Chapter 347: The Identity of the Blind Date Partner, Xiao Mei

Chapter 347 The Identity of the Blind Date Xiaomei

Xie Tang’s gaze fell at once upon a pair of youths, a boy and a girl.

A flicker of excitement stirred in her eyes.

After all, the Profound Heaven Sect had languished in decline for far too long.

Even in the Fire Spirit Realm, it could scarcely recruit many promising seedlings.

Thus, it had pinned its hopes on this new world.

The acquisition of Wang Zhiqi had been an unexpected boon.

Now, to see two others with even greater talent than Wang Zhiqi—how could her heart not leap?

Especially since they were both in Tianyue City.

Tianyue City was the very birthplace of the Profound Heaven Sect!

“Principal, you mean those two?” Wang Zhiqi’s eyes lit up with surprise. “What a coincidence—I know them! They’re refugees Brother Qi Yuan brought back from the Wugui Kingdom!”

“Oh, who is Qi Yuan?” Xie Tang asked offhandedly, her gaze never leaving the pair.

“He’s my neighbor, my dad’s good friend, and the owner of that internet-famous cat. He’s… really handsome! Last time my bestie saw him, she said she wanted to confess her feelings! But hehe, last time Brother Qi Yuan came back, he married a super beautiful wife, and my bestie cried her eyes out!”

Wang Zhiqi’s face lit up as she spoke.

Her bestie was a total love-brain.

Mm, in middle school she had a crush on a street punk who rode ghost-fire motorcycles; in high school, she fell for the biology teacher.

Probably after college, she’ll end up swooning over the military training instructor.

“Oh, is that so? He’s quite lucky, picking up such fine seedlings!” Xie Tang paid little attention to Qi Yuan; her sole concern was those two ordinary people of extraordinary talent.

Yet, before long, her expression shifted.

“People from the Battle God Sect? Hmph, and the Carefree Hermit!”

She suddenly spotted, beside the boy and girl, a detested rival she loathed.

It was Jiang Qingjiao of the Battle God Sect.

The other was none other than a renowned rogue cultivator, known as the Carefree Hermit.

This rogue cultivator was immensely powerful, a Divine Infant Old Monster.

At that moment, the Carefree Hermit was performing a spell; a small bird materialized in his hand, holding a flower in its beak, looking quite adorable.

“Hmph, why have friends from the Battle God Sect come to my Tianyue City?”

After watching for a while, Xie Tang strode over with Wang Zhiqi.

She fixed her gaze on Jiang Qingjiao, her expression hostile, her tone dripping with displeasure.

Jiang Qingjiao looked up at Xie Tang, surprise flickering in his eyes before turning into nonchalance. “So it’s the Turtle Star Two Fairies of the Profound Heaven Sect. Senior Carefree Hermit happened upon these two and wished to take them as disciples; I merely followed to observe. Oh, as for Tianyue… your junior brother lost to my junior brother, so why shouldn’t I be here?”

Jiang Qingjiao’s words were laced with aggression.

Indeed, hearing this, Xie Tang’s anger flared. “Our Profound Heaven Sect didn’t lose Tianyue!”

The smile in Jiang Qingjiao’s eyes deepened. “What perfect timing, Star Fairy. Why not let us settle it today? No time like the present. Who knows—maybe Tianyue will fall into the hands of our Battle God Sect!”

Xie Tang’s face turned ashen at these words.

Jiang Qingjiao was the Holy Son of the Battle God Sect, the strongest of the younger generation.

And Xie Tang was far inferior to Jiang Qingjiao.

Within the Profound Heaven Sect, only her senior sister, Xie Xinsu, could surpass Jiang Qingjiao.

Since her senior sister’s disappearance, the strongest of the younger generation in the Profound Heaven Sect had been severed, leaving them naturally unable to rival the Battle God Sect.

Thus, if Xie Tang were to act rashly, provoked by Jiang Qingjiao, and engage him in a contest of magic, it would be nothing but self-inflicted humiliation.

So, faced with such insult, she could only grind her teeth and swallow her pride.

Seeing this, the smile in Jiang Qingjiao’s eyes grew even brighter. “As for these two, if Senior Carefree Hermit loses interest and declines to take them as disciples, then… it will be our Battle God Sect’s turn. Unless our Battle God Sect rejects them, only then will you have a chance.”

Jiang Qingjiao was brimming with confidence and overbearing arrogance, his tone as if he had already cornered Xie Tang.

Xie Tang was left speechless, so furious she wanted to strike.

But she understood—this was Jiang Qingjiao deliberately provoking her, forcing her to act.

Even if she lost, she would suffer only some humiliation, but dragging the sect into losing its birthplace was something she could not accept.

Just then, the usually taciturn Yaji, holding his sister’s hand, looked at Jiang Qingjiao and said in a firm voice, “I told you, I will not become his disciple, nor will I join any Battle God Sect. Stop wasting your time on me. It’s not worth it.”

Jiang Qingjiao was slightly taken aback, never expecting a mortal to speak to him like that.

Displeasure arose in his heart.

Yet he concealed it well. “Join us, and you’ll gain benefits beyond your imagination. Power, wealth, beauty—whatever you desire, it’s all within reach!”

“I don’t need any of that. My life was saved by the master, and it belongs to him!” Yaji’s voice was resolute.

Not to mention the master’s grace, even the master’s strength far surpassed these tricksters.

The master had said he needed his blood.

Then his blood would flow for the master.

“Little one, if you take me as your master, you can repay your master even better,” the Carefree Hermit said with a kindly expression. “But then again, in this life, one should live for oneself; freedom and ease are what truly matter. Your master saved your life—a debt as heavy as a mountain, no doubt. But if you follow me and learn the arts, in a few decades, repaying him with a mountain of gold would be no trouble at all.”

Yaji still shook his head firmly.

Without Qi Yuan’s consent, not even the Heavenly King himself could change that.

Seeing this, a flicker of disappointment passed through the Carefree Hermit’s eyes.

His patience had worn thin, and Yaji’s stubborn loyalty displeased him, ill-suited for his own path.

“What a pity. It seems you and I… truly lack the destined bond.” The Carefree Hermit sighed.

Jiang Qingjiao watched this scene, joy swelling in his heart.

It seemed that in a few days, the Carefree Hermit would completely abandon the idea of taking disciples.

Then, these two would have no choice but to bow and enter their Battle God Sect!

He wouldn't be as lenient as the Carefree Wanderer.

Moreover, if the Battle God Sect couldn't obtain it, then... no other sect would get it either.

...

White clouds rolled, a fine drizzle fell, and the spring scenery was endless.

Qi Yuan tasted the girl's lips, occasionally brushing aside the cascade of black hair on her chest and leaning in. At such moments, the canary pretending to be Ning Tao found it hard to resist; sitting on Qi Yuan's lap, she seemed to want to push him away yet also to hold him tighter.

After who knows how long, the storm of passion subsided, and the girl's lingering longing had not yet faded. Like a kitten, she curled up in Qi Yuan's arms, listening to his stories of what had happened in the Dead World.

"You should have spared the River Fish Woman."

"Oh, why?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to introduce Han Xianyun to a really awesome wife? I think she's pretty awesome."

"...You have a point!" Qi Yuan nodded in agreement.

A fish-headed woman with a pair of jade-like feet—truly awesome.

"Next time I enter a mission world, I'll keep an eye out and see if I can find a wife for Han Xianyun," Qi Yuan said, always eager to help.

If he encountered someone suitable in the mission world, he would act as a matchmaker for Han Xianyun.

Though the two might be separated by space and time, that wasn't Qi Yuan's concern.

If their love was steadfast, they could meet even across the ends of the earth.

Appearing at the horizon was fine, but showing up at the sea's edge would be a bit rude.

Of course, with Qi Yuan as the matchmaker, whether Han Xianyun and his awesome wife had ever met or how strong their love was, that wasn't his problem.

"Here, I brought out some stones and trees from the stronghold—take a look." Qi Yuan, holding the canary, waved his hand casually and tossed out the junk he had picked up from the stronghold.

He wanted her to study these things.

He wanted to see if the canary could use them to enter the Dead World.

The canary's expression shifted from its earlier playful charm to seriousness, taking on that unique aura of a Yin God.

After about a dozen breaths, a look of surprise appeared in the canary's eyes.

"The breath of time!"

"Time?" Qi Yuan was also slightly stunned.

Anything involving time and space was rarely easy to deal with.

The canary's divine domain touched upon time.

Thus, as a Great Venerable, the canary, relying solely on her divine domain, already stood high among the Yin Gods.

As long as no myths emerged, she remained undefeated.

"A very rich breath of time—I... am far from it!" At this, the canary's voice grew disheartened and dejected, tinged with hidden worry.

What she feared was that the Dead World held terrifying entities that might threaten Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan could clearly see the canary's concern. He touched her nose and said, "It's just a game—nothing serious."

"Hmph, it's still annoying. I want to get stronger, stronger. Ah, why can't I just swallow a sun in one gulp!"

"Trying to steal my business, are you?" Qi Yuan chuckled.

"No, I have to study hard, crack this early, and enter the Dead World."

With that, the canary struggled to get up and changed into her school uniform.

She looked full of energy and passion.

Standing before the mirror, she examined herself and, through the mirror, looked at Qi Yuan. "Blood Bead, I'm off to... school!"

"Don't go," Qi Yuan said with a smile, knowing full well the canary's little schemes.

"Ah?" Sure enough, hearing this, joy spread across the canary's face.

"The school was blown up by a bird with a bomb—don't bother going," Qi Yuan lied casually.

"You said it yourself." In the end, the canary didn't go to school.

After nearly a year, Qi Yuan had returned—how could she bear to leave him alone and go to school?

In this world, nothing was more important than the Blood Bead.

They chatted and talked, about heaven and earth.

Around dusk, Qi Yuan took out his phone.

"Been gone for almost a year—wonder if anyone's been looking for me."

The canary lay in his arms, eyes closed, pretending to sleep. Her long lashes were strikingly beautiful.

Of course, Qi Yuan knew she was faking it.

He scrolled through his phone.

Well, though he'd been away for nearly a year, the messages he'd received were few and far between.

One was asking him to endorse clothing—a women's brand called Cherchez, planning to break into the men's market. They'd seen he won the martial arts tournament championship and had a good image, so they wanted him as a spokesperson.

That message was from six months ago.

Qi Yuan couldn't be bothered to reply and deleted it outright.

Besides, the brand name was too ridiculous—he thought it was a shoe seller.

One message wished him a happy birthday—from an unknown number.

Qi Yuan was slightly taken aback. He called out.

"Zero-One."

"Master, Zero-One is at your service."

Outside the door, Zero-One stopped playing with the cat teaser and stood respectfully.

Seeing the teaser fall, Xie Xinsu quickly snatched the red feather into her mouth, frantic, as if afraid someone would take it.

"Who sent me this text? The number is 456..."

Qi Yuan relayed the phone number to Zero-One.

"Master, please wait. Zero-One will serve you."

Zero-One went into full power mode, gathering data from all sources based on that phone number.

A few minutes later, Zero-One's voice came through.

"Master, Zero-One has compiled and sent you all information on the owner of this number. Please check."

Qi Yuan quickly opened the file.

The canary, who had been pretending to sleep, also leaned in, curious about who had wished Qi Yuan a happy birthday.

When he saw the photo, Qi Yuan was stunned.

"Isn't this my blind date, Xiao Mei?"

In the photo was a tall woman with considerable beauty.

Qi Yuan immediately remembered who this was.

Back then, he had arranged to meet his blind date Xiaomei at Qindeji, and he had even borrowed three hundred thousand from her.

Xiaomei was very kind—not only did she lend him the money, but she also paid for the meal.

"Could it be that on the surface she's wishing me a happy birthday, but actually she's hinting that I should pay her back?"

Qi Yuan felt a bit awkward; he had never intended to repay the borrowed money from the start.

Now that she had hinted at it, if he didn't repay, he would be socially dead.

"Oh, how unfair—why should a mentally ill person have to repay a loan too?"

Qi Yuan grumbled and continued reading the woman's information.

"No wonder she lent you money—she's the sister of your innate seed," Ning Tao said, tilting her head.

The information showed that this woman was from the military, long engaged in infiltration and undercover work against Canxing, as well as taking on some military missions.

She also had another identity: she was the disciple of Qi Yuan's innate seed body's deceased parents.

"Yeah, before I even won the crown, she was transferred out of undercover work," Qi Yuan continued reading the data.

Clearly, the Qiwuxing family knew about the tall woman's relationship with Qi Yuan and transferred her from dangerous work, promoting her to a department with more perks, ease, and real power.

"She even went to the Dead Qi World, and now... she's become a cultivator?"

Looking at the information, Qi Yuan felt that this sister's experience was quite remarkable.

Before the blind date, she was already a member of the Dead Qi World.

Moreover, unlike others in the Dead Qi World, she, like Qi Yuan, often lived in the real world.

Some time ago, when the Immortal Path descended, she even joined a cultivation sect thanks to her outstanding talent and became a cultivator.

This sister's background could be considered fascinating.

"Is she on a mission in the Dead Qi World right now?"

Qi Yuan put down the information, his expression calm.

"She's learned cultivation techniques and has many methods; completing the mission should be no problem," Ning Tao said beside him.

"Yeah, I hope her mission takes a long time—three hundred thousand in the bank earns a lot of interest," Qi Yuan still felt a bit pained about the money.

The later she returns, the later I can repay, and the more interest I can earn.

The canary smiled softly: "I hope she runs into a Red Stick Demon Butcher and gets the mission target taken away!"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was stunned, his face turning serious: "If that happens, and I take the mission target away, wouldn't I become a great villain?"

"Ah?"

"They've been in the mission world for a year—what if their borrow-to-pay loan is overdue? If those people call their parents, wouldn't they be socially dead?"

Qi Yuan was worried; he always thought a lot about things.

(End of this chapter)