The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

"It seems that this Ninth Prince is indeed wealthy." Xuan Yuan nodded slightly, and whispered with a smile.

After learning the price of the servant insect, Xuan Yuan had only this thought in his mind. Only the rich could be so willing to use a large amount of points to exchange for the servant insect, and then parasitize these people with poor abilities to become servants.

However, Xuan Yuan also understood that probably because the strength of the Ninth Prince, the object of the possession, was too weak, the strength of the people he could parasitize with the servant insect would not be that strong.

Looking down at the four corpses lying on the ground, Xuan Yuan waved his hand lightly, and in an instant, the four corpses turned into powder finer than dust, and dissipated in this wilderness, including the four servant insects, all dissipated without leaving any trace.

Xuan Yuan got on the horse and did not look at the four corpses again, but turned the horse's head, because he had wasted a lot of time chasing these four people, and it was equivalent to a part of the journey wasted, and he had to go back to Fengyuan Country.

Three days later, in the capital of Fengyuan, Xuanyuan, wearing a dark outfit, led a thousand-mile horse and walked slowly along the crowd towards the city gate. There were bustling crowds all around, and the people entering and leaving the city gathered into a line.

This city gate is the East Gate, which is quite prosperous. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the east is rich and the west is rich, the south is poor and the north is humble. Most of the people entering and leaving the East Gate are the dignitaries in the court. Ordinary civilians dare not easily set foot here.

After all, if you make some dignitaries unhappy, it is not something that can be covered up with a few words of apology and confession. There is no shortage of dignitaries who bully others by taking advantage of their power.

"Road permit." The soldiers guarding the gate have long lost their enthusiasm in the face of hundreds of residents entering and leaving the city gate every day. Everything is done rigidly according to the rules. Facing Xuanyuan, he spoke in a calm but stern manner.

After Xuanyuan handed over the forged pass, the guards carefully checked it, then nodded slightly and returned it to him: "Five coins for the city entrance fee!"

After the soldiers waved their hands to let him go, although not enthusiastic, they were not difficult at all. Xuanyuan led his horse into the city and walked along the bustling East Street with the crowd. Xuanyuan looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenes on both sides, and felt as if he was in another world.

Of course, this feeling was not Xuanyuan's, but Qingwu's. He grew up in the border and didn't stay in the imperial capital for a long time, but the hurt and pain left by those short years were unforgettable.

"Hate... If you want, I can do something extra for you." Xuanyuan asked softly, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

0617 shrank back, silently timid to the corner of his sea of ​​consciousness and dared not speak.

Although there was no response, it did not prevent Xuanyuan from continuing to whisper with a smile in his voice: "Do you want to seek revenge on them? Although you did not make this wish, I can help you do a little extra, without payment, it is my kindness."

0617 continued to tremble. It naturally could not hear Qing Wu's response, but just frantically refreshed the screen in the data: The host is not kind! Qing Wu, don't agree! The host is going to make trouble! He is not doing this for you!

"Really not?" Xuanyuan's tone was a little regretful, and his eyes seemed to dim. "It's rare for me to be so kind. I really don't need you to pay anything. As long as you nod, I will not let go of all those who secretly attack you."

He came all the way to the imperial capital of Fengyuan Kingdom. If he just investigated the Ninth Prince, it would be too wasteful and it would seem that he valued the Ninth Prince too much. It just so happened that Qing Wu still had many enemies here. Wouldn't it be better to solve them all at once?

Unfortunately, Qing Wu was unwilling to give in and refused to accept his help, which made Xuan Yuan a little disappointed. It was rare for him to be so kind, but Qing Wu refused to appreciate it, which really made him sad.

0617: What is kindness? Host, what are you talking about again? Do you have good intentions?

"Forget it, although you are so ungrateful, I still plan to help you. Who makes me so kind?" Xuan Yuan curled his lips and suddenly laughed. He had already made up his mind. He didn't care whether Qing Wu was willing to take revenge or not. Anyway, he was willing.

Dusting his sleeves and leading the horse, Xuan Yuan walked leisurely to find an inn to stay in, ready to wait for the opportunity to find the enemies of the Ninth Prince and Qing Wu. Anyway, his face was disguised now, and no one could recognize that his face was Qing Wu.

"0617, if the Ninth Prince is the host, how can I confirm his identity? Or, as a system, can you sense his existence?" Xuan Yuan asked with his head tilted.

After hesitating for a long time, 0617 whispered: "He, he betrayed the Lord God and has terminated his relationship with the system. I can't locate him through the system. But, but..."

Xuan Yuan narrowed his eyes: "But what?" 0617's trembling tone, Xuan Yuan could already foresee that the words after this but would not make him so happy.

"But he can find the host through my existence, so, so, maybe now the defected host has already known that you, the host, have come to the imperial capital...嘤." 0617 seemed to know that the words after his but were too annoying, and he shrank into Xuan Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness and did not move.

Xuan Yuan was silent again and again, and finally couldn't help it: "So, not only can you not help me determine his location, but your existence has exposed my own location?"

"Hmm... yes." 0617 hummed and curled up into a ball silently.

Pressing his forehead, Xuanyuan slowly exhaled. For some reason, perhaps because he was used to 0617's unreliability, he was not surprised or angry.

With a flick of his finger, a ray of power suddenly emerged from Xuanyuan's strong soul, directly wrapping up 0617's data flow, blocking it tightly, not letting its data leak out at all, so that no one would find it.

Because of 0617, who was holding him back, Xuanyuan planned to go to the Ninth Prince now. Since he already knew that he had arrived in the imperial capital, he would make arrangements, but he probably didn't expect that he would come directly to his door under the clear sky.

Not to mention, that person should not be able to detect 0617 now.

After leaving the inn, Xuanyuan walked towards the imperial city. When he reached the inner city gate, the guards stood beside the gate with their backs straight, their eyes bright and energetic, always paying attention to the gate, and being vigilant not to let go of even a mosquito.

But Xuanyuan walked through the inner city gate without stopping anyone, allowing him to enter the imperial city smoothly. Although Xuanyuan's steps seemed calm and gentle, he took a step, but the distance was hundreds of meters, shrinking the earth into an inch.

After a few breaths, Xuanyuan appeared outside a palace. Xuanyuan looked up, and a hint of darkness flashed across his dark eyes, and then he walked directly into the palace. Wherever he passed, the female officials and attendants went straight to their own things, as if they didn't notice Xuanyuan at all.

With his hands behind his back and a long sword hanging from his waist, Xuan Yuan entered the inner room of the palace in a casual manner, then frowned slightly and paused. In the bedroom, a thin pink gauze was winding down, covering half of the entire room, creating a rather ambiguous environment.

On the soft couch behind the gauze, half-lying was a young man with half-open clothes, revealing his delicate collarbone and fair chest. Next to this man, there was a tall woman lying on her side. She was reaching out to touch the man's white jade chest. The atmosphere was ambiguous and seductive. The two of them were rubbing their necks together, extremely lingering.

Xuan Yuan frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed across his dark eyes. He stood at the door, and he didn't see any gestures, but a shadow of a long sword suddenly appeared behind him. It was Po Xiao.

A clear sword chant suddenly sounded, and then the two people lying on the soft couch were suddenly attracted by the sword chant, and then suddenly their bodies softened and fell down. The clear sword chant of the Poxiao Sword slowly fell, and its figure disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Looking at the two people lying on the couch, Xuanyuan blinked and asked: "0617, is this the host with high ranking and many points you mentioned?"

So vulnerable? He just made a tentative move, and he fell down?

0617 also felt a little unbelievable, and couldn't help but solemnly said: "Host, he must be pretending to be defeated, so as to reduce the host's vigilance, and then take the opportunity to attack! Host, you must not be fooled."

Xuanyuan pinched his chin with his slender fingers, and then walked towards the two people on the couch. His movements were casual, but he was vigilant. No matter what they had, he could react.

But when Xuanyuan lifted the veil and walked smoothly to the soft couch, the two people lying on the bed still did not react, as if they were really stunned by the sound of the sword.

Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows, and after carefully checking with his spiritual sense, he came to the conclusion that the two people really fainted and lost their minds.

So he just fought wits and courage with the air?