Chapter 43: The Wind is Rather Noisy Today.

“I’m heading out now.”

“Be careful on the road.” Jiang Qingshang looked at Lin Xun’s clothes. No matter how she looked at them, they seemed a bit rough. She bit her lip gently, “Why don’t you change out of them?”

“No way. If anyone dares touch my clothes, your daddy here will have a problem with them.”

Lin Xun smiled and tapped her delicate nose: “Alright, I’m leaving now. If you have time during the Zilin Celebration, we’ll go explore. I heard the scenery at Zilin Holy Land is quite good; we shouldn’t waste the trip.”

“Of course.” Jiang Qingshang smiled brightly, the corners of her curved eyes reflecting the golden hue of the sun. “However, I can find you in the crowd, but can you find me?”

“Are you kidding me?” Lin Xun confidently raised his head. “With my ten years of FPS gaming experience, do you really think E-sports doesn’t require eyesight?”

Although Jiang Qingshang didn’t understand the strange phrases her husband used, she understood his meaning.

“Then how about we play a little game, husband? Whoever finds the other first must agree to one request from them.”

Hearing this, Lin Xun was no longer sleepy, but rather a little excited: “Can the request be anything?”

Seeing her husband’s mischievous gaze, Jiang Qingshang’s pretty face flushed. She nodded, clenched her small pink fist, and lightly punched his chest, whispering softly, “Mhm.”

In an instant, Lin Xun felt a surge of energy. He even felt like he had already won.

After all, he would be in the crowd, and Qinger, as the Female City Lord’s secretary, would be near the front even without a reserved seat. With the search area so small, and the Dragon riding his face, how could he possibly lose?

Thus, Lin Xun, who felt he could now implement his plan to make his wife wear various cosplay outfits, lightly stepped onto the carriage heading toward the outskirts of Luo City.

Upon reaching the designated location on the outskirts of Luo City, Lin Xun saw Luo City’s “lucky audience members” and a small Flying Boat belonging to Zilin Holy Land.

Following the instructions, Lin Xun boarded the Flying Boat.

Lin Xun recognized most of the Luo City residents on the Flying Boat: the widow from West Street, Butcher Wang from the meat shop, the matchmaker from North Street, and even parents of some school children.

Seeing Lin Xun, everyone came over to greet him and then gave him a meaningful look.

Following their gaze, Lin Xun trembled all over!

He never expected that Nong Qin had also come.

Because Nong Qin’s beauty was truly outstanding, especially her figure that seemed ready to burst through her clothes, the male Outer Sect Disciples from Zilin Holy Land responsible for the escort became slightly restless and rushed forward to strike up conversations.

Of course, they dared not do anything reckless.

Zilin Holy Land’s rules were extremely strict. Harassing mortal citizens, or even verbally teasing respectable women, could very likely lead to expulsion from the Holy Land!

Therefore, let alone physical contact, their words were extremely polite; they were merely showing off their Cultivator status in a subtle way to Jiang Nongqin, hoping to gain her attention.

However, facing the advances of these Cultivators, although Jiang Nongqin maintained a professional smile on her face, she was already feeling a little impatient inside, yet it was inconvenient to show it.

“Miss Jiang, your technique last time—oh, I mean your technique for playing the zither—was astonishing. I’ve suddenly become interested in the Jade Zither. Might Miss be able to teach me a thing or two?”

Lin Xun walked over to help her out.

He definitely wasn’t lusting after her body! He just wanted to look out for a fellow acquaintance from the Demon Sect. He was noble!

Seeing Lin Xun approach, Jiang Nongqin was startled, but quickly understood his intention: “Of course.”

“Then let’s go over there to discuss it in detail,” Lin Xun invited.

Otherwise, even though Nong Qin had sealed her spiritual apertures and hidden her Cultivator identity, it would be very troublesome if someone saw through her disguise..

“Miss Jiang! Actually, I can play the zither too!”

“Miss Jiang! I also want to hear you play a tune!”

“Miss Jiang, why talk about the zither? Look at my fireball—it’s big and round!”

Several Zilin Holy Land Outer Sect Disciples immediately became unhappy and desperately wanted to follow them.

West Street Widow: “Oh, Cultivator handsome, I like Immortal Techniques too. Is there perhaps a method for men and women to cultivate together?”

Meat Shop Butcher: “Immortal, may I ask, is the pork at your Zilin Holy Land expensive?”

Matchmaker Wang: “Young Master, you look handsome and refined. Do you have a partner? No? Well, that’s easy to fix. I, Matchmaker Wang, have been setting up couples for decades.”

Unfortunately, they were all “blocked” by the elders and townsfolk of Luo City.

This was the great thing about the people of Luo City: they were warm and united.

“Thank you for getting me out of that, Young Master.”

On the other side of the bow, Jiang Nongqin thanked Lin Xun. It was just a slight curtsy, but her graceful voluptuousness was truly exaggerated!

Lin Xun quickly averted his gaze: “Don’t thank me, you should thank the simple and honest folk of Luo City.”

Jiang Nongqin smiled gently: “Young Master is absolutely right. The elders and townsfolk of Luo City are indeed lovely, but if the Young Master hadn’t taken the lead, I’m afraid they wouldn’t have dared to approach.”

Lin Xun didn’t refute her. Although the people of Luo City knew that the Disciples of Zilin Holy Land wouldn’t act recklessly, these Disciples were Cultivators after all.

Ordinary people have a natural reverence for Cultivators, and if he hadn’t started it, they truly wouldn’t have dared to intervene.

“Is Young Master not afraid of these Cultivators?” Jiang Nongqin looked at Lin Xun’s profile, her alluring eyes lightly blinking.

“Not really. They wouldn’t dare mess with me.”

Lin Xun said calmly. He turned his head to look at Jiang Nongqin, only to find that she had unconsciously rested her ample bosom on the Flying Boat’s railing—it was quite a spectacle. Lin Xun quickly turned his head away again!

“Young Master seems a little strange?” Jiang Nongqin smiled.

“Hmm?”

Jiang Nongqin looked directly at Lin Xun’s profile: “Young Master is not afraid of the high-and-mighty Cultivators, and in fact, seems completely unconcerned. Is it really just because Zilin Holy Land’s rules are strict?”

“When boarding this Immortal Boat, Young Master showed no sense of novelty whatsoever? Young Master seems quite accustomed to riding an Immortal Boat.”

Faced with Jiang Nongqin’s questions, Lin Xun felt a panic inside, but outwardly he remained as steady as an old dog: “Perhaps it’s just because I have a calm disposition.”

Jiang Nongqin nodded and did not press the matter further.

The Flying Boat continuously headed toward Zilin Holy Land. The two fell silent, both looking at the mountains rushing past. Even with a wind-deflecting Magic Formation, wisps of cool breeze still blew into the Flying Boat, lifting the young woman’s long hair.

“The wind is rather noisy today,” Jiang Nongqin mentioned casually.

“Too bad the chips aren’t half…” Lin Xun blurted out subconsciously, but realizing his mistake, he quickly stopped.

However, at this moment, Jiang Nongqin was staring blankly at Lin Xun, her eyes trembling like brilliant pearls, even covered with a thin layer of mist:

“Young Master… Young Master, why do you know of this thing called Potato Chips?”