Urban All-Round Master

After pondering for a while, Dongfang Ziyue held her delicate chin with her jade hand and calmly said, ”You know, this Book Pavilion is considered a significant place in the Beiyao Ancient Clan.”

”If not for my special status, I fear you wouldn’t even be able to look at the books about the Transmission Array.”

Turning the conversation, Dongfang Ziyue raised her hand and pointed at the bookshelf shrouded in darkness:

”The books that record the clan’s female members are considered clan secrets, and just based on my status, I’m afraid I can’t view them.”

As the words fell into Lin Zifeng’s ears, his face immediately showed a hint of disappointment.

Originally, he thought he could browse through Meng Bingyun’s deeds in this Book Pavilion, but it turned out that even with Dongfang Ziyue’s status, he was not allowed to see them.

Lin Zifeng hung his head and sighed, and Dongfang Ziyue, watching from the side, showed a slight playful smile on her delicate face.

Perhaps even she didn’t realize that her usually indifferent face had changed twice today because of Lin Zifeng.

But the pride in Dongfang Ziyue’s heart was real. To her, Lin Zifeng’s disappointed look was quite amusing.

Hmph... you were teasing me just now, but when it comes to matters, don’t you still have to rely on me?

With a light cough, seeing Lin Zifeng’s gaze directed at her, Dongfang Ziyue took out a stone token from inside her robe.

”Thankfully, my master cares for me greatly, even entrusting me with his personal Token. I think, with the identity of the four Lords, I should be able to view those books.”

After receiving the stone token, Lin Zifeng did not rush to check the books; instead, he carefully caressed the ancient token.

The stone token was dark red throughout, with mysterious patterns that seemed to form a small Formation.

Using spiritual energy spontaneously, Lin Zifeng then discovered that the residual spiritual energy on the Token was something only a Saint-level expert could possess.

Furthermore, Lin Zifeng realized that in terms of Realm alone, this Dongka Lord might be above him.

Relaxing, Lin Zifeng shrugged casually, as this Dongka was not an enemy of his.

”Alright, Time is short, let’s go and browse these books first.”

Seeing Lin Zifeng standing still, Dongfang Ziyue spoke and then headed into the depths of darkness on her own.

And just as Lin Zifeng turned to follow Dongfang Ziyue, the weathered wooden door of the Book Pavilion, aged by thousands of years, slowly creaked open...

”Creak...”

The wooden door moved, emitting a dull, piercing sound, causing the two who were walking towards the depths of darkness to stop in their tracks.

”Who!” Dongfang Ziyue shouted sharply, her face showing signs of seriousness. The Book Pavilion was a significant place, usually unvisited by anyone, yet today, just as she intended to examine the clan’s secrets, someone had come looking for trouble...

Beside her, Lin Zifeng, although not speaking to inquire, had already turned around. In the darkness, his eyes flashed with beams of light, aiming to pierce through the darkness.

”I wondered why this aura felt so familiar, turns out it’s this fellow.” Lin Zifeng muttered to himself, a subtle smile not easily noticeable tugging at the corner of his mouth.

”Step, step, step...”

As the footsteps drew closer, and Dongfang Ziyue saw the newcomer, her already serious face showed an additional layer of disgust.

The newcomer wore a blue robe, appeared scholarly, but his facial features bore a sly and cunning look. Wasn’t this the very Xiluo who had troubled Dongfang Ziyue yesterday?

”Dongfang Ziyue, I know you’re in there. Show yourself to pay respects upon seeing this Lord.”

Eyeing the silhouettes deep within the darkness, Xiluo’s face bore a mocking smile, even his words full of a teasing tone.

Suppressing the revulsion within, Dongfang Ziyue’s expression turned gloomy as she slowly walked towards Xiluo, while Lin Zifeng followed calmly behind.

”Dongfang Ziyue, greets Lord Xiluo.”

With an icy tone, Dongfang Ziyue’s words held not a shred of respect, not even bothering with the traditional bowing customary in the clan for Xiluo.

And Lin Zifeng, who stood behind Dongfang Ziyue, did not even spare Xiluo a direct glance.

Taking in Dongfang Ziyue’s demeanor, Xiluo snorted coldly, his voice heavy as he spoke, ”Such dominance from Dongfang, failing to recognize the need to bow before one of us Lords.”

The meaning in Xiluo’s words was clear to Dongfang Ziyue. At first, Xiluo had addressed her by her full name, but now, he called her a clan member, clearly intending to use the clan’s authority to suppress her!

Even though the rules of Beiyao Ancient Clan were stringent, Dongfang Ziyue today couldn’t care less about these useless formalities.

Immediately, Dongfang Ziyue mimicked Xiluo’s tone, snorted coldly, and spoke severely: ”Lord Xiluo has quite the authority as well. Didn’t he come to the Book Pavilion just to make Dongfang Ziyue bow to him?”

Indeed, the words entered Xiluo’s ears and rendered him speechless for a moment. His face became even darker with several shades.

His original intention of visiting the Book Pavilion was to make things difficult for Dongfang Ziyue and carry out White Sky Venerable’s orders—to keep an eye on Dongfang Ziyue as the day of taboo approached, ensuring she does not escape.

Xiluo wasn’t too concerned with these formalities; he merely intended to mock Dongfang Ziyue. Since it didn’t work, he rolled his eyes, pondering a strategy.

After a brief silence, a sinister glint flashed in Xiluo’s triangular eyes as he looked at Lin Zifeng behind Dongfang Ziyue, feigning anger, he scolded: ”Dongfang clan member, how dare you bring a slave into this clan’s restricted area, the Book Pavilion!”

As the words fell, Xiluo’s feet moved swiftly towards Lin Zifeng, who saw this and continued his lighthearted smile, handing the stone token with respect to Dongfang Ziyue.

Since Dongfang Ziyue had positioned him as her slave, although he found it somewhat displeasing, they had to act the part in front of outsiders, especially since Xiluo’s intentions were not friendly. If he really investigated Lin Zifeng’s identity, it would be troublesome.

As Dongfang Ziyue took the stone token, Xiluo happened to be near them, his right hand’s veins bulging as he was about to grab Lin Zifeng’s collar, halted by a cold voice: ”Lord Xiluo, surely you recognize my master’s Token? With this token, bringing my slave here is not inappropriate, is it?”

With a swift grab, Xiluo snatched the stone token and examined it, confirming it was indeed the personal Token of his nemesis, Lord Dongka!

Though seething, the token in front of him was undeniably genuine. Helpless, Xiluo heavily handed the token back to Dongfang Ziyue and sneered, saying, ”Hmph, Dongka certainly has a good heart, giving his personal Token to her, a mere servant about to die. How amusing.”

Servant!?

Although Dongfang Ziyue’s strength in the Beiyao Ancient Clan wasn’t considered high, her pride ran very deep.