Everyone thought it was very reasonable: 

“That’s right, that’s right, immortals have such long lives, their thoughts must be different from ours!” 

“Ah, I wonder what it feels like to live so long, and not grow old and die?” 

Cen Wuyue smiled and said, “It’s probably very similar to mortals. Some want to live, some don’t, and whether they want to live or not, they will be accidentally killed by stronger cultivators.” 

Not to mention Fang Heng, who was half-dead, or the dead soldier who was slapped to death by the City Lord, just Cen Wuyue herself – her master had taken in five disciples before and after, and now only she was still alive. 

The senior brothers and sisters went down the mountain to gain experience one after another, but they all died inexplicably as soon as they left. 

That’s why, before Cen Wuyue went down the mountain, Zhou Wu repeatedly told her, “Returning alive is more important than anything else, understand?” 

But Cen Wuyue had a goal much bigger than “living.” 

Someone muttered, “The life of an immortal, no matter how bad, is better than ours…” 

Then he was immediately and fiercely elbowed back by the person next to him. 

Cen Wuyue pretended not to see their cautious glances and turned her gaze back to Chef Li’s spoon, sweetly asking, “Can I eat now?” 

“Osmanthus Fish Fillets, please!” Chef Li bowed and said loudly, “Come again if you like it!” 

The fish fillets, cut into long strips, were soaked in amber-colored sauce, and sharp golden edges were fried on each corner. Inside the crispy shell was snowy white, juicy fish meat, and crushed pepper and salt grains were scattered among them, making people’s index fingers twitch at the sight. 

Cen Wuyue picked up her chopsticks and exclaimed, “My master will definitely like this.” 

She picked up a fish fillet, put it in her mouth, and was about to close her teeth when she heard Sang Qing’s voice. 

“–The person hasn’t been caught yet, who said you could eat?” 

Cen Wuyue, caught red-handed, didn’t hesitate at all, swallowed the whole thing in one gulp, and picked up the plate with her other hand and stuffed it into her storage ring with a snap. 

After completely destroying all the evidence, Cen Wuyue turned around innocently, blinking her eyes to meet Sang Qing’s gaze. 

In short, she didn’t say anything, only constantly projecting a “never again” look. 

“Come with me to the dungeon.” Sang Qing didn’t really care about a plate of Osmanthus Fish Fillets with Cen Wuyue, but said, “Didn’t you say you thought you would be very good at it?” 

Cen Wuyue smiled and went forward to leave with her. 

The original servants dared to say a few words to Cen Wuyue because she didn’t look like a cultivator. 

But when Sang Qing stood here, they subconsciously hid in the corner, not daring to say a word, just quietly watching them leave. 

After walking for a while, Sang Qing took the lead in asking, “Mixing with mortals, is this your way of cultivating the Path of Emotionlessness?” 

Although it is universally acknowledged that only the Path of Emotionlessness can ascend, everyone’s understanding of the Path of Emotionlessness is also varied. 

Some firmly believe that they must kill until their six senses are purified and their spiritual platform is clear and bright, such as Fang Heng and Qu Xiao. 

Some believe that the physical body is just a burden, and only by cutting off flesh and blood and combining with emotionless creations can they ascend, such as Xuanxu City, which specializes in automatons. 

In addition, there are those who believe that the Great Dao is emotionless, that the extreme of emotion is emotionlessness, and that destruction leads to construction… there are countless others. 

In short, in order to ascend, cultivators are willing to try anything. 

“Master said that I don’t even understand what ‘people’ and ’emotions’ are, let alone achieve great success in cultivation.” Cen Wuyue pointed to herself, “So he told me to go down the mountain to see more and ask more, and not always think about reaching the sky in one step.” 

“For people, this is something they can understand from birth.” Sang Qing said. 

“Is that so?” Cen Wuyue looked up and thought for a while, and said magnanimously, “Maybe I wasn’t born with it, but there’s no way to change that, so I’ll just have to learn slowly.” 

“…” Sang Qing paused, and then changed the subject, “The Fifth Elder is also in the dungeon. When you see him later, do whatever I say, and if I don’t speak, don’t open your mouth.” 

“The Fifth Elder who is rumored to have the worst temper?” Cen Wuyue crossed her fingers over her mouth, making a seal, “Understood.” 

… 

The Fifth Elder really had a bad temper. 

As soon as Cen Wuyue walked into the blood-soaked interrogation room, she was scanned by his divine sense. 

The matter of divine sense inspection is just an action, but the operability is actually very strong. 

For example, you can do it gently, move a little lighter, and have a higher cultivation level, so that others may not even notice it. 

Or you can do it like the Fifth Elder of Xuanxu City, doing it rudely and demonstratively, like kicking someone hard in the butt. 

“This is the person who discovered the dead soldier?” The Fifth Elder snorted coldly, “Sure enough, suspicious.” 

Cen Wuyue couldn’t help but point to her nose: Me? Attacking someone as innocent and cute as me as soon as you meet me? 

“Cen Wuyue,” Sang Qing stepped forward to block Cen Wuyue’s movements, and said, “You go and interrogate him.” 

Cen Wuyue tilted her head and saw the dead soldier who was firmly nailed down and tattered. 

Even if a corpse can move, it is impossible to say any effective lines. 

He will only stutter and repeatedly spit out the words he is most obsessed with. It doesn’t sound like speaking, but more like a habitual murmur: “Lord… City Lord… Yu…” 

Cen Wuyue greeted him enthusiastically, “Have you eaten?” 

“Protect… Young…” 

“The weather is nice today.” 

“…City…” 

“By the way, do you want some Osmanthus Fish Fillets? They’re freshly out of the pot, very fragrant.” 

“Protect… Lord…” 

Cen Wuyue turned back to Sang Qing and complained, “He’s ignoring me.” 

Sang Qing nodded to the Fifth Elder again: “I’ve disappointed you.” 

The Fifth Elder squinted at Cen Wuyue for a long time. Although he had the appearance of a fifty-year-old, his eyes were as bright as a young man’s, as if he could see through people’s hearts. 

His gaze did not leave Cen Wuyue for a moment, and he said to Sang Qing, “There’s something wrong with her.” 

“I have interrogated her, and she should be fine.” Sang Qing said. 

“Didn’t you also interrogate this dead soldier?” The Fifth Elder snorted disdainfully, then took two steps forward, his divine sense firmly grasping Cen Wuyue like pliers, examining her back and forth several times, his suspicious gaze finally falling on her neck. 

When the Fifth Elder’s range of divine sense was reduced to the size of only three or five inches, Cen Wuyue noticed that the invisible rope around her neck suddenly loosened, turning into a breeze, but instead of rushing to escape, it first brushed towards the dead soldier. 

“Want to silence him?” The Fifth Elder jumped up in a rage and reached out to stop it, “Yu Zheng, you’re really still alive!” 

The surviving son of the former City Lord was named Yu Zheng. 

Sang Qing also made a move at the same time. She slightly hooked her lowered fingers, and the golden needle pierced through the body. The dead soldier, who was originally nailed to the wall by the golden needle, lost his support and tilted towards the ground. But the speed of falling was too slow, and the wind was ultimately one step faster. 

The divine sense rope that had been coiled around Cen Wuyue’s neck for several days strangled the center of the dead soldier’s head, cutting it in half like splitting a watermelon. 

After succeeding in one blow, the breeze no longer lingered to fight, but decisively went through the wall and fled. 

The Fifth Elder, enraged, kicked out a big hole and chased after him without saying a word. 

Sang Qing didn’t chase, but looked at the dead soldier who had fallen to the ground silently, as if she was thinking about something. 

After a moment, she turned to Cen Wuyue and asked, “These past few days, Yu Zheng has been following you? Did he tell you the location of the dead soldier?” 

Cen Wuyue squatted beside the dead soldier’s body, observed the wound, covered her neck with lingering fear, and shook her head when she heard the words: “I discovered the dead soldier myself. That person never told me his name, but used my room in the inn to heal his wounds, and also used his divine sense to monitor me, saying that if I reported to Xuanxu City, he would kill me immediately.” 

Sang Qing nodded, replied “You should leave,” and then also chased out from the hole broken by the Fifth Elder. 

The other Xuanxu City disciples poked their heads in to take a look, and very calmly began to deal with the mess, obviously with a wealth of experience in cleaning up messes. 

Cen Wuyue kindly left a hot and fragrant Osmanthus Fish Fillet for the dead soldier: Sorry to bother you to die one more time than others in this life, this is the hard work fee. 

Just leaving the dungeon from the main entrance, Cen Wuyue heard a loud noise in the air, turned her head to look, and it was the direction of the inn. 

Two figures were fighting in a ball, with light splashing everywhere, but before long, one of them was defeated and fell heavily to the ground. 

Then, the Fifth Elder’s voice, like thunder, came from the air: “–Yu Zheng, the evil son of the former City Lord, and his followers have all been executed! Those who offend my Xuanxu City will be killed without exception!” 

He used his spiritual power, and almost the entire Xuanxu City could hear his words clearly, and even involuntarily felt admiration and conviction. 

The people cheered loudly. 

Cen Wuyue ate Osmanthus Fish Fillets while trying to applaud, and at the same time did not forget to talk to the city residents next to her: “Hey, can the city be opened now?” 

“Isn’t that just right?” The city resident said with a beaming expression, “The Zhiyuan Festival is still ten days away, and the turmoil has been resolved. This just shows that heaven is protecting our Xuanxu City!” 

“Indeed,” Cen Wuyue agreed with a smile, “It’s really a good time.” 

When Cen Wuyue returned to the inn, she found that half of the inn was gone. 

When gods fight, mortals suffer. 

But at this moment, whether it was ordinary disciples of Xuanxu City or mortals, they all hid far away. 

–The Fifth Elder and Sang Qing were standing next to Yu Zheng’s body, arguing. 

“–He died so thoroughly, how can we find the whereabouts of the stolen Qi Yan?” Sang Qing said. 

However, her tone was indifferent, and the words she spoke did not sound like a question. 

“I was momentarily angry when I made the move, and he fought to the death, so I had no choice but to kill him.” The Fifth Elder disdainfully took the initiative to manipulate his spiritual power to lift the body from the ground. “The city was sealed off in time, and he was seriously injured, so he definitely didn’t have time to take the City Lord’s Qi Yan out of the city. It must be hidden in a corner of the city – alright, I’ll go back and report to the City Lord.”