Bah! How did a perfectly good city lord turn into a pervert!
"You two know each other?" Fu Mingxu rubbed his wrist, his eyes filled with doubt.
Han Tao stood at the door, casually carrying a large bag of medicinal herbs, and nodded slightly.
Chang Hong also thought he was being asked about himself, so he cupped his hands and said, "I was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of the city lord's demeanor during the war between immortals and demons."
His words were somewhat ambiguous, so Fu Mingxu didn't press further. Instead, he turned to Shen Ange and asked, "You know him too?"
Shen Ange looked at that handsome, clean-cut face, and then caught a glimpse of Han Taotong's expression. In a flash, a sudden inspiration struck her.
She felt she had figured it out.
Then, she stiffly shook her head: "I don't know him."
Fu Mingxu looked at her suspiciously. A breeze swept through the hall, ruffling his long black hair and intertwining it with the white veil. Even standing in the simply decorated front hall, it did not diminish his charm in the slightest. Instead, it added a touch of the most natural and otherworldly elegance in the world.
He was clearly an ordinary mortal who could not cultivate spiritual energy, yet his eyes and brows contained the spiritual energy of the world, giving him the appearance of an immortal.
Shen Ange suddenly understood why the city lord was willing to be a "pervert," and also understood why Fu Mingxu, who had always encountered people who coveted him during their initial business dealings, eventually found peace and quiet.
The various coincidences hidden in this world can always be traced under special circumstances, and many things remain shrouded in mystery only for the parties involved.
The shop fell silent. Meeting his friend's complicated gaze, Fu Mingxu didn't delve into it. Instead, he glanced at the medicinal herbs in Han Tao's hand and said loudly, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."
Shen Ange knew that when he said "go back", he meant go back to the city lord's mansion. As soon as she looked up, she met Han Tao's eyes.
She saw a faint warning.
The city lord knew he had figured it out.
Shen Ange turned to look at Fu Mingxu, and seeing the eager expression on his face as he looked at the medicinal herbs, she knew that this fool was completely oblivious, his mind solely focused on alchemy and medicine making. Remembering his current relationship with the city lord, she felt a headache coming on.
Well, the city lord won't hurt him anyway. Now that the city lord has woken up, it's the best way for him to stay in the city lord's mansion.
Let's wait until I'm stronger enough to protect him before we talk about it.
With tears in her eyes, Shen Ange watched her friend walk side by side with the city lord. The two were very different in stature. If Fu Mingxu was a crisp and upright green bamboo, then Hantao was a majestic mountain.
Moreover, Fu Mingxu is still a mortal.
After accepting the complex relationship between the two, Shen Ange's worries shifted to a different direction.
Will the city lord do anything reckless?
In the now quiet shop, Chang Hong looked at his young master, whose face was inexplicably flushed, and worriedly reminded him, "Young master, the city lord is not suitable for you."
Could it be that the young master has fallen in love with the city lord at first sight? Otherwise, why is his face blushing?
Chang Hong was greatly alarmed.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shen Ange realized he had misunderstood and rolled her eyes. "I don't like those stinky men who look stiff and unyielding."
Seeing that her expression didn't seem fake, Chang Hong breathed a sigh of relief, then began to worry again: "What kind of person does the young master like? Someone like Young Master Fu?"
Shen Ange shook her head honestly: "He's much better looking than me, I don't like him."
Seeing that he was about to ask again, she pretended to have a headache and said, "Don't ask, I don't know right now. Besides, I haven't finished what I need to do yet, so I'm not thinking about these things."
Chang Hong stared at her for several moments, and when he saw that she wasn't lying, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Ange was terrified of his rambling manner, so she quickly asked before he could press her for more information: "I reckon the Shen family will be calling me back soon. We need to sell the remaining spiritual herbs quickly. Fu Mingxu said he'll bring pills next time, so I estimate it won't be too long. You can wait in the shop."
"So, young master is going back to the Shen family alone?"
"Don't worry, it's only a few days. They can't possibly eat me."
"But.."
He said he would spare one Yangpo Pill for me.
"Yang...Okay, little master, don't worry, I'll wait here patiently."
He believed that his young master could handle the Shen family's troublemakers in just a few days.
Shen Ange: Hehe...
Fu Mingxu was unaware of the little incident that had occurred after he left. He put his veil back on and followed Han Tao leisurely down the bustling street.
Perhaps because the news of the immortal sects accepting disciples had spread, Yunhan City was quite lively. Cultivators have all sorts of strange thoughts, and walking among a group of people dressed in various colorful clothes, wearing masks, or carrying swords and knives, Fu Mingxu, wearing a veiled hat, did not stand out.
Having obtained the Orchid Spirit Grass he wanted, Fu Mingxu was in a good mood and began to observe the people around him with great interest.
That said, although he could come out when he was at the Fu family's place, he spent most of his time trading pills at Shen Ange's shop, and rarely walked around the streets so casually.
Han Tao noticed the direction in which he turned his head and said in a calm tone, "That's the Feather Clan, probably the Rainbow Phoenix Clan."
People in the immortal sects mostly prefer clothing that exudes an ethereal and otherworldly aura, and they tend to wear various solid colors, especially white. Even families that cultivate immortality also admire this kind of attire.
Fu Mingxu rarely saw such vibrant colors worn so harmoniously, and praised, "It looks great."
Han Tao looked in the direction he turned his head and saw a handsome man from the Rainbow Phoenix Clan with a smile as warm as the sun on his face.
"The Phoenix Clan is not a purebred phoenix, but they like to imitate the habits of phoenixes," Han Tao said calmly. "In the great war, they are the easiest targets for the demons to attack."
As the crowd grew larger, Fu Mingxu was pushed very close to Han Tao. Upon hearing this, he paused for a moment, then nodded: "Oh."
A sense of frustration rose in Han Tao's heart. He looked down and glanced at the white veil that swayed with his movements, his gaze pausing when it fell on the occasional glimpse of red lips.
Fu Mingxu didn't notice his actions. Instead, he became even more curious about the Caifeng clan because of his explanation. In order to see the color matching on the Caiyi dress, he even lifted half of the white veil.
Her exceptionally beautiful face appeared briefly in the crowd, unnoticed by many busy people. Han Tao couldn't stop her in time, and when she looked up again, she saw the man from the Rainbow Phoenix Clan she had seen earlier. Her eyes lit up, and after a moment's hesitation, he walked towards her.
The Phoenix Clan loves the most beautiful things in the world.
Han Tao's gaze darkened slightly as he reached out and grasped the edge of his veil.
Noticing his movement, Fu Mingxu looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Han Tao remained expressionless, his voice even: "The veil is askew."
"Oh." Fu Mingxu had no doubts, and naturally did not see the Colorful Phoenix Clan walking towards him stop, but instead said thank you to him.
The crowd was bustling, and Han Tao's divine sense enveloped him as he walked, whispering, "The City Lord's Mansion contains all kinds of alchemical fire; you may use them at will."
"There are also many alchemy furnaces piled up, but I don't know if they will be of any use."
"I'll need your help to refine more high-quality pills to assist me."
Fu Mingxu was originally going to refine pills and make medicine for him, but he didn't expect so many surprises.
For an alchemist and healer, nothing is more attractive than medicinal herbs, alchemical fire, and alchemical furnace.
"Then let's hurry!" he said, quickening his pace. "Of course, we need to treat our injuries as soon as possible!"
"Alright." Han Tao smiled slightly and escorted him quickly toward the city lord.
Watching the two figures disappear into the distance amidst the crowd, Leqing asked Lechao curiously, "Brother, didn't you say you saw a beautiful woman?"
Le Chao smiled slightly, as if savoring the moment: "A fleeting glance is enough to captivate the soul."
Unexpectedly, her brother spoke highly of that person, and Yueqing was a little skeptical. She pouted and asked, "Then why did you stop?"
“Hmm.” Le Chao shrugged helplessly, “But he has a stingy dragon by his side.”
He met the other's dark eyes, which flashed with a fierce light, and also smelled the dragon breath imprinted on the beauty's veil.
It's disgusting.
Upon hearing that she was a dragon, Yueqing didn't press further and instead said, "Then forget it."
“It’s black eyes,” Le Chao said.
Leqing chuckled: "Then next time you meet a beautiful woman, don't forget to take me with you."
Black-eyed dragons are the most common among dragons, while golden-eyed dragons are the most noble and powerful, which is why Yueqing said that.
Le Chao patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Of course."
No wonder they chose a mortal, even though that mortal's appearance was exceptional, there was not a trace of cultivation on his body.
If he wasn't mistaken, the two of them had just walked in the direction of the city lord's mansion, which was their destination.
"Let's go," Le Chao urged his younger brother.
After the two figures in front of them disappeared, the two brothers also headed towards the city lord's mansion.
...
Fu Mingxu originally wanted Han Tao to take him to find the alchemy fire and the alchemy furnace, but he did not expect to see an old man with snow-white hair and red eyes wearing a white robe as soon as he entered the city lord's mansion. Han Zhengzhi, who looked helpless, was standing next to him.
"Lord of the City." Han Zhengzhi breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the two return and quickly said, "The priest insisted on waiting for you to come back."
Han Tao looked at the priest, his expression unchanged: "Is there anything I can help you with?"
The priest did not answer his question, but looked at Fu Mingxu and said, "So you're the one the Fu family sent to bring good luck, the one who took his place in a marriage?"
Han Tao's brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Priest!"
Fu Mingxu was taken aback for a moment, then removed his veil and said calmly and respectfully, "That's right."
See? The priest is definitely going to object, and might even demand that I be sent back to the Fu family. Fortunately, he had anticipated this situation and had stayed last night under the pretext of helping Han Tao heal, in exchange for a deal.
Therefore, even though he doesn't currently have the identity of a "bringer to bring good luck," it has no impact on what he needs to do at the City Lord's Mansion.
Han Zhengzhi seemed to have guessed this situation as well. After receiving a look from his master, he reached out to pull the priest back.
Han Tao shook the herbs in his hand and asked Fu Mingxu, "The herbs inside look very fresh. Don't they need any processing?"
Right, the medicinal herbs are the most important thing! Let them handle these miscellaneous matters internally.
Fu Mingxu nodded and was about to follow him.
Unexpectedly, the elderly priest broke free of Han Zhengzhi's restraints like a wild rabbit, and arrived at Fu Mingxu's side with lightning speed. He then quickly circled around him, chanting obscure words that Fu Mingxu couldn't understand.
Han Zhengzhi was greatly surprised and reached out to pull again.
Han Tao grabbed Fu Mingxu's wrist and pretended to pull him toward her.
At the critical moment, the priest looked at Fu Mingxu with tears in his eyes and said, "Heaven has mercy, this is the city lord's destined one!"
He spoke with extreme reverence, and two streams of tears flowed down his face.
Han Tao, Han Zhengzhi: ?
Fu Mingxu: !! Why isn't he playing by the rules?
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