"Alas, the little princess has been missing for many days, and we have searched the entire Country Liang without finding a trace."
"The last sighting was four days ago, about seven hundred miles away in the neighboring Beijun, where it is said that soone was taking her southward. According to witnesses, the little princess’s situation is worriso; she was being held hostage, and there were nurous bandits involved."
"It truly breaks the heart that such an incident has occurred, and at the scene of the disappearance, remnants of the Demon Sect and Gu Worms were found. It may sound rash, but it must have been thieves from these two factions who abducted the princess!"
Jiang unconsciously glanced at the girl beside him, Cen Yueyue.
The girl’s expression also froze for a mont, seemingly a bit awkward.
The three are seekers of the Immortal Dao, and typically, resting for just two hours a day is enough to keep them lively; last night, the two spent the night admiring the moon, flirting while exchanging insights on cultivation.
However, flirting aside, work is work. He has not forgotten the task his senior sister entrusted to him, to find a way to locate the princess and deceive her to go to Swordmaster Peak, not letting others get ahead.
"Cough, so it was the thieves from the Southern Border."
He deliberately threw in that statent.
Cen Yueyue subtly adjusted her position without a sound, hiding half of her body behind Jiang Feng, then—pain at her waist!
It was those delicate fingers directly pinching through clothes at his waist, performing a three hundred and sixty degree twist, but her charming little face showed no change, still wearing a polite and elegant smile.
"According to the route, they should be moving from north to south. His Majesty has a Soul Jade of the princess, confirming she is still within the borders of Country Liang, and currently, the entire territory is sealed off. Those thieves should not be able to take the princess out in a short ti."
"Here is her portrait, please have a look, Immortal Masters. The task of finding the princess, please leave to the Immortal Masters."
He bowed deeply.
Being a commandery prince and maintaining such a low posture shows the princess’s importance in Country Liang; this lord is esteed above tens of thousands, but now, with dark circles under his eyes like those of an iron-eating beast, he seems to have gone quite a few days without proper sleep.
Jiang Feng reached out his hands to take the portrait, and casually added, "Thank you for your hard work," which undoubtedly made the weathered-faced commandery prince look a lot more pleasant.
Although he is not a cultivator, the young man before him has an outstanding figure and extraordinary deanor, and the woman beside him is even more like a heavenly beauty, gentle and virtuous. Indeed, Jiang Feng did not even need to show his token for him to know they were from Purple Cloud Palace.
As for the boy trailing behind with honesty written all over his face... perhaps a runner? Or a Darts Master? A coachman?
Well, young master Cen Zhuangzhuang was entirely overlooked.
Helplessly, his attire was the worst, looking the most honest; from him, one could not sense any nobility. As a commandery prince, he could instantly discern the social standing of these three.
The highest status must belong to this lady, heavenly in beauty and noble in deanor. Judging from her behavior and smooth fair skin, she is certainly a lady who would not stoop to touch spring water.
Among the three, the one with authority should be this Jiang of Purple Cloud Palace, carrying a three-foot azure blade, his skin pale but not the fragile sort—he has a healthy wheatish complexion, clean rather than pale.
It is evident that he is soone who does work, but certainly not laboriously, soone with ti to cultivate both body and mind. Ordinary people always have an inexplicable bias towards Sword Cultivators, viewing them as wealthy.
Indeed... that seems to be the case.
As for Cen Zhuangzhuang, not to ntion.
With his dark purple skin, one could catch thousands like him outside in the fields, especially those thick palms with calluses probably thicker than his face skin, if he’s not a servant then he might as well eat dung.
"Well, please rest assured, commandery prince. My sect has sent here precisely to locate Princess Yu, it’s just that I am puzzled about one thing."
"Please speak, Immortal Master."
Jiang Feng also paused for a mont, his expression not very natural.
Truth be told, as his cultivation realm and strength enhanced, Jiang Feng began encountering people and things of higher stature, especially as his social status ascended. The look of contemplation on his face; just a few years ago, he was still an unremarkable scholar living off others.
But in less than three years, he transford into a revered Immortal Master; even a commandery prince now pays him respects with a flattering face. This indeed makes one sigh and leaves him sowhat uncomfortable, realizing that he now holds such a societal status.
"Logically, Princess Yu is also a cultivator; along the way, I have inquired and heard a bit about the princess’s talents. Both emotionally and logically, she should have left so traces; how could it be that, like now, there is no trace to be found?"
"This..."
The seemingly experienced commandery prince was a bit baffled, clearly out of his depth. Jiang Feng appeared to ask the prince, but in reality, his gaze was directed toward two cultivators at the Peak of Foundation Establishnt standing behind.
Cultivation realm and strength are indeed important, but in worldly matters, these aren’t what people consider.
To be appointed as an official by the court only requires your capability to manage the citizens of a commandery well. To these officials, cultivators are not unapproachable beings; so even have to obey their commands.
But the reason this commandery prince is so humbly ingratiating, aside from the urgent need for manpower due to the princess’s fiery-urgent disappearance, is probably because the two standing behind him whispered sothing to him secretly.
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