Inside the Taoist temple in the north of the Imperial Capital.
Taoist Qingyi’s face didn’t look good, and he was scolding Dao Zhen in front of him.
He already understood the whole story about what happened at the vegetable market.
"The fault is not yours, but during this time, you should also be more cautious in your actions and not mingle too much with ordinary people," Qingyi scolded.
Regardless of whether the fault lies with Dao Zhen or Dao Xu, Immortal Gate will not bow to the Great Yan Imperial Court and hand over the disciples who caused a ruckus in the marketplace.
Since Emperor Yonghe manifested the imperial fortune of the Human Emperor Sword, the attitudes of Great Dao Sect and other Immortal Gates have inevitably changed, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Using oppressive force is not advisable; it might backfire. If it provokes the resistance of the Great Yan Imperial Court or Emperor Yonghe, things will be difficult to resolve.
With the foundation of the Nine Immortal Gates, they naturally don’t fear a mere mortal emperor who holds the Human Emperor Sword.
But Immortal Gate belongs to Immortal Gate, and cultivators belong to themselves.
"But why… after their deaths, my soul-binding spell didn’t work?"
When mortal bodies die and souls scatter, although it happens quickly, there is still a process.
Cultivators like Dao Zhen, who have mastered soul-binding spells, naturally have no problem capturing the soul of a recently deceased mortal.
But why… two consecutive failures?
"These two members of the Qiao family seem to be extraordinary…" Dao Zhen observed quietly, but suspicion arose in his heart.
However, he didn’t ask Elder Qingyi at this moment when she was angry.
Just after Elder Qingyi warned him not to get too involved with mortals, he asked, fearing that he would meet Senior Sister Dao Xu on the Introspection Cliff of the sect later.
He kept his doubts deep in his heart, but his curiosity about the Qiao family grew stronger.
"I wonder how many more people are in the Qiao family. If they are all such exceptional individuals, it would be worth taking a closer look," Dao Zhen’s lips curled slightly upwards.
The old house of the Fang family.
Qiao Mu left the old house alone, while Fang Yuan saw him off at the door.
The two of them were a bit reserved in their interactions and didn’t exchange many pleasantries.
After all, Fang Yuan had initially met Qiao Zhong, who had introduced him to Fang Yuan’s mentor Qiao Shuanglin, and Qiao Senlin was another elder of the Qiao family who had just arrived in the Imperial Capital.
Moreover, Qiao Senlin had come for revenge, which made Fang Yuan feel a slight sense of guilt.
Of course, this was what Fang Yuan thought in his heart, not Qiao Mu.
Whether it was Qiao Zhong, Qiao Shuanglin, or the current Qiao Senlin, they were all just wearing different disguises, but inside they were the same.
The same thoughts, the same determination, always consistent.
"It’s time to solve the feud between Wan Ronghua and Qiao Mu," thought Qiao Mu.
The old man slipped and fell to the ground, hitting his head on the cobblestone street. Blood was flowing, giving him a somewhat terrifying appearance as he cried out in pain, unable to get up.
"Young man, did I offend you? Can’t you restrain yourself from causing such trouble for an old man like me–" The fallen old man shouted at the top of his lungs.
Fang Yuan was taken aback for a moment and before he could gather his thoughts, he tried to reach out and help the old man with the bleeding head.
However, just as he was about to make a move, a crowd started gathering, drawn by the commotion.
"Don’t you young people look where you’re going?"
"Tsk tsk, isn’t this old gentleman already in his seventies or eighties? At such an old age, even a minor fall…"
The surrounding pedestrians crowded in, voicing their disapproval and creating a noisy atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Fang Yuan suddenly felt a sense of familiarity as his heart grew calm…
When the incident happened at the market, he wasn’t present, but he witnessed the amazing show at the entrance of the clinic.
"Is it Wan Ronghua?" he wondered to himself.
No, it couldn’t be, Wan Ronghua wouldn’t make such a foolish mistake for the third time…
If he wanted to frame me, a mere pawn, he would use a more clever method.
This simple framing tactic wasn’t enough to fool a wicked person.
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