Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 216 Surveillance

"What is that thing?" Du Fang was shocked.

Bai Zhi is the master of the sword sect, so naturally she knows more about this than herself.

Bai Zhi said slowly, "It's like an eye, or a sentry, without intelligence, colorless and odorless, just like air, invisible to the naked eye."

"How did you tell?"

"Feel……"

Bai Zhi whispered quietly in his ear: "Just now, after you went to see the leader of the Iron Fan Sect, this thing followed you quietly..."

Du Fang said in a trembling voice, "Are we being... followed?"

"It's you who's being followed, not us. Your secret might be discovered by others. We can't stay here for long. Leave when it gets dark."

Du Fang suddenly felt a cold sweat all over his body. He didn't expect that a man like Yu Qinghan should have a father who was upright and honest. He didn't expect that he would be monitored after just one visit.

"If we talk like this, these things...can Grandma Yin hear it?"

"No, I've already made preparations and placed restrictions on this bed."

Hearing about the restriction, Du Fang pushed her away:

"If you can't hear me, why are you holding me so tight?"

"Shh...keep your voice down. This restriction isn't omnipotent...if someone hears us, you're a spirit, and I'm the Sword Sect's master. Neither of us can escape."

She looked at the slowly fading sky outside and said, "Let's leave quietly when it gets dark. You have the Immortal Flower Soul on you, something that countless high-level cultivators in the Nine Divine Continents dream of. If you are caught, your fate will be much worse than mine!"

"How bad is it...?" Du Fang asked.

"It's even worse than that day when the old monk in Longxi City skinned you, cut your bones, and drowned you in the lake!"

Du Fang couldn't help but picked her up and pinched her body with both hands to vent his anger.

He never expected that this woman seemed to have a masochistic tendency. She kept moaning, but her eyes were full of smiles.

He couldn't do anything to her. When he destroyed the clan and sect, he had already avenged his master, destroyed her life's work, and ruined her cultivation. At this moment, she was just an ordinary woman with a little bit of beauty in her head.

Besides, Longxiong's whereabouts depended on her.

Although the method of escaping from the immortal spirit body was slim, as long as she was not dead, there was hope. Du Fang knew that she was the only person in the world who knew the art of soul fusion.

Bai Zhi now is a clay figure made by Lord Bai Huang and his senior sister.

Du Fang suddenly asked, "Did you also know about that day when that old monk brought me into that small world, skinned me, and tore my bones apart before putting me in the Nine-story Buddhist Pavilion?"

Bai Zhi smiled: "Of course... The old monk has evil intentions, and he is within the scope of my sword sect, how could I not know!"

"Why didn't you wake me up at the beginning?" Du Fang was a little angry.

"First, you and I weren't familiar with each other back then, and second, I wanted to see if I could finally extract the power of the immortal spirit from you!"

Du Fang fell into deep thought.

"Your words are really harsh..." Du Fang sighed.

"You like to hear the truth, but the truth is harsh and makes people uncomfortable..."

The two were silent, both looking at the dark steel dome on the roof.

Du Fang sighed: "You said this iron door uses so much steel to build the Great Wall, the hall, the steps, so much steel, where did you get it from?"

Bai Zhi suddenly snorted and said, "Don't you see that underneath the white snow outside, there are mines? They are all mines inside, dug specifically to build the Great Wall of the North. It's been built for almost six or seven hundred years. If they build a section every year, it will be almost finished in a few hundred years."

As soon as the word "mine" came out, Du Fang immediately guessed something and asked, "Have you already surveyed the retreat route today?"

"I'm making preparations for both scenarios. If the Iron Fan Gate people turn against us, we'll have a way out. Haven't you noticed? The entire promotion fortress is a restricted airspace. No one can fly except our own people."

Bai Zhi said calmly: "Besides, I don't know how deep this mine is, and whether there is a way out..." She deliberately glanced at Du Fang's face.

"Besides, we two women may not be able to get out!"

"I am a man, not a woman..."

Bai Zhi suddenly laughed, tapped his head, and chuckled: "If you were a man, there would be no men in this world. Do men look like you? Accept it, your life is destined to be a woman, just like me..."

"And..." Bai Zhi immediately continued:

"This is the Iron Fan Gate. You know, all magical instruments are fans. If we want to get out, we must find an iron fan..."

"The iron fan was easy to find, but we fell out so quickly. Isn't that a bit unpleasant? I feel guilty towards Brother Yu. I cut off his arm, and now I'm dealing with his sect disciples..."

This is completely contrary to his usual character.

Bai Zhi sneered:

"Yu Qinghan is a disciple of the Iron Fan Sect, after all. He's bringing people to capture you now. You and he are just casual acquaintances. For the sake of his father and the elders' wishes, does he really dare to disobey?"

The topic started to become serious as they were talking, so Du Fang immediately changed the subject and sighed:

"Isn't fate strange? Just over a month ago, we were sworn enemies, but now, we're sharing the same bed..."

Bai Zhi's face suddenly turned red:

"Don't talk nonsense. What do you mean by sharing a bed and a pillow? That's something only married couples do. We two women sleeping in the same bed is called sisterly love, not sharing a bed and a pillow."

Du Fang corrected: "I am a man..."

"You're deceiving yourself... Is it so fun to lie to yourself? Look at your body, big where it should be big, thin where it should be thin, especially your face, it's even more charming than mine. If you take off this Taoist robe and put on the clothes of those prostitutes in the brothel, tsk tsk... your regular customers will have to line up for two blocks..."

"You must have been a regular prostitute before, how come you are so familiar with the place? You must have worn those clothes, and you must have had customers from five or six streets away." Du Fang was dissatisfied and retorted immediately.

"Tsk~~ It's okay if you don't admit it. Anyway, when people go out and greet you, they always call you Miss. Except for Yu Qinghan, who knows you well, who would call you 'Brother Dao'?"

These words really touched Du Fang's heart. Indeed, along the way, everyone who saw him looked at him as if he were a woman. He was depressed and distressed about this, but there was nothing he could do.

I can't get rid of the evil spirit of this immortal, and I will be like this for the rest of my life.

When I thought of this, I felt upset and sighed deeply:

"Why are you sighing?"

"If the rest of my life is like this, as you said, I'd rather die than live in humiliation!"