Chapter 1081: Chapter 331: How Could Your Broken Sword Possibly Penetrate My Azure Flood Dragon Scale Armor?

Lan Caiwei’s eyes flashed with a hint of struggle, then she said in a low voice, "There is... still a place to go; it’s the Nangong Family we befriended in the Imperial City."

"The Mastiff once accidentally saved their young master, and we also lived there for a while; maybe we can go there."

Luo Lingling’s gaze was deep as she stared at Lan Caiwei for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "In that case, let’s go and check it out. Taoist Friend Lan, lead the way."

The three of them thus left the cave mansion, piloted the flying ship, and headed straight in the direction of the family Lan Caiwei mentioned.

...

The flying ship pierced through the clouds, and in the whistling wind on the deck, Zhou Qing and Luo Lingling were standing by the railing.

"Senior Sister, how credible do you think her words are?" Zhou Qing transmitted his voice, eyes revealing a hint of cold stars as he looked at the thin figure of the opposite side.

Luo Lingling coldly chuckled, "Thirty percent truth, seventy percent falsehood. When she mentioned that family, her heart was full of fear."

Zhou Qing’s pupils slightly contracted as he recalled Zou Lun’s hypocritical mourning for the two array masters when he applied as an array master in Yaoguang Mansion Cloud Mansion.

At that time, Second Senior Sister had immediately pointed out the state of joy hidden in the opponent’s heart.

It seems that Senior Sister possesses some kind of divine technique that allows her to perceive others’ emotions. Could it be augmented by the Nascent Soul?

It’s known that Second Senior Sister refined the Lingxi, ranked eighteenth among Heavenly Dao Qi!

While the First Senior Brother refined the Zhen Yue, ranked thirteenth!

"How about I perform a soul search directly!" Zhou Qing’s eyes suddenly showed murderous intent.

This Lan Caiwei mentioned being afraid of that family but still wanted to lead them there, clearly harboring malicious intent.

Luo Lingling shook her head lightly, with a note of gravity in her voice transmission, "She left the Imperial City a long time ago and knows little. Now..."

She gazed sharply into the distance, "I am more concerned about the safety of the boss."

Then, she looked at Zhou Qing, "Instead of alerting the snake, let’s follow her plan and see what she wants to do."

"When we get there, I will go in to investigate, and you will be in charge of support outside."

"No!" Zhou Qing directly rejected, "I am more powerful than you, and if there is any danger, I have a better chance of retreating safely."

Luo Lingling was silent for a moment, finally sighed gently, "Alright! I will deploy some means outside to support you at any time."

The two exchanged a glance, tacitly beginning to discuss the details of their plan.

...

The flying ship sliced through the clouds and headed straight for the Inner City.

After a while, Luo Lingling suddenly pointed below and exclaimed, "Look there! There’s a snack street."

She turned to Zhou Qing, her tone relaxed, "We are about to see the boss. He loves street-side sugar-fried chestnuts; I’ll go buy some."

Zhou Qing nodded slightly, "Alright, I will wait here with Taoist Friend Lan."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon!" Before her words fell, Luo Lingling had already leaped down with a hen in her arms.

Within a few bounds, she found a general store, casually tossed a few spirit stones to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, let me ask you something. Do you know how many families of the Nangong Family there are in this Imperial City?"

The shopkeeper quickly caught the spirit stones, sizing up the man with the bull-headed mask and a thick accent ahead.

Instantly smiling broadly, "You’ve come to the right person, there is only one Nangong Family..."

On the flying ship, Zhou Qing stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering gently in the wind.

Lan Caiwei seemed quite restless.

Suddenly, she bowed deeply to Zhou Qing, "Taoist Friend Zhou, Xiang Chuan loves steamed bass, I want to go down and buy one for him."

"No need." Zhou Qing interrupted, "The Nangong Family you mentioned sounds extraordinary; would a grand family lack a fish?"

"But..." Lan Caiwei hurriedly said, "A fish can be cooked in thousands of ways, Xiang Chuan has a fussy taste..."

"Taoist Friend Lan." Zhou Qing’s tone turned cold, "Once Senior Sister returns, just lead the way."

Lan Caiwei’s face stiffened; she had to force a smile and back up a half-step, "Taoist Friend Zhou speaks rightly."

She then silently retreated to the edge of the ship and gazed at the scenery, but her eyes kept scanning the street below.

Half a stick of incense later, a figure suddenly leaped onto the deck, a three-inch short sword in hand instantly lengthened, pointing directly at Lan Caiwei, "Bitch!"

"Senior Nangong! I found the Ghost Mastiff!"

Lan Caiwei’s face changed drastically; she suddenly crushed the jade talisman in her sleeve, turning into twelve white apparitions fleeing in all directions.

The farthest apparition had already reached thirty zhang below the flying ship, about to vanish into the clouds.

Zhou Qing snorted coldly, and nine purple thunders suddenly descended from the sky, each precisely hitting an apparition.

When the tenth thunderbolt fell, a cloud of blood exploded in mid-air.

Lan Caiwei’s true form fell like a broken kite, tethered upside down by Zhou Qing’s binding spirit rope.

She curled up in pain, blood constantly gushing from her lips, yet still struggled to reach out to the clouds below, "Senior Nangong... save me..."

"Boom——"

The sea of clouds suddenly burst open with a huge vortex, and three red flame demon beasts roared out.

Each beast’s neck was encircled by a gold ring inscribed with runes, the flames they spurted twisted the air into distortion.

On the gold-draped chariot they pulled, the black flag of the Nangong Family fluttered loudly in the violent wind.

"Little beauty, don’t worry..." Inside the chariot, the white-haired elder slipped a withered hand into the robe of the female cultivator beside him, causing her to giggle repeatedly.

Another female cultivator held a glass cup, pouring spirit wine into the elder’s mouth.

Suddenly, the elder’s murky eyes blazed with clarity.

He pushed away the woman in his arms, countless ice crystals instantly forming around the chariot.

"Ghost Mastiff?!"

The elder’s voice was sharp and chilling, his figure flickered to the top of the chariot.

The wide sleeves moved without wind, revealing arms covered in blue scales, tightly staring at the flying ship in the sky, filled with murderous intent.