Chapter 107 - Pitiful, Weak and Innocent

“All this while, there’s no lady boss?”

“The lady boss that Youniang and I saw is actually just a shadow on the screen?”

“This is really… too surprising.”

Faced with this shocking truth, Feng Xia could not help but click his tongue with a super stunned look on his face.

If there was one sentence that could describe his current mood, it should be like this:

A good tool was as good as being human.

It was such a great puppet tool!

“Maybe this is why she didn’t seem to hear anything when I repeatedly hinted to her earlier… It’s not that she didn’t hear anything, but as a tool… she can’t understand any unexpected situations.”

Feng Xia finally understood what was going on.

This understanding made him heave a sigh of relief.

The psychological pressure of exploiting a living being was completely different from the psychological pressure of exploiting a NPC.

“That’s good, that’s good. In the end, both the lady boss and the boss aren’t here. Only the puppet tools are hard at work… they almost made me shed a few tears.”

Feng Xia pursed his lips speechlessly. He looked up and saw Zhu Youniang walking out of the clothing store.

“Xia, did you manage to see who’s in the shop?”

“Yes. It’s a puppet tool.”

“Eh? If it’s a puppet tool in the shop, then what about the lady boss and that Tu Kuo?”

“They must have gone somewhere else—perhaps they went on holiday?”

Feng Xia shook his head and added another sentence in his heart. This scene is simply like a masterpiece…

“Anyway, we’ve been here an entire day. It’s about time to go back.”

Feng Xia looked up at the sun overhead.

He did not know if it was his imagination, but when he was on this long street, the sun above his head did not change much and also seemed to be much further away. Even the sunlight seemed a little illusionary.

…

In the world outside.

Thousand Autumn Valley.

“You are the special envoy from the imperial court?”

Yan Wuyou, who had taken on Feng Xia’s appearance, sized up the person in front.

His face was rosy and his aura was restrained. Although he looked quite young, it was not quite possible to guess his age.

He squinted slightly and it looked as if he always had a faint smile on his face. When he glanced around, an indescribable pressure could be felt.

An expert!

Yan Wuyou immediately realized this point.

“Since when did the imperial court have such an expert? And they even send such an expert as an envoy to run errands? Unfortunately, my cultivation level is still too low. I can’t see through this person’s true cultivation level. If only Feng Xia is here…”

She suddenly realized the meaning behind something Feng Xia had said previously.

—Although the Thousand Autumn Valley had declined for hundreds of years, it still had all kinds of hidden trump cards. Similarly, the foundation accumulated by the imperial court for 700 years might exceed everyone’s imagination!

“I guess.”

Hearing what Yan Wuyou said, the envoy nodded noncommittally and said indifferently, “I’m here on His Majesty’s orders to pay a visit to the new Sect Master of the Thousand Autumn Valley.”

Yan Wuyou frowned.

Here to pay a visit to the new sect master… and then?

Was there nothing else?

“That’s strange. Feng Xia has made a few predictions of situations that can happen, but this is not one of them. This envoy’s attitude… seems a little off!”

In an instant, Yan Wuyou became extremely vigilant.

A good scenario would be that there was something wrong with this envoy’s brain and he did not know how to speak human language… Yan Wuyou suddenly thought of Feng Xia’s companion.

On the other hand, the bad scenario…

Besides Mo Yuanlong, who was at the Primal Core Realm, the imperial court still had other trump cards that they had not revealed to the world!

At the thought of that possibility, Yan Wuyou felt her scalp tingle. If Feng Xia was the one facing such a situation, she would naturally gloat and get ready to watch a good show. But now, she was the one who had to face it!

Representing the Thousand Autumn Valley, there were Lei Shao, Liu Chuanyuan and a few other elders. The imperial court had an envoy whose background was unknown. Which one of them was not stronger than her?

“I’m just a pitiful and innocent demoness of the Hundred Nether Sect. How did it become like this…”

If she revealed any flaws about herself, the next thing… would probably be a terrifying mixed doubles match.

Yan Wuyou sighed deeply in her heart. She forced her face to tense up and not show any fear. She said calmly, “You said that you’re an envoy. Do you have any proof?”

Stall for time!

Buy as much time as possible!

She would ask a few random questions to stall for time first… That was the plan that Yan Wuyou came up with.

“Proof? Me standing here is already the best proof.”

The envoy glanced at Yan Wuyou and replied casually.

Upon hearing the rebuttal, Yan Wuyou almost choked as she rolled her eyes. “You—”

The expressions of Lei Shao and the others behind her changed slightly.

After all, they were all veterans. From the special envoy’s one-sentence answer, they could already make out a lot of information.

“The visitor… is not a friendly one!”

Lei Shao and Liu Chuanyuan looked at each other, feeling a little apprehensive.

However, they also had some doubts. The strongest expert in the imperial court had just been defeated. Based on the emperor’s usual methods, it was unlike him to provoke them so quickly!

“Unless… he’s not an envoy at all!”

A terrifying thought suddenly leaped into their minds.

As they looked at “Feng Xia”, the two of them felt even more respectful. “As expected of Sect Master Feng. He actually sees through something that we only manage to see through now!”

The best proof is him standing here?

Why are you as much of a bastard as Feng Xia!

For a moment, Yan Wuyou had the urge to cry. Fortunately, her many years of “professional experience” ensured that she maintained her smiling expression. She shook her head and spoke slowly.

“How can words be trusted without proof?”

“If anyone can call themselves an envoy of the imperial court, won’t our sect be busy every day?”

“Moreover, there’s an issue… with the timing of your visit.”

The envoy did not get angry when he heard this. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he raised his hand to his waist to take out an exquisite sword. He circulated his magical power and injected it into the sword.

Crack—

A blinding sword light whizzed up with a sense of grandeur. It brushed past Yan Wuyou’s temples and easily tore apart a building.

Kaboom—

A large cloud of dust rose from the debris. At the same time, the envoy’s voice sounded.

“This is the ‘Spirit King Sword’ bestowed by His Majesty. It’s the symbol of Sect Master Feng’s identity as the Protector Spirit King. Is this enough to prove my identity as an envoy?”

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