I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Xiao Jingliu straddled his neck, her hands gripping his hair tightly.

Feeling a bit dizzy from being jostled around, she gritted her teeth and scolded, "Put me down! What kind of behavior is this!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, or we're both done for!"

Qi Ye kept moving, hopping and swaying, deliberately choosing to go through the dimly lit alleys, and disappeared around the corner of the night in the blink of an eye.

The once vast square was now a scene of utter devastation.

Broken stone bricks and traces of battle were scattered all over the ground.

A group of Yun cavalrymen who rushed to the scene stood in formation, looking at the empty space.

We looked at each other, staring at each other blankly.

Chapter 205 Exposure

Second day

Shence Mansion

"Can't you just give me a break?"

Jing Yuan sat behind his desk, holding a memorial in his hand, without even raising his head.

Qi Ye stood in front of the desk, a smile on her face that had been there for quite a while.

When I woke up this morning, someone from the General's Mansion asked me to come over.

He knew he had been exposed, so all he could do was keep smiling foolishly.

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face.

"General, what are you saying? When have I ever been a troublemaker?"

"Last night, Xingchahai Square."

Jingyuan slammed the memorial on the table, looked up, and gave a half-smile.

"Don't tell me that mess has nothing to do with you."

After all, I'm also the master's apprentice. You should think carefully before you speak.

Qi Ye laughed dryly:

"Well... Master wanted to spar with me."

I couldn't very well refuse when Lord Sword Master wanted to test his apprentices.

Who knew that the old lady would get more and more into it, and eventually couldn't stop...

"You call her an old lady."

Jing Yuan smiled.

"Won't she hit you if she hears that?"

"She's so small now, it doesn't hurt when she hits me."

"So you really did tear down the square."

Qi Ye blinked and puffed out his chest:

"General, didn't you already know? Since you already know, then I won't deny it."

To be honest, the commotion last night was indeed orchestrated by my master and me.

Jing Yuan looked at him for a long while, then smiled.

"You didn't even deny it."

"What's there to deny?"

Qi Ye was perfectly justified.

"You already know that Master has shrunk, what's the point of me hiding it from you?"

Besides, Senior Sister…

"Don't call me senior sister." Jing Yuan raised her hand to interrupt. "I don't like it."

Qi Ye's eyes darted around thoughtfully: "Then... Senior Brother?"

A vein throbbed on Jing Yuan's forehead.

"This is only temporary."

Seeing this, Qi Ye quickly smiled apologetically.

"Maybe one day I'll sell a light cone that can turn you into a man. If you do, you can buy one, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Jing Yuan took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to draw his sword.

She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and waited until she could catch her breath before speaking again:

"Remember to give it to me immediately if you ever do."

"Of course! Generals first! But General, I have a few other ones here, would you like to take a look while you're at it?"

"No." Jing Yuan refused outright, not even wanting to listen.

She then put down her teacup, her gaze returning to Qi Ye, and changed the subject:

"By the way, how is Danheng doing?"

Mentioning Danheng, Qi Ye's expression fell.

"Still asleep, Master's attack was truly merciless."

Brother Long collapsed on the ground like a dead dragon, and it was March 7th and Xing who carried him back.

I checked on him this morning, and he hasn't been yelling about Dragon Transformation 13.0 anymore, but he still occasionally mentions in his sleep that he needs me to restart it.

Jing Yuan sighed helplessly, and after a while, his expression became more serious:

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Qi Ye, do you know that the news of the Dragon Masters collectively becoming demented has already spread?

The other immortal ships' Vidyadharas were furious, and many have been pressuring Luofu recently, demanding an explanation from me.

Qi Ye didn't say anything, after all, this matter was indeed quite serious.

"But strangely enough,"

Jing Yuan looked at him.

“Those who have seen you and know you were there are all very stubborn.”

The Yunqi Army asked all night, but still couldn't get your name.

Several people were clearly terrified, but they stubbornly refused to say anything.

Qi Ye knew in her heart that it was probably a side effect of becoming a god.

Divinity cleanses all things, except for evil intentions.

But those who witnessed his miracles, even if they didn't become senile, were left with something in their hearts.

"Really? That's great."

Qi Ye grinned, "It shows I have good character, and everyone is willing to cover for me."

"Do you even have any integrity?" Jing Yuan scoffed.

"But that's good. Try to avoid crowded places lately and behave yourself during this time."

"Don't worry, General, I'll go back to Xingchahai and stay there. I won't even leave the house."

"It's okay if you go out, just don't make as much noise as you did last night."

Jingyuan picked up the folded document again, seemingly intending to end the conversation.

But then, as if remembering something, he added:

"Also, spend more time with Fu Xuan when you have time."

Qi Ye was taken aback: "Lord Fu Xuan? What happened to her?"

Jing Yuan raised his eyes, a half-smile on his face: "You decide for yourself."

Qi Ye scratched his head: "General, what you said is as good as saying nothing at all."

"You decide what to do? How would I know what Lord Fu Xuan is thinking?"

"You'll find out when you get there."

Jingyuan had already lowered his head to look at the memorial again.

"Is there anything else? If not, then leave. Remember to close the door behind you."

"General, are you really not going to invite me to have breakfast? I came here hungry."

"Turn right after you leave, it's Chang Le Street. You can pay on credit if you mention my name."

"If I mention your name, won't people think I'm stupid?"

"You can give it a try."

Qi Ye pursed her lips, but still moved towards the door.

It was still early when we left the Shence Mansion.

Qi Ye pondered whether to return to Xingchahai to see Dan Heng first, or to go find Fu Xuan first.

"Never mind, let's go check on Fu Xuan."

The general has already put it this way; it would seem heartless of me not to go.

He lifted his foot and walked towards the direction of the Temple.

Just across the street, I saw a familiar figure in the open space ahead.

Yanqing, the child had his back to him, and the sword in his hand was already drawn, but he wasn't practicing.

He stood there, staring at the reflection on the blade, muttering to himself.

"Be confident...be confident...I need to believe in Mr. Yang..."

Qi Ye paused, almost bursting out laughing.

He tiptoed closer and heard Yanqing still whispering:

"Mr. Yang said, confidence is the peak."

With a single sword strike, all mountains crumble. I, Yanqing, have practiced swordsmanship for many years, but what I lack is confidence.

Yes, it's about self-confidence. If I don't even believe in myself, how can the sword believe in me...?

"puff."

Qi Ye couldn't hold it in any longer.

Yanqing turned around abruptly, sheathed her sword, and her face immediately turned red.

"who!"

"me."

Qi Ye raised her hands, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"Young Brother Yanqing, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"Are you chanting incantations? Or did Uncle Yang give you some kind of 'Fairy Boat Brand Chicken Soup' again?"

"Mr. Qiye".

Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief, but her face was still very red.

"Why have you come? I'm not chanting a spell, I'm... I'm comprehending the sword's essence."

"How far have you come to understand this?"

"I realized... self-confidence."

Yanqing gripped the sword, her eyes surprisingly serious.