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But Leng Qiu didn't know the whole story, she just realised that she was actually flying on a sword, with white clouds and mist surrounding him and a cliff in the distance. She was as carefree as a fairy riding the wind, and was immediately shocked, thinking of the rumors about his master being a goddess, he immediately looked at Murong Ling, "Master, is this your immortal technique?"

The sword beneath his feet looked very familiar, it looked like a master's Frost Sword. It was just that Master did not answer him earlier, he had his doubts in his heart, his master had suddenly turned into a god and heard about it, but it was more acceptable for the consort to have a strange reaction.

Three burning gazes landed on his body, Murong Ling's face was burning red as she looked towards Li Cangmin. He had a smile that was not a smile, but the corner of his mouth was curled into a smile, as though he was watching a good show. She had a premonition, that if she were to admit it, this master would definitely expose her lies.

"No, I am currently unable to control the sword. It is the prince's immortal technique." Even if his opponent was Li Cangmin, he was still somewhat unreconciled. In the end, she resolutely added, "However, I will catch up to him very soon."

She had long believed that her master was an immortal. Now that she had admitted it herself, she was even more surprised and worshipful than before, and asked curiously, "I heard that the immortal has the ability to move mountains and seas, can you also do that in the future?"

Murong Ling was very confident in her cultivation path, she never thought that she would stop there. Hearing this, she nodded with certainty, "Of course." After pausing for a moment, she felt that Leng Qiu had misunderstood her and Li Cangmin's identities, so she explained, "We are not immortals, we are just mortals who can cultivate. We are called cultivators, and there are many cultivators in this world who have extraordinary methods, and are able to control the five elements.

Although cultivators from the outside world were not allowed to enter the Great Zhou, they were assassinated by cultivators from the Immortal Alliance. had secretly groomed a group of cultivators, and would probably offend them again in the future, so he decided to remind them to wake up.

Leng Qiu solemnly nodded her head to remember this. Her face was also pensive and she seemed to have realized the danger involved. When they saw the injuries on their bodies, Murong Ling gave them each a Return of Spring Spell. and Bai Mu had a better understanding of cultivators' abilities, and their hearts were filled with fear and respect.

Since they had already gathered, the four of them began their journey back to the capital. The Queen's birthday was coming up in four days. They could still get back in time even if they rushed on horseback. As for why they did not use Flying Sword s, it was truly because Bai Mu and Leng Qiu's journey here, with so many forces watching them, if they acted blindly without thinking, it would easily arouse suspicion.

However, they didn't expect that the journey back to the capital wouldn't be peaceful.

Groups after groups of assassins kept trying to kill them, day and night, as if they were determined to eliminate them outside the capital. Murong Ling observed along the way and discovered that there were a total of three groups of assassins.

Immortal Alliance did not know if they should give up or if they should know that normal assassination attempts were useless against them. There were no longer any more assassins sent, and currently, the ones who were biting on them were the three groups of assassins that had been chasing and killing Bai Mu previously.

Other than the Disobedience Marquis who already had an obvious enmity with him, the enmity that the Prince Qin Palace had in the Beijing-Zhongzhong was not too many, nor too few. If one were to make a fuss about it, on the surface, only the enmity from when they were hoeing could be seen, but in private, the existence of the Prince Qin himself obstructed the interests of many people.

Then who were the remaining two groups of assassins?

"Master, this subordinate suspects that it's someone from the Duke of Zhenguo Palace." Leng Qiu suddenly opened her mouth and interrupted Murong Ling's thoughts, "Among the black-clothed men yesterday, there was a person whose figure was extremely familiar, this subordinate seems to have met him in the Duke of Zhenguo Palace."

Murong Ling was slightly surprised, but she was not surprised. After all, Murong Ben had drugged the original owner long ago, and now that she had revealed her true colors, it was within reason that he took the opportunity to get rid of her.

But out of caution, she asked, "Which one?"

"The leader of the assassins, the one at the peak of the tenth level precelestial …"

Murong Ling naturally noticed the assassin leader, and used the Spiritual Sense to scan his face that was covered by the black cloth. She had some impression of him, so she took out a pen and paper from her storage ring and drew a face, "Does it look like this?"

The man in the portrait had a pair of slender eyes and an aquiline nose, making him look like a devout and fierce father. However, it was hard for anyone who had seen him to forget that she had come here, so Leng Qiu recognized him with a single glance and nodded her head with certainty. "It's him. She paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and looked at Murong Ling excitedly. "Oh yeah, Master, I remember now, this subordinate has seen him by Madam's side before, and he even called you master."

The wife Leng Qiu was referring to was naturally the original owner. The original owner was the sacred girl of Ethereal Sky Palace, could it be that this man was someone from Ethereal Sky Palace? But why would they collude with Murong Ben?

"If he is a subordinate of Murong Ben, calling me mother's master is also within reason."

Leng Qiu calmed down. What master said was not without reason, just like how she was now, and Prince Qin was also her master in name.

"Forget it, let's put it on hold for now. I'll investigate more in the future if there's a chance."

There had been too many things happening recently, so Murong Ling didn't have the mind to investigate Murong Ben's background.

At this moment, they were camping on the outskirts of the city. Due to the constant harassment from the assassins, they were still unable to reach the capital city. Tomorrow was the Queen's birthday.

Bai Mu picked up some firewood from the forest and built a bonfire rack. Just as he was about to start a fire with a piece of flint, a blue flame flew over and lit the firewood up with a boom.

He stroked his hair that had been burned and turned around. He saw the culprit's fingertips still had a familiar flame lingering around them. The culprit was twisting his body as if ridiculing the man before disappearing in an instant, while the owner of the fire had an awkward expression, "I just want to help …"

The corner of Bai Mu's mouth twitched. He finally understood why Princess Hua-Yang frequently changed her furniture a while ago. It was already a miracle she didn't burn all of the Duke Palaces down with such a tyrannical flame in her hands.

Although the firewood he painstakingly collected was wasted, he was still just a little guard who was oppressed by slavery. Looking at the smile on his master's face, he resigned himself to his fate.

Who asked him to be a master instead of a human rights guard?