Chapter 161: What Are Those Two Women’s Identities?

“Fair enough, you definitely can’t make the call.” That cultivator said, his expression as if he had already anticipated it. He gave a polite smile and couldn’t help but praise Xue Jue again.

“Brother Xue, you’re worthy of being an Artifact Cultivator. Your eyesight is truly sharp.”

“You’ve really turned misfortune into fortune now.”

That cultivator said with both envy and emotion, “If we had gone to help back then too, perhaps… Sigh! Brother Xue, you were decisive.”

That cultivator’s words left Xue Jue completely baffled, like a monk touching his head in puzzlement. What was he mumbling on about?

“Uh, anyway, I have something to do. I’m heading out.” Xue Jue found an excuse and tried to leave.

That cultivator nodded. “Alright, Brother Xue. Go ahead and get busy.”

“How’d it go? Did Xue Jue agree?” After Xue Jue left, several people gathered around that cultivator.

Hearing his teammate’s words, that cultivator shook his head.

“That’s normal too.” Even if Xue Jue was just someone expelled from the Xue Family now, even if he were still the next Family Head of the Xue Family, his status still wouldn’t match those two.

The group looked toward the bow where those ten or so people were still slapping each other. They couldn’t help but tsk twice, wondering if they even knew who they had provoked.

Still, Xue Jue had truly turned misfortune into fortune.

“Do you think Xue Jue knows those two’s identities?” A cultivator asked.

“He probably does,” another cultivator said. “Otherwise, why would he go help? After all, he was once the next Family Head of the Xue Family.”

Who could have imagined that Martial Ancestor-level cultivators from the Tianyan Immortal Sect would be so down-to-earth, disguising themselves as Loose Cultivators and traveling on a Qin Clan Flying Boat.

The Qin Clan was probably in for big trouble.

On Jiang Jingjing’s side, after entering the compartment, she walked around inside and marveled at how spacious and luxurious it was.

“Senior Sister, Little Ning is so rich. Don’t you think?” Jiang Jingjing felt extremely fortunate that she had helped out today.

Mo Yu, who was drawing Spiritual Talismans at the table over there, paused her brush and sighed. “Junior Sister, don’t do that again.”

There were many people and many things they couldn’t afford to provoke. Today was just good luck; those two were both big shots.

If the two they had encountered today had been weak, not only would they have dragged themselves down by helping, but those two probably wouldn’t have escaped unscathed either.

“But Senior Sister, didn’t Master teach us to draw our blades against injustice when we see it on the road?” Jiang Jingjing turned back and asked Mo Yu.

“But Master also said you need the strength to resolve that injustice first.” Mo Yu said, “Jingjing, I know you meant well, but when cultivating outside, protecting your own life is the most important thing.”

“Got it, Senior Sister!” Jiang Jingjing didn’t take it too seriously. As usual, she agreed with Mo Yu, but then suddenly thought of something and headed toward her.

“Senior Sister, let me play with the Spirit Hand Token for a bit～” Jiang Jingjing leaned on the edge of the table, looking at Mo Yu eagerly.

Mo Yu took out the Spirit Hand Token while saying, “Don’t look at it too long. We still have to draw Spiritual Talismans later.”

“Roger!” Jiang Jingjing agreed, took the Spirit Hand Token, and was about to open it when she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, Senior Sister, can we add Little Ning as a friend on the Spirit Hand Token? And Xue Jue’s too.”

“Mm… You can ask her, but Xue Jue probably doesn’t have a Spirit Hand Token right now.” Mo Yu hesitated for a moment but still told her junior sister.

When that guy Xue Jue was expelled from the Xue Family, he had nothing left on him—not even clothes, which had been given by a kind servant.

Forget a Spirit Hand Token; even the Storage Ring he had was given to him by Sang Ning.

“Mm-hmm!” Jiang Jingjing nodded, cradled the Spirit Hand Token, and headed out the door. “Senior Sister, I’ll go add Little Ning first!”

“Bring some Spiritual Talismans with you. Don’t be so reckless—be polite!” Mo Yu instructed Jiang Jingjing.

“Okay!” Jiang Jingjing’s voice came from far away.

Jiang Jingjing held Spiritual Talismans in her left hand and fruit in her right. She even checked her appearance in the Floating Water Mirror to make sure everything was neat and tidy before knocking on the door.

“Something wrong?” The door opened, but behind it wasn’t the gentle Sang Ning—instead, it was Feng Xian Yue, who looked annoyed, as if she’d been interrupted from something enjoyable.

Jiang Jingjing didn’t notice anything off. In her eyes, Feng Xian Yue had always been this cold, only smiling at Sang Ning.

“Um, Fellow Daoist Feng, I brought some fruit and Spiritual Talismans for Little Ning.” Seeing that Feng Xian Yue’s voice was a bit low, Jiang Jingjing assumed Sang Ning had gone to rest, so she didn’t mention adding friends first.

Just as Jiang Jingjing prepared to hand over the items to Feng Xian Yue and leave, Sang Ning came over.

“What’s up, Jingjing? Oh, are all these for us?”

Sang Ning straightened her clothes, confirmed they were neat, and asked Jiang Jingjing with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, they’re all for you. Also, I’d like to add you as a friend on the Spirit Hand Token.” Seeing Sang Ning, Jiang Jingjing relaxed and brought up the matter.

“Sure!” Sang Ning nodded and took out her Spirit Hand Token to add Jiang Jingjing as a friend.

Jiang Jingjing chatted with Sang Ning for a while longer. They laughed together at Qin Yao and his group, who were still slapping each other over there, before she left.

The happy Sang Ning closed the door and turned back, only to see Feng Xian Yue sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes deep and shadowy.

Sang Ning unhesitatingly pounced over. “Senior Sister～”

Feng Xian Yue helplessly stood up quickly to catch Sang Ning. “Can we rest now?”

“Yes, yes!” Sang Ning wrapped her arms around Feng Xian Yue’s neck. “Senior Sister, I want to try that position…”

“Which one?” Feng Xian Yue asked knowingly.

“Oh come on! You know, that one!” Sang Ning buried her head in Feng Xian Yue’s neck, her voice muffled. “You know!”

Feng Xian Yue’s eyes grew even deeper. “Alright, I know.”

On the other side, Jiang Jingjing returned to the compartment cradling the Spirit Hand Token. She first bragged to Mo Yu about adding the friend, then, at Mo Yu’s urging, came to the table.

Jiang Jingjing took out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Jiang Jingjing sneaked a peek at the Spirit Hand Token under the table.

Mo Yu: “…If you’re going to look, just pick it up and look. No need to sneak around. You can draw the talismans after you’re done playing.”

Jiang Jingjing: “! Yay! Senior Sister, you’re the best!”

Jiang Jingjing opened the forum and saw a line of golden text.

“Oh, Senior Sister, quick look. A post from a Martial Ancestor of the Tianyan Immortal Sect saying someone on the Qin Clan Flying Boat bullied them.”

Jiang Jingjing exclaimed in shock, “The Qin Clan has such big guts? They dared to bully a Martial Ancestor of the Tianyan Immortal Sect.”

“And there’s Image Recording too! Let me see.” Jiang Jingjing opened it.

“Senior Sister, look. Doesn’t the guy with the Long Spear look like Xue Jue? Hahaha!” Jiang Jingjing brought the Spirit Hand Token over for Mo Yu to see.

Mo Yu: “Don’t call people by their names directly. It’s impolite.”

Mo Yu glanced at it and noticed something wrong.

This… this… what do you mean ‘looks like Xue Jue’? This was Xue Jue himself, and that group—wasn’t it Qin Yao’s group?

Mo Yu felt a bit unwell. She forcibly suppressed the possibility that came to mind and asked Jiang Jingjing in a daze, “Junior Sister, what’s the name of that Martial Ancestor who posted?”