Chapter 1862: Just Finished Drinking

**Fantasy Novel**

Fury value from Yun Jianyue: 666,666,666…

Zu An immediately broke into a sweat. He had been in such a rush and so flustered just now that he had hastily tied something, not realizing he had made a mistake. The crucial part was that Yun Jianyue had discovered it, leading to utter humiliation.

After Qiu Honglei and Yun Jianyue had walked some distance, she couldn't help but ask, "Master, what did you mean by that just now? You seemed very angry."

"Nothing, just a reminder for him," Yun Jianyue replied coldly. No wonder she had just encountered Xie Daoyun running out, looking shy and guilty, especially with lips much more plump and moist than usual. So that's what they were doing! This was outrageous! They had clearly spoken of each other like siblings before. Is there any brother in this world who would do *that* with his sister? The crucial point was when they had reached that stage. From their previous interactions, Xie Daoyun was clearly a well-bred lady from a prestigious family with strict upbringing. How could she have agreed to such antics with him?

"Master, did you smell anything strange in the room just now, like... " Qiu Honglei's face suddenly flushed, too embarrassed to continue.

Yun Jianyue immediately grew wary: "You also did *that* with him?"

"What?" Qiu Honglei looked somewhat confused. Of course, she wouldn't have thought her master would discuss such matters with her, so her mind didn't go in that direction.

"Nothing, I didn't smell anything just now," Yun Jianyue huffed. She also found discussing such things with her disciple too absurd, so she simply pretended not to have noticed anything.

Qiu Honglei breathed a sigh of relief: "I knew it. It seems I was overthinking things."

Yun Jianyue looked at her disciple's delighted expression, about to speak but stopping herself. *You actually weren't wrong*, she thought. *Oh, her disciple usually seemed so clever, manipulating countless annoying men within the Sacred Cult. How could she be so foolish now? Should she remind her? But it was a bit shameful for her, as a master, to teach her disciple how to flirt with men.*

Meanwhile, Pei Mianman hurried back to the Biluo Palace's encampment, where Grandmaster Huoling, Wan Tongtian, Wan Guiyi, and others were gathered around a table, eating.

"Did you bid him farewell?" Grandmaster Huoling's expression was displeased. Her carefully nurtured disciple was completely preoccupied with another man; it would be truly disgraceful for her as a master if this got out.

"Yes," Pei Mianman subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth, only truly relaxing after ensuring there were no residues.

"Oh, why did you change your clothes again?" Grandmaster Huoling eyed her suspiciously.

Pei Mianman's heart skipped a beat: "We'll be traveling a long distance soon, and I felt that outfit wasn't suitable." The front of that outfit was completely soiled, and it reeked strongly; how could she possibly wear it out?

"Don't tell me that boy did something to you?" Grandmaster Huoling frowned, looking like a parent whose precious, well-raised daughter was constantly running off with some troublesome youth.

"No, nothing," Pei Mianman's face flushed. *Strictly speaking, I was the one who did something to him.*

At this moment, Wan Tongtian laughed, trying to smooth things over: "Girls like to look pretty; changing clothes frequently isn't a big deal."

Grandmaster Huoling's eyes narrowed: "I usually stick to one style of clothing, and even when I change, it's something similar. So, according to the sect leader, I don't pay attention to my appearance?"

Wan Tongtian's hand, which was picking up food, froze. He truly got caught in the crossfire. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, laughing it off awkwardly, then beckoned to Pei Mianman: "Manman, come eat quickly. We need to eat our fill before we set off. We'll be traveling continuously from now on, so you'll need plenty of energy."

"Yes, Master-Uncle Sect Leader."

As soon as Pei Mianman sat down, Grandmaster Huoling served her a bowl of soy milk, saying kindly, "This is made from spirit beans meticulously cultivated in the Zheng Yang Sect's herb garden. Each bean is brimming with the essence of heaven and earth. If something hadn't happened to the Zheng Yang Sect, we probably wouldn't have been lucky enough to drink this. Have a few more bowls."

Seeing the white bowl of soy milk before her, Pei Mianman's peach blossom eyes widened. Finally, she couldn't help but rush to the side: "Ugh!"

Seeing her dry-heaving, Grandmaster Huoling: "???" *Such a strong reaction. Could she be pregnant?*

Wan Tongtian and his son also looked at her in confusion. Why such a strong reaction? Did she dislike drinking this? They had never heard of her having such an aversion before, and this soy milk from Purple Mountain was indeed very fragrant and refreshing. Just as they were about to ask, Pei Mianman quickly waved her hand: "No need, I've already had enough. I'll go back and rest for a bit first." With lingering fear in her heart, she scurried away. The remaining few exchanged bewildered glances, not understanding what had happened. When had she drunk soy milk?

Meanwhile, Zu An was awkwardly cleaning up the mess in his room. He didn't want anyone to accidentally walk in on him again; his heart had truly been on a rollercoaster ride tonight.

After tidying up, he sat at his desk, lost in thought. *What was I planning to think about just now? Hmm, I never imagined the Goddess's Kiss had such a wondrous effect. It was truly breathtaking. When should I let Chuyan try it too? But she's always been so cold and aloof. Would she be so mortified that she'd beat me to death? And I absolutely can't let Sister Yan know, or my skin will be peeled off.*

While he was lost in wild thoughts, a guard suddenly saluted at the doorway: "Lord Zu, I have an important matter to report."

"Come in," Zu An replied distractedly. Soon, a guard in the Imperial Forest Army uniform walked in, kneeling again in salute.

"What important matter do you have?"

"It concerns King Yan, he seems to..."

Seeing him hesitate, Zu An grew curious: "Don't be afraid, just tell me directly." As he spoke, he walked over and reached out to help him up. At that moment, the guard suddenly looked up, lightly blew a puff of greenish smoke into his face, and simultaneously pulled out a dagger from his hand, lunging to stab him. However, as soon as he raised his hand, a sharp pain shot through his wrist. It turned out Zu An had already gripped his wrist, twisting it back against his neck. This move alone should have dislocated his arm, but unexpectedly, the guard's arm suddenly became as soft as a loach, twisting and breaking free from his grip in a bizarre manner, then darting to the side. Just as he was about to speak, Zu An was already right in front of him, like a shadow, gripping his shoulder. The guard instantly felt a surge of immense power, completely unable to muster any qi.

"Ow, ow, ow, it's me! I was just joking with you!" At this moment, a clear voice rang out, clearly that of a woman.

Zu An reached out, felt her face, then directly pulled off a mask, revealing a face that was both charming and petulant. She was clearly very mysterious, neither wholly good nor evil, yet she possessed a dignified and classic face, though at the moment, her eyes were teary, clearly in pain.

"Tang Tian'er?" Recognizing her face, Zu An frowned, but didn't release her.

"Young Master, it's been so long! I was just playing a joke on you. Do you have to be so fierce?" Tang Tian'er pouted playfully.

"Heh," Zu An sneered, "Joking with an assassination attempt?"

"That smoke just now wasn't poisonous, and that dagger was actually made of paper. If you don't believe me, check it!" Seeing his stern expression, Tang Tian'er grew a little anxious.

Zu An casually pushed her aside, sat back down, and said calmly, "If that weren't the case, you would probably be dead by now." In truth, he had noticed these anomalies from the start, which was why he held back. Otherwise, while he wouldn't have killed this "assassin" on the spot, he would have broken her limbs and then slowly interrogated her.

"It's just been too long since I saw you! I wanted to test your alertness," Tang Tian'er said familiarly, moving to Zu An's side to massage his shoulders and legs.

"You could easily go too far with that," Zu An said gravely. "Not everyone can discern it in time like I did and hold back."

"Oh, I only do this with you; I wouldn't play like this with anyone else," Tang Tian'er huffed.

"How did you get in?" Zu An asked curiously. This place, if not a dragon's lair or tiger's den, was certainly close to it. With such major changes happening at Purple Mountain, King Yan, along with the Tiger Guards and Imperial Forest Army, had surrounded the area layer upon layer.

"For someone like me, who specializes in disguise, the more people there are, the more flaws there are to exploit," Tang Tian'er said, a little smug. "The reason I took such a big risk to find you this time is because I heard you were back, and I couldn't resist my longing for you."

Zu An's expression remained calm: "Alright, tell me, what do you really want?"

"I really just missed you," Tang Tian'er said, looking wronged.

Zu An was unmoved: "If you're not going to tell me, I'm leaving." With that, he made to get up.

"No, no, no!" Tang Tian'er quickly grabbed him. "Is the dog emperor really dead?"

"It concerns state secrets, so I cannot comment," Zu An replied. He knew that the Carefree Pavilion seemed to have an ambiguous connection with the remnants of the previous dynasty, and her visit this time was likely for this reason.

Tang Tian'er grumbled, "I've helped you so much, even sacrificing my innocence to save you, and yet you've abandoned me, unwilling to help me even with such a small matter."

Zu An recalled the time during their escape when she had hidden him in a bathtub to evade pursuers. He subconsciously glanced at her lower abdomen. He seemed to remember at the time that she didn't have... Feeling his gaze, Tang Tian'er's face flushed, and she said coyly, "Pervert."

Zu An felt a headache coming on: "Alright, the emperor is dead. He died in the secret realm, and his body is gone." She would find out about this sooner or later anyway, so he might as well do her a favor.

"You're the best, Young Master! I knew you wouldn't be so heartless," Tang Tian'er exclaimed, hugging him and giving him a kiss, her eyes curving like crescent moons. "How would Young Master like me to thank you?" As she spoke, she lightly pecked his earlobe and mischievously exhaled a warm breath. Her voice was as sweet as honey, and coupled with a smile even sweeter than her voice, it was truly enough to make any man stiffen.

However, Zu An was remarkably calm now: "Miss Tang, there's no need for this. Friends should interact more openly and honestly, without resorting to your usual methods." Big Manman's Goddess's Kiss was truly too potent; it had left him utterly defeated countless times. How could he possibly harbor any illicit thoughts now?

Tang Tian'er froze, a flicker of admiration in her eyes. She rose and bowed respectfully to him: "Young Master is truly a noble gentleman; Tian'er is deeply impressed. In fact, Young Master misunderstood; I only act this way towards you. No one else can even touch a single finger of mine. But since Young Master dislikes it, I will be mindful of it in the future."