In the world of cultivation, a silver tongue is indispensable.

When your cultivation level isn't enough, emotional intelligence makes up for it.

Chu Xingchen's smile was as warm as a spring breeze:

"You're too modest. After chatting with you for a bit, I can tell you have the grace of a noble lady."

Just as the young lady was about to continue the conversation, Chu Xingchen suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed on Li Xingtian, who was walking towards him.

Chu Xingchen stood up abruptly, knowing that his disciple was deeply engrossed in cultivation and wouldn't leave his practice unless something was amiss.

Li Xingtian took a couple of steps forward, glanced at the brothel girl, and softly said to his master:

"Senior Sister said there's a cold but beautiful woman at the door asking if you live here. Could she be an enemy of yours?"

A cold woman?

Chu Xingchen's eyes lit up instantly. It was clearly Yaoqin looking for him.

He hadn't expected her to come personally; he thought she would send her maid, Aling, to call him.

Chu Xingchen sighed with relief and said, "It's nothing. She's an acquaintance of mine. Let's head back together."

The brothel girl watched as Chu Xingchen was about to leave without a second thought, feeling anxious. It was rare to meet such a celestial-like man.

Unable to contain her affection, the girl called out, "Sir, my name is Wanyun. May I ask for your name?"

Chu Xingchen paused, glanced back with a hint of reluctance, but finally sighed:

"We are all wanderers in this world, why must we know each other to meet?"

With that, he turned and left without hesitation.

For Chu Xingchen, this was merely an exercise in using his long-unused silver tongue technique.

It seemed he hadn't lost his touch.

Don't linger on me, I'm just a legend now.

Wanyun stood there, stunned, holding her pipa, murmuring softly:

"To meet... why must we know each other..."

Unnoticed by both, a young man in white also heard these words.

In fact, he had listened from beginning to end, utterly captivated.

At the closing words, his eyes lit up, watching Chu Xingchen and Li Xingtian's departing figures.

He smiled broadly, suppressing his excitement, "Good, good, good..."

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Chu Xingchen and Li Xingtian quickly returned to their rented courtyard house.

As they reached the entrance, they heard Li Yingling's slightly fawning voice from inside:

"Sister, why would I lie to you?"

Yaoqin's suspicious voice followed:

"I felt you were lying from the moment you were at the door."

Chu Xingchen stepped inside and saw Yaoqin sitting on a stone chair in the courtyard, with his First Disciple smilingly pouring her tea.

Their footsteps went unnoticed, and both Li Yingling and Yaoqin turned their gazes towards them.

Li Yingling, seeing her master return, sighed in relief.

At least the visitor wasn't here for revenge.

Yaoqin, upon seeing Chu Xingchen, stood up abruptly, swiftly appearing before him, and grabbed his hand.

Her spiritual sense surged into Chu Xingchen's body.

Chu Xingchen looked at Yaoqin in confusion, his own Golden Core automatically resisting the intrusion.

"What are you doing?"

Yaoqin's expression was icy as she bluntly said, "Let me see!"

"Isn't this inappropriate? With so many people here."

"Then the matter you entrusted to me ends here!"

Faced with her overwhelming presence, Chu Xingchen relented, allowing Yaoqin's spiritual sense to enter his body.

Li Yingling watched the scene in bewilderment, wondering what was happening.

Li Xingtian silently observed, thinking it was just a trivial matter of romance.

Master is good, but he hasn't yet seen through this layer, which is a pity.

Once Chu Xingchen relaxed his Golden Core's defenses, Yaoqin's spiritual sense entered smoothly.

Yaoqin was left stunned.

The spiritual power flowing within was incredibly pure, of high quality, and the aura was balanced and peaceful.

Moreover, the speed of the spiritual energy flow was extremely fast, with the Golden Core's inhalation and exhalation intervals being exceptionally quick, indicative of a Supreme Golden Core!

And the level of this spiritual power should at least be at the Late Core Formation Stage, right?

However, after thoroughly checking for any traces of blood qi from talismans or spirit stones, Yaoqin relaxed and released his hand.

At least Chu Xingchen was genuinely not an evil cultivator.

This was a fundamental issue.

Chu Xingchen curiously asked, "Why is everything so strange today?"

Yaoqin handed him a talisman from Zhao Wanqing, saying, "Look at this talisman, the blood qi is almost identical to the Blood Qi Spirit Stone you gave me."

Taking the talisman, Chu Xingchen slightly activated it, and the blood qi surged forth, but this blood qi...

"Is it from the Demon Suppression Bureau?"

"How did you know?" Yaoqin asked suspiciously.

"The person who got caught by the Demon Suppression Bureau was someone I fished out from the Yuzhou River outside the city. You could say I saved his life."

Chu Xingchen felt that no matter the world, it was like a grand farce.

How did he end up fishing a person, and then it all circled back to him?

"You fished him out?!" Yaoqin was incredulous.

Chu Xingchen sighed and briefly explained to Yaoqin how he had fished out that lucky fellow and saved the young man's life.

Yaoqin said nothing, but Li Yingling, who had been listening intently, spoke up first:

"Master, next time you go fishing, take me with you."

Li Yingling originally thought her master had simply fished out a person.

She hadn't expected such a story to unfold.

She had thought fishing was just about holding a rod and waiting for a bite.

Who knew it could lead to such an adventure, much better than wandering aimlessly in the streets?

Chu Xingchen glared at his First Disciple in exasperation.

Li Yingling just smiled sheepishly in response.

"Master? Are these your disciples?" Yaoqin frowned slightly.

Chu Xingchen shrugged helplessly, "Yes... two leaky old coats."

"Master!" Li Yingling pouted in protest.

Calling Li Xingtian a leaky coat was acceptable, as he was always quiet and seemed indifferent to their master.

But she was different; she mostly listened to her master and even helped with tasks within her capability.

What did he mean by old coats? She was definitely a luxurious and beautiful eighteen-layered down jacket!

Chu Xingchen ruffled Li Yingling's hair as a form of comfort, then turned to Yaoqin:

"You didn't come just to suspect me of foul play, did you? Has the Blood Qi Spirit Stone been dealt with?"

Yaoqin was taken aback by his words, her previously cold demeanor faltering, her gaze drifting aside.

Chu Xingchen understood from her expression.

It hadn't been resolved after all.