Chapter 14: The Hidden Hands

The autumn wind was gentle. Nangong Muyun, dressed in plain clothes, stood at the summit of Lingyun Peak. Her expression was cool and her eyes complicated.

"Master, are you missing Senior Brother?"

At some point, Big Niu had slowly walked up behind Nangong Muyun.

Nangong Muyun nodded but said nothing.

"In the past few days since Senior Brother left, even I have been thinking about him from time to time. Every time I think about how Master and Senior Brother have been together in Baiyun Palace for more than ten years, and now he is gone, Master, you..."

Nangong Muyun looked at Big Niu with satisfaction. She thought to herself that this child usually seemed silly and honest, but he could always warm people’s hearts in unexpected ways.

"But it is only two years. It will pass quickly." Nangong Muyun comforted Big Niu instead.

"I’m afraid that when I go down the mountain in half a year, I won’t be able to help Senior Brother." Big Niu scratched his head again.

Nangong Muyun’s eyes flowed with charm. Her pretty face flushed slightly. "You want to practice again?"

Big Niu was about to deny it when he saw Nangong Muyun slowly lean over. He felt his penis slowly enter a warm place. Big Niu breathed a sigh of relief and slowly inserted his ten fingers into Nangong Muyun’s three thousand green strands.

Big Niu had recently become obsessed with Nangong Muyun’s cherry mouth. Before, no woman at the foot of the mountain could withstand his full force, but Nangong Muyun could take his entire length into her mouth every time.

Feeling the soft flesh of Nangong Muyun’s throat squeezing the head of his glans, Big Niu’s breathing grew rapid. He uncontrollably held the beautiful woman’s head under his crotch and began thrusting back and forth.

Every thrust went all the way to the root. The soft flesh in her throat squeezed Big Niu’s cock like a living thing as Nangong Muyun swallowed. This made Big Niu thrust faster and faster. Looking at the occasional bulge in the beautiful woman’s slender neck, Big Niu felt a strong desire to conquer.

Nangong Muyun had taught Big Niu several times not to treat her like a goddess, but the simple-minded Big Niu could not do it no matter what. Except for occasionally going wild when practicing the Overlord Score, he was almost the same as before on normal days.

This moved Nangong Muyun, but it also made her anxious. Therefore, she was becoming more and more promiscuous and cheap under Big Niu’s crotch, hoping to awaken the domineering heart hidden within the Overlord Score.

...

Outside Suyang City.

Amidst the mottled shadows of the trees, three strong men sat on the ground.

"Following the Palace Master’s secret order, the young master has entered Suyang City."

The speaker was a man with a rough face and deeply sunken eyes.

The other two looked at each other, their eyes filled with undisguised ecstasy and excitement.

"I knew it! The Palace Master is the Peerless Sword God, so the young master is naturally not the useless person they claim!"

"Does the Palace Master have any other instructions?"

The square-faced man said, "He only said to enter the city and wait for further secret orders."

"But there is a flower-picking thief causing trouble in Suyang City recently, so we need to change our identities."

"It’s a small matter, but I don’t know if the young master can..." The square-faced man’s expression changed slightly, and the man immediately fell silent.

"The Palace Master has her own plans. If you continue to disrespect the young master, don’t blame me, Zhao Qingshi, for not caring about our former friendship as fellow disciples!"

The man knew he had made a gaffe and lowered his head, not daring to refute.

Zhao Qingshi leaned against the big tree behind him. Suddenly, that beautiful face flashed through his mind.

Everyone knew that Nangong Muyun had been indifferent to fame and fortune since Qin Zheng’s death and had hidden herself in the mountains, but they didn’t know she had been sleeping on a bed of thorns and tasting gall for seventeen years in order to make those who framed Qin Zheng pay the price.

All three—Lin Zhong and the others—were disciples of Baiyun Palace who had been expelled by Nangong Muyun. However, unlike other disciples, they had all received secret letters when they left Xiuwen Mountain.

There were more than twenty people like them, all of whom had been Qin Zheng’s trusted confidants during his lifetime.

Some of these people were hidden in the mortal world, while others had joined other sects. For many years, they had been secretly investigating the events of that time under Nangong Muyun’s secret orders.

Now that the young master had taken up the Dead Branch Sword, Zhao Qingshi vaguely felt that this revenge, which they had endured for many years, had finally begun...

...

For the past few days, Lin Shuying had been traveling at night as usual.

However, unlike before, she knew there was a man secretly protecting her from behind.

This made Lin Shuying, who had always been alone, feel a little strange, but she couldn’t explain it clearly.

The young man was handsome, well-spoken, and very knowledgeable when interacting with others. This made Lin Shuying, who had seen many disciples of aristocratic families, look up to him a little.

"Detective Lin, let’s stop here for today. This Bai Feizhang is very patient." In the deep alleys, Qin Luo’s voice drifted over.

Lin Shuying nodded. Although she was anxious, there was nothing else she could do at the moment.

"Why not come to the inn and let me treat Detective Lin to a drink?" Qin Luo’s figure quietly emerged from the darkness.

Lin Shuying thought she wasn’t in the mood to drink, but when she saw the young man’s bright eyes, her heart softened and she agreed.

Fifteen minutes later, in Qin Luo’s room, looking at the fine wine and food on the table, Qin Luo was so attentive that he poured a glass of wine for Lin Shuying.

"Capturing thieves is crucial, but we cannot neglect rest. I’m afraid that if Detective Lin stays up for a few more days, dark circles will appear under your eyes." Qin Luo laughed. The two were no longer as reserved as before, so he made a casual joke.

Only then did Lin Shuying understand why Qin Luo had invited her to drink. Her heart suddenly warmed.

"Prince Qin has gone to so much trouble." Lin Shuying removed her veil. A lot of haggardness could be seen on her beautiful face.

"It is Detective Lin who has gone to so much trouble for the people of Suyang City. I offer you a toast." Qin Luo raised his cup.

Several glasses of turbid wine were drunk. Two rosy clouds appeared on her cheeks.

Qin Luo stared blankly, feeling that Lin Shuying looked even more charming than usual.

"I just didn’t know about Bai Feizhang..." As soon as Lin Shuying was about to speak, Qin Luo interrupted her.

"No cases today." Qin Luo waved his hand. "With the God Catcher Lin here, please forgive him—he won’t be able to escape for long."

Qin Luo deliberately praised her, which made Lin Shuying cover her mouth and laugh lightly.

After a few more drinks, Lin Shuying’s words inevitably became more frequent.

"Sixteen years have passed since I entered Siming Pavilion at the age of three. A woman has now earned the title of God Catcher..." Qin Luo listened quietly without saying a word. Every family has its own difficulties. With Lin Shuying’s appearance, climbing to this position must have invited much criticism. Lin Shuying spoke slowly, and before long her eyes turned slightly red.

He took out the handkerchief from his arms and gently handed it to Lin Shuying.

Her jade hand brushed past Qin Luo’s palm. Lin Shuying was slightly startled. She was about to wipe away her tears when she felt that Qin Luo’s body temperature was still on the handkerchief. The blush on her pretty face deepened.

Qin Luo naturally didn’t know what the girl was thinking. He simply said, "I haven’t used it yet, so please don’t mind, Detective Lin."

Lin Shuying pretended nothing had happened and wiped the tear marks from the corners of her eyes. She lowered her head and said, "I have made Prince Qin laugh."

Qin Luo wanted to talk about his own affairs to comfort her, but he suddenly remembered that almost all of his past was related to the immortal sects. It was inconvenient to tell an outer disciple, so he stopped just as he was about to speak.

"Prince Qin?" Lin Shuying naturally sensed Qin Luo’s hesitation.

"Oh, it’s nothing, nothing." Qin Luo hurriedly changed the subject, but he was thinking that Xiao Qing and Lin Shuying were about the same age. At such a young age, she had to shoulder the future of hundreds of people in her family, so he couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

This exchange made Lin Shuying even more curious about the young man before her. Whether because of the wine or for some other reason, she asked almost involuntarily, "Has Prince Qin ever been married?"

Qin Luo was thinking of Xiao Qing. When he heard this, he couldn’t help but smile and say, "We are indeed betrothed, but we haven’t seen each other for a long time."

A subtle glint flashed in Lin Shuying’s eyes. She drank another glass of wine and said, "The one who can win Prince Qin’s heart is probably no less beautiful than the fairies on the appearance list that day."

Qin Luo was slightly confused, but then realized that the leader of Changge Sect was ranked seventh on the Heavenly Ranking. It was not surprising that Lin Shuying knew about this.

"What appearance list? It’s just the deliberate act of a group of lustful people." Qin Luo smiled.

Seeing Lin Shuying’s strange expression again, Qin Luo hurriedly added, "There is no other meaning. I heard that Leader Gu is like a celestial being, but spring flowers and autumn moons each have their own beauty. Comparing them one by one inevitably loses the charm."

Lin Shuying laughed, "I thought Prince Qin was serious and didn’t know much about romantic affairs."

Qin Luo felt a little embarrassed and touched his nose. He thought that his mother was ranked in the top three on the Heavenly Ranking. How could he not know these things? But he had no choice but to say, "I just heard about it, just heard about it."

Late at night, the two pushed cups and changed glasses until they were quite drunk.

Qin Luo was fine. He had reached the Divination Realm and naturally would not get drunk, but Lin Shuying could no longer drink. Even her ears had turned red.

After leaving the inn, Qin Luo walked quickly while supporting Lin Shuying.

With warm fragrance and soft jade in his arms, Qin Luo inevitably had some mischievous thoughts, but remembering their identities, he suppressed them and deliberately kept his distance.

The hot breath coming from around him unconsciously quickened Lin Shuying’s pace. After returning her to the city lord’s mansion, he breathed a sigh of relief, carefully covered her with a blanket, and left in a hurry.

But what he didn’t know was that after he left, Lin Shuying on the wooden bed slowly opened her eyes. There was a clear sky within them.