Chapter 171: Divine Spymirror (1/2)

So marked the end of the entire affair, a better conclusion than what the nine celestial emperors had expected.

“With the emergence of a sacred land for immortal dao, the world will prosper. Even if we fail to ascend, we may die in peace. It is unfortunate that it ended so soon...” sighed one of the celestial emperors.

Although the gathering had ended, many still remained in Dusk. Quite a few had already entered the inheritance pagoda.

……

“What? I have to travel to the capital for my appointment?” Lu Yun was ready to head to the North Sea for the hidden dragon tombs. However, a decree issued by the Nephrite court had arrived, ordering him to make a trip to the capital for the ceremony. That left him greatly disgruntled.

“Can’t I just resign?” he whined.

“No,” Qing Han denied frostily. The poison remained in his system, but he’d regained his consciousness and high spirits. “You worked so hard to earn your title. How can you just resign?”

“Ugh, fine,” Lu Yun reluctantly acquiesced. “Hey, will I see Qing Yu when I go to the capital?” Thinking of the girl who haunted his dreams filled his heart with eagerness.

“You will.” Qing Han nodded, but then added, “Didn’t you tell my big brother that you don’t like her though?”

“I… it’s not....” Lu Yun hurriedly shook his head. “I mean that I don’t really know how I feel about her without meeting her in person. I have to at least see her before I can decide, yeah?”

“Right.” Qing Han maintained an unusually cold expression and nodded slightly. He hadn’t been able to look Lu Yun in the eyes all this time. After all, his friend had seen him disrobed and topless. Although the Imperial Star had masked his true self, it was still his… her body. He could only talk tough at the moment and adopt a chilly expression to hide his shyness.

Lu Yun didn’t think too much of it. He assumed Qing Han’s stern expression was due to his recent recovery, which made the governor feel even more guilty.

“That’s it?” Qing Han asked, unconvinced.

“Yeah.” Lu Yun scratched his head. “Don’t think too much. I swear on my character that I’m straight! I don’t like men!”

……

Instead of returning to its usual tranquility, Dusk City became increasingly lively. Many immortals and cultivators had gathered in the area, but none dared stir up any trouble. Even peerless immortals who’d sealed their cultivation kept to themselves and respected Lu Yun’s authority.

The tournament had earned Lu Yun a mighty reputation, spreading his name far and wide after his defeat of Zhao Tiefeng of the Exalted Immortal Sect, execution of Beigong Yu of the North Sea, and slaying monster king Lü Biao.

Cultivators and immortals alike flocked to the pagoda, some leaving with excitement and others with disappointment. Although a few had benefited from venturing inside, thus far, the best among them had only reached the tenth floor.

No one had set a new record yet.

Lu Yun would be leaving for the Nephrite Capital in three days. During this time, he remained in his manor and studied the goateed old man that Mo Yi had sealed and returned to his original form—a mirror.