Tianji Pavilion had an abundance of stations, so Wang Wenyuan’s whereabouts was uncertain, however it was possible to contact him via a special set of communication methods within the Sect.

    It was quiet all around, except for the sound of water splashing from the indoor fountain.

    The metal frame of this iron cage was extremely special, as the metal had a special needle enclosed inside that was a spiritual device specifically used for sealing monks. Although the craftsmanship looked mediocre, the effectiveness was impressive.

    Wang Wenyuan sat on the side, the clipped wing parrot perched on his folding fan tilted its head looking at him, shaking its head and flapping what was left of its wings. He picked up a gold and jade pipe teasing the bird with it, and said casually: “Since Zen Master refuses to speak, then listen to my divination.”

    The parrot was surrounded by the smoke from his pipe, as if it had a button on it which flipped on, it suddenly stood up on one foot, and said: No time left on his life! No time left on his life! Ling Xiao Sect will fall! His life is also at its end!”

    The Zen Master Ming Jing who was sitting in the cage slowly raised his eyes and looked at the Pavilion Lord of Tianji Pavilion, who was dressed in Daoist robes and looked particularly unscrupulous.

    Seeing him looking up, Wang Wenyuan smiled and said, “Zen Master, is it correct what it said?”

    Ming Jing’s hands and feet were all bound up by chains, so tightly that they were cutting into his skin, making blood slowly drip down the chains. The disciples of Lan Re Temple traveled all year round. After his departure from Dan Xin Monastery and from Jiang Xianzun, he had re-entered the mortal realm alone… but he never expected that someone had been tracking him.

    The long fabric covering over his conical bamboo hat had been picked up by Wang Wenyuan, revealing the Buddhist mark between his eyebrows which glowed faintly. After staring into the empty for a moment, Ming Jing said: “Wang Shizhu1, why must you do this.”

    Wang Wenyuan ignored him and teased the bird, and did not answer. Instead, he grabbed the pipe and knocked it on the parrot’s head. The flightless bird immediately jumped twice and tilted his head again and said: “Turbulent times ahead! After his death, the world will be in chaos!”

    The parrot talked more frantically and chaotically, and finally flapped its crooked wings, but couldn’t fly, and fell into the palm of Wang Wenyuan’s hand.

    Wang Wenyuan stared at the bird, curled his lips and smiled for a while, it was not known why he was smiling, but then he finally said: “I made a mistake previously on my divinations, so I have to confirm this with you, Zen Master. I don’t want to provoke the secluded Lan Re Temple. Please Zen Master, could you prioritise your own safety first, don’t pull any of this righteousness in the world cr*p, I don’t like listening to that.”

    The mistake he was referring to was the time in Dan Xin Monastery. Because of a misreading of the divinations, Yu Jinnian had caused him some trouble. He had left something on Wang Moxuan’s body, whilst Yu Jinnian had also left something out of the antidote to the Cylindrical Heart Powder, so that the poison on his body had still not been completely remedied.

    But he didn’t seem to be too bothered by this, as if he seemed to be enjoying this game played with Yu Jinnian.

    Ming Jing watched him silently, then looked down at the blood staining his hands and feet, and said abruptly: “Old Pavilion Lord Wang died during the suppression of the demons.”

    His tone of voice was calm and unwavering, which made Wang Wenyuan, who had always been slow reacting and unflustered, narrow his eyes slightly.

    That was not only the battle where the Old Pavilion Lord died, but it was also the battle where Jiang Zheliu’s reputation had reached its peak. At that time, it was not long after Zhu Wenyuan’s death, Jiang Zheliu had a profound cultivation and a far-reaching reputation, but he was still young. Therefore, that battle was led by the previous Pavilion Lord of Tianji Pavilion, and the Head of the four Immortal Sect at that time, but the Old Pavilion Lord was severely injured due to a sneak attack from the demons, and following that Jiang Zheliu took over the affairs of the Cultivation World.

    And from then on, he became the Head of the Immortal Sects that everyone admired and respected.

    “When the Old Pavilion Lord was gravely injured, Jiang Xianzun guarded him for three days and three nights, almost exhausting his spiritual energy.” Zen Master Ming Jing looked at him and said, “Why do you not value friendship.”

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    Zhongnan Mountain.

    After the heavy snow, there was a night rain that continued for two days. Although it was light, it lingered on throughout the night, melting the heavy snow before, and condensing it into a thin frost.

    His temperature had somewhat risen again and the new medicine made by Yu Jinnian had indeed achieved better results. It was now packed in icy jade bottles that were like snowflakes, a thin layer of red paper stuck around the bottles, and then left on the table.

    The pill bottle was very beautiful, and the medicine did not even taste bitter, exuding a light fragrance from the inside out.

    Yu Jinnian sat in front of his patient who refused to cooperate.

    “What do you have to worry about. From just Devil Lord Wenren’s ‘pride’, could it really ruin you?” Yu Jinnian had worked hard to refine a new medicine, although this bottle of medicine had no effect on his long-term healing, it could temporarily increase his physical strength. The medicine was mild, and would not damage his body. “You have been burning like this for nine days. If something happens, don’t come and ask me for help, there’ll be no cure. This won’t be my problem.”

    Jiang Zheliu had been getting more and more tired lately, and he was finding it quite difficult to keep focus. He quietly listened to Yu Jinnian, not knowing how to explain to him the issue, and only after a long time he said: “The way that devils copulate……”

    “I know.” Yu Jinnian had an indecent look on his face, which immediately vanished in the next instant, seemingly worried he persuaded, “It’s okay, we have been studying this for a long time, Wenren Ye would never do anything that would harm you. Even if you really can’t get used to it, you can start with… uh, rubbing?”

    Jiang Zheliu didn’t know how the other had so brazenly came out with all this. He stared at Yu Jinnian for a while, and said, “You seem to be looking forward to it.”

    Jiang Zheliu actually did feel it.

    Looking at his reaction, Yu Jinnian knew that he was also aware of it, and he felt relieved, and then said: “Just have a go with Lord Wenren. If it works, that would be the best, if there is no way…”

    His words suddenly paused, Jiang Zheliu wasn’t sure what he had thought of, but the other took out a brocade box from his storage device, his expression was very distressed: “Ask him to let you… adjust to it.”

    In fact, his speech was quite implicit and not too direct.

    Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly, not knowing what the other had brought out, and reached out his hand to undo the brass lock on the brocade box, and opened the lid to take a look.

    His fingers froze suddenly, the knuckles that were pressing outside the brocade box began to use a little more force, the joints were slowly turning light pink, whilst his fingertips had turned red.

    Yu Jinnian felt that it was for his sake, a handsome but nosy face leaned forward, and said sincerely: “It’s all good warm jade, and it gets hot when you touch it. It might even feel better than the Devil Lord’s. Your physique just wants you to act, and it doesn’t distinguish between real people and props…”

    Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Zheliu retract his hand, and plonked the teacup down with his other hand making a crisp sound.

    Wenren Ye immediately completed the conversation between the two in his mind, took a deep breath, and felt that he must not disappoint Jiang Zheliu. Then he was so nervous that he almost toppled over, he calmed his mind before holding the brocade box and heading behind the screen.

    He could see a spread of snow white upon the bed, and even his hair and clothes were all white and tidy without any dust. His long hair was a cold, lustrous white, and fell softly, resting on his shoulders.

    Wenren Ye’s throat tightened, and he didn’t know why he was nervous. But in short, he was super nervous. He sat on the edge of the bed, took off his boots, reached into the quilt, and slowly wrapped his body around the other’s shoulders.