Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 158 The lingering ghost

Then, his expression turned gloomy, and he completely lost his composure. "Old Li, what's wrong with me?"

The stern-faced old man opened his palm, revealing a little powder. "Your Highness, you acted impulsively."

Qinghe's face turned cold. "A mere third-grade Dream-Entering Pill has actually caused me to lose my senses."

Nan Xiaoyi leaned against a pillar, sipping his tea and complaining, "Is it because of the Grade 3 Dream-Entering Pill?"

"Qinghe, you've become obsessed with that incident from back then."

"What did you see that made you so angry?"

He was curious.

Qinghe clenched his right fist, ignored him, and turned to Old Li, asking, "Old Li, can you find any trace of them?"

Old Li put one hand behind his back and said, "Your Highness, that old fellow has found their hiding place and is just waiting for you to wake up."

Qinghe stood up and said coldly, "Set off immediately!"

Feng Ning Courtyard.

Xuan Li swung on the swing, feeling uneasy and anxious. "Feng Siyue, I have a feeling something bad is going to happen..."

Feng Siyue remained calm, saying, "It was an unexpected disaster, caught us off guard."

"Ah Li, why did they say you've been to the Realm of Sorrow?"

"I don't know~"

"I was just bored and went to Haotian Restaurant to tell a few stories. Who knew that someone would come and ask me about the Sorrowful Realm for no reason? I'm completely innocent, okay?"

The matter of making money should be kept secret.

"You really went to become a storyteller?"

Feng Siyue was somewhat surprised.

Xuan Li nodded, feigning boredom, and said, "I've finished reading all the stories that Ancestor Xuan and you bought for me. Some of them I've read two or three times."

"I thought I'd buy some to read myself, but the content wasn't satisfactory, and I didn't want to read it after a while."

"Since I have nothing else to do, I guess I'll just share the story."

I don't know where Xuanzu bought the storybooks, but the content was good and not repetitive.

Feng Siyue pondered for a moment, "So, today you told a story about being drunk and dreaming of butterflies, and the content might have reminded them of the Sad Netherworld because of its similarities."

"And what confirmed who you are, and that you happen to be their enemy?"

Xuan Li gave her a thumbs up, "A perfect summary."

"So, where is the Realm of Sorrow and Darkness?"

Xuan Li shook his head honestly, "I don't know."

The two were silent for a long time.

"You don't know the Sorrowful Netherworld? That's utterly ridiculous! I never imagined that the Sorrowful Netherworld Clan would abandon even their own identity!"

A voice filled with boundless rage rang out from above the two men.

Feng Siyue looked up and met Qinghe's cold eyes.

Xuan Li was getting annoyed. "I've already said it's not me! I don't know you! Why are you still haunting me like this!?"

The next moment, an overwhelming pressure descended from the sky, and the oppressive feeling contained within made Feng Siyue's face turn very ugly.

The flow of spiritual energy is slow, and the body cannot move!

The person who came is very strong!

"The Holy Maiden of the Beiyou Ni Clan, I never thought I would see her again in my lifetime."

An elderly man dressed in black, leaning on a cane, hovered in mid-air above the small courtyard.

The Rain Illusion Array sensed the attack and activated itself. Deep blue spiritual energy surged within the array, displaying extraordinary power!

Elder Li's gaze showed slight surprise, "Sixth rank? So many years have passed, yet the Beiyou Ni clan still produces a constant stream of talented individuals."

Are those old fogies still alive?

Xuan Li was completely furious!

Those peach blossom eyes were filled with deep impatience. "Are you all sick?! Why do you all think I'm some kind of saintess, and why are you relentlessly hunting us down for that reason?"

No delusion!

If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext!

Qinghe looked at the brown-robed elder who appeared beside Elder Li, "Elder Li, can you break it open?"

The old man's voice was rough, "Your Highness, it's merely a sixth-level skill; it will be done in a moment."

Their nonchalant words made Xuan Li laugh.

"How funny."

She looked at Feng Siyue, "What do we do?"

"Fight?"

Feng Siyue shook her head solemnly, "I can't see through the cultivation levels of those two old men."

The shopkeeper and Qinghe are one thing, but their cultivation levels far surpass hers. They are no match for her in a head-on confrontation!

"So we're just going to let them label me?"

A clear voice suddenly rang out beside Feng Siyue, "Contractor, I was only gone for a short while, why did you bring a group of people back? Judging from their demeanor, they don't seem to have any good intentions."

"How about it? Want me to give you a hand?"

Qingqing, in her mimicry form, landed on her shoulder from behind and calmly preened her feathers.

Qingqing?

Feng Siyue smiled slightly, "Qingqing, it's not your turn to make a move yet."

"With your strength, you can't deal with these old geezers."

Feng Siyue remained silent because what she said was true.

Just as she was thinking about how to escape, a deep voice rang out, "When members of the royal family come to Thousand Water City, instead of paying their respects to this old man, they come here to make things difficult for two young men. Isn't that a loss of face?"

An old man appeared in the sky.

Feng Siyue looked over, and it was him again?

The owner of Qingsi Academy.

Mr. Wen.

The moment Wen Qifeng appeared, he subtly dispelled the oppressive aura emanating from the two acquaintances.

Feng Siyue felt the force on her head disappear and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Nan Xiaoyi looked over and scratched his head. "Dean Wen, what are you doing here?"