After Favorability Is Maxed Chapter 289

289 This Young Clan Master Is Probably beyond Saving
Yuan Hongli was sitting upright on a wooden chair, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand.

She took a sip of tea and looked outside nervously.

The guards at the door were all dressed in black, with the demon sect's signature Asura pattern on their backs, indicating that this was the territory controlled by the demonic sect.

Yuan Bailang, Xi He, and the others would not have allowed their Young Clan Master to put herself in danger, if not for the slip of paper and Yuan Hongling's natural trust in Liu Yuan.

The guide remained loyal to his duty despite the suspicion, questioning, and even threats. This, plus fact that the Mansion Master was discussing matters with the demonic sect's Holy Messenger at Wuyin Cliff, so they finally let her go.

Even so, these people still surrounded the weak yuan Hongli tightly, making the room seem even more crowded. It was even a little funny.

Halfway through, Su Lanfeng came over and persuaded Yuan Hongli with good words. Only then did they each find a stool to sit down. Otherwise, they would really be like gargoyles guarding the door.

However, if one was in the middle of it, one would not want to laugh. They would only feel a sense of solemness. These people were the 'bodyguards' of the Young Clan Master, so their cultivation was naturally not bad. At this moment, they were waiting in a strict formation, sitting in a circle. Their aura was overbearing and oppressive, causing the guards outside the door to break out in a layer of cold sweat.

Fortunately, they were from the demonic sect and had been brainwashed since they were young. Their will was extraordinarily strong, but even so, they still stood outside the door without moving.

Xi He was younger, and from the way she directly gave suggestions to Yuan Hongling, one could tell that she was more lively. Glancing outside, she mumbled that she was bored, but then she turned her head and shook her legs. She said in a low voice, “Young Clan Master, is the person you speak of really that powerful?”

“Yes, not only is he powerful, he's also a good person.” Yuan Hongling smiled faintly. She thought back to the time when the young man was in the Xie residence. He was neither servile nor overbearing in front of her grandfather and Mr. Xie. After being targeted by her grandfather, he only took a little revenge. In the end, not only did he give a painting to her, but he also gave her an extra one.

Although the bad-tempered Mr. Xie had given Liu Yuan a whole pile of paintings and calligraphy scrolls, if Liu Yuan had been a narrow-minded person, he would have definitely left and taken revenge for the death threats that were thrown at him.

When the young man threw them the scroll at the end, Yuan Hongli did not ignore the glance he gave her, and even remembered it in her heart — if not for that glance, Yuan Kaixuan would not have teased his granddaughter.

She did not expect to hear about him again under such circumstances…

Xi He blinked her eyes mysteriously. “Young Clan Master, you're blushing,”

Yuan Hongli came back to her senses and hurriedly said, “N-no way…”

However, when she touched her cheek, she realized that it was not as hot as she had imagined. It was even a little cold.

These days, the Spirit Transformation River was filled with rain and fog. The banks were wet, and the rain was not ordinary. It seemed like some divine object had been born, or some great demon had advanced. There was a bone-piercing chill in the rain, and cultivators with lower cultivation would feel quite uncomfortable.

Yuan Hongli and the others had come from Fusang Sea, the habitat of the Golden Crows. It was warm as spring all year round and was full of exotic flowers and plants. However, they were not accustomed to the climate here, and their hands and feet were cold. The cup of hot and fragrant tea only warmed their bodies slightly.

Her action of touching her face made it even more obvious.

This time, Yuan Hongling's face was really red with embarrassment and anger. However, with her usual gentle and mild personality, she could only reach out her fair fingers and scratch Xi He's face, glaring at her with feigned anger and said, “How dare you make fun of me. When we return, I'll lock you up for a year!”

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Xi He begged for mercy with a bitter face, “Ah… Sister Hongli, please don't. I hate being confined…”

Yuan Hongling pinched her nose and pretended to be serious. “No way. In the past, when did I not let you act coquettishly and fool around? this time, I must make you suffer a little for being so rude.”

It's all because you, as the young Clan Master, really have no dignity …

Xi He whimpered and showed a sad expression, but he actually blinked his eyes secretly, pretending to wipe her tears. “Sister Hongli only knows how to bully a child like me. I'm going to tell Brother-in-law!”

“Brother-in-law?” Yuan Hongling was stunned. “What Brother-in-law?”

Xi He showed a pair of cunning eyes through the gaps between her fingers. “Whoever can summon my sister over with a mere note is my Brother-in-law.”

Yuan Hongli was instantly embarrassed. She stammered but did not know how to refute, or perhaps her thoughts had been exposed. She placed the teacup on her knees, lowered her head, and said in a mosquito-like voice, “He has done a favor for my clan…”

As she spoke, she felt guilty and simply stopped talking.

The few people in the room looked at each other with great tacit understanding, each thinking that this Young Clan Master was probably hopeless.

The two girls laughed and played for a while, and even the atmosphere in the room became much gentler. The middle-aged man and Yuan Bailang were both elders, and when they saw how lively they were, they looked at each other and revealed helpless but doting smiles.

The one with the highest cultivation in the group was Yuan Bailang. The spy from Bi Luo Mansion had reported that there was a powerhouse at the Form Synthesis stage among them, and he was the one who had been mentioned. In fact, the man who was called Uncle Bai was at the seventh level of the Form Synthesis stage.

Moreover, his surname was Yuan, and he was the younger brother of Yuan Hongling's father, and thus, he was her uncle. The middle-aged man was an old official who followed Yuan Kaixuan in his early years. However, due to serious internal injuries, his cultivation base regressed to the peak Void Refinement stage, and he could only play the role of a guard.

Xi He was also surnamed Yuan and was Yuan Hongling's cousin. She had studied the geography, customs, and geomancy of the Central Plains, and it was mostly her contributions that allowed them to find the location of the Nirvana Secret Realm.

These people had profound cultivation and were definitely loyal, otherwise, Yuan Kaixuan would not be at ease to let his granddaughter go to the Central Plains.

They came out this time because Yuan Hongli's grandfather, Yuan Kaixuan, the Clan Master of the Fusang Clan, was assassinated by a traitor not long ago. The traitor was killed in exchange for the work of the Saint. However, the injury to Yuan Kaixuan's Soul Palace deepened and his life was shortened again.

The people of the Fusang Clan were in a state of panic. Yuan Hongling had no choice but to do what she had little hope of, hoping that the illusory Phoenix could save her grandfather.

The reason why Yuan Kaixuan agreed and sent these people to accompany Yuan Hongli was not to keep Yuan Hongli away from the disputes. After all, there might be more than one traitor. He could only hold on for another 50 years, and he had to deal with the internal and external troubles. He felt powerless.

Originally, Yuan Hongli was about to give up, but she didn't expect that there would be a ray of light at the end of the tunnel. She received a note from Liu Yuan.

“You guys can leave first.” The voice of Su Lanfeng, the Deputy Altar Master of this branch, who had been here not long ago, could be heard from outside the door. After that, the sound of the guards leaving could be heard.

The graceful middle-aged beauty entered the room, smiled at the few of them, and respectfully retreated to the side, whispering, “After you, Guardian.”

Yuan Hongling's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly looked over. She saw a completely unfamiliar man with black clothes and white hair. He was tall and straight, carrying a bit of wind and rain as he walked through the door. His clothes moved slightly, and he had an extraordinary bearing. Only the gentle smile in his eyes was exactly the same as before.

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