...

She quickly decided to go to Zhongdu as well!

It's not far, but it's not close either, over a thousand kilometers.

The reason I didn't plan to go to the Central Plains before was because my martial arts skills were low. Now that I'm in a period of rapid improvement, it would be sinful and unacceptable to waste time looking at beautiful women.

Now that her strength is comparable to that of a half-step Five Masters, the benefits of cultivating step by step have greatly decreased, while the benefits of fighting, seizing opportunities, and seeking enlightenment have increased.

The great battle is in Zhongdu, the opportunity is in Zhongdu, and the enlightenment is in Zhongdu. If you don't go, you'll be doing yourself a disservice!

and……

She pulled out the pistol she had snatched from Yang Zhichang from her bosom; it still had two bullets inside.

"Yang Zhichang got the gun from Liu Zhifei. Liu Zhifei even had walkie-talkies and other things. According to Liu Chuxuan, his way of speaking was also quite peculiar. It seems that he is the time traveler."

"He died suddenly, so there was obviously no time to make arrangements for his funeral. Maybe there are some interesting things left in his house."

"His family happens to live in Zhongdu, so I'll go and visit them while I'm there."

Even if we don't find anything mysterious, even just finding a few bullets would be a huge gain.

In her hands, a single bullet could essentially represent the fate of one of the Five Greats; she could never have too many bullets.

Putting away her pistol, she touched the Listening Rain Sword beside her and remembered something.

Previously, when she was imprisoned, the Listening Rain Sword was naturally taken away by the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Later, after the misunderstanding was cleared up, the Listening Rain Sword was returned to her by Sun Bu'er with a face full of shame.

Sun Bu'er was shocked and said that the Tingyu Sword was the most solid and transparent sword she had ever seen in her life. It was definitely a peerless divine weapon, worthy of being passed down through the ages. There might never be another sword in the world that could compare to it.

Only then did Li Mochou truly realize the value of the Listening Rain Sword; it might not even be worth ten thousand taels of gold.

Without a word, the owner of Zuixianlou gave her all of it, his generosity was astounding.

"I promised to advertise for Zuixianlou, so it seems I have to put in a lot of effort to promote it properly, otherwise my conscience will not be at ease, and it will be detrimental to my cultivation."

Owner of Zuixianlou, you deserve to be rich and powerful!

She then returned to the ancient tomb, obtained a portion of the Nine Yin Manual, and passed it on to Lin Yunshuang, Ma Xiaotian, and Wu Santong, thereby enhancing their strength.

She no longer cared about the mere Nine Yin Manual and sent it to them without hesitation, moving several people to tears.

A few days later, before the Seven Masters of Quanzhen had even decided on the candidates to go to Zhongdu, Wu Santong had already prepared all the necessary arrangements.

The palanquin is carried by 16 people, with 8 people on each side. All of them are beautiful women with certain martial arts skills, and they are all dressed in white skirts. It is both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

In addition, 12 women in green, holding instruments such as flutes, xiao, xun, sheng, qin, zheng, pipa, and konghou, played and sang along the way, four in front and eight behind, creating a vibrant and beautiful scene.

There were also 36 women in green robes standing guard on both sides, swords in hand, their expressions menacing.

Finally, Wu Santong and Ma Xiaotian, two top experts, rode their horses in front. As the only two men in the group, they wore black brocade robes with the Four Symbols Formation Flags, standing out like a single green dot amidst a sea of ​​flowers, and were responsible for drawing fire.

From this day forward, they will be the Azure Dragon and White Tiger, the Four Guardians of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

Li Xianzi changed into a high-end custom-made white flowing fairy dress with wide sleeves, worth several hundred taels of silver, and then flew into the air.

She landed like a fairy on the magnificent palanquin and sat down. The canopy was raised and the curtains were lowered. Four of the most beautiful maids immediately came over to massage her legs and shoulders, feed her fruit and pour her wine. It was an extremely extravagant affair.

The fairy laughed heartily, full of vigor and high spirits, and with a wave of her hand, she led her troops to Zhongdu!

"The Tomb Immortal, possessing boundless magical power! His supernatural abilities are vast, and he reigns supreme over the Central Plains!"

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen fell silent as they watched the orderly and imposing procession depart from Chongyang Palace.

Is it too late to do the cutting now?

This doesn't seem like the right path at all!

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Chapter 68 This young lady is so pitiful!

Zhongdu is now the capital of the Jin Dynasty.

At noon, the vermilion buildings and embroidered doors on both sides of the Imperial Street in Zhongdu City opened one after another, and wine flags fluttered in the early summer breeze.

The freshly unloaded spices from the Western Regions mingled with the rising steam from the steamed bun shop, and the silver coins jingled as the Persian merchant unwrapped the colorful silk bundles.

The stone bridge over the moat was crowded with Jurchen nobles wearing gold-embroidered plaques, Han scholars wearing net turbans, and Uyghur horse traders with gold earrings.

The streets were bustling with people and vehicles, filled with shouts and noises, creating a vibrant and prosperous scene.

Suddenly, the sound of whips cracking echoed from the direction of the palace, and a group of knights rode out, completely ignoring the crowded people.

"Get out of the way!" the knight captain shouted, cracking his whip.

The crowd immediately retreated to both sides of the street and into the depths of the alley, leaving the street in a mess, and it took a long time to return to the lively atmosphere it had just been.

Among the crowd, a pretty girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old with a slender figure couldn't help but frown.

"To run rampant on horseback with such disregard for the safety of the people is outrageous!"

She was dressed in red, her skin was so white it was almost thin, and her eyes were shrouded in a melancholy reminiscent of the misty waters of Jiangnan.

What's most captivating are her eyes, clear and bright, always holding a hint of shyness and a touch of stubbornness when she looks at people, like apricot blossoms after the rain, gentle yet resilient.

Beside her stood a weathered middle-aged man who looked so old that people would believe he was in his sixties or seventies.

His face was dark, etched with the lines of northern winds and sandstorms and sorrow, especially the deep crease between his brows, which seemed to be carrying a heavy burden.

Only his eyes, when inadvertently raised, still flash with the hardness and sparks of clashing metal—a stubbornness etched into his very bones, a legacy of the Yang family generals.

Yang Tiexin sighed, "We can't control this... Let's go, Nianci, let's find a place to set up a martial arts arena and continue the martial arts contest to find you a husband."

He shouldered his pack, picked up his iron spear, and turned to head in a more remote direction.

The main road was frequently traversed by officials and soldiers from Jinting on horseback, causing chaos and making it an unsuitable place for a fighting contest.

He set his sights on a place in the West District, where there was an open space where various acrobatic performances were often held, and where many martial arts practitioners gathered, making it a good place for a martial arts contest to find a husband.