From Qin Yi’s words, Chen Mo roughly understood the layout of the sects in Jiu Zhou, which was basically the same as in the original plot.
Besides the Three Saint Sect, it was the Eight Great Sects that were the strongest. Among them, apart from "one Gu, one Witch, one Corpse, one Skill," the remaining four sects were all Martial Cultivators.
Originally, there were the Ten Great Sect, but the Moon Brilliance Sect and the Devouring Ghost Sect had already been exterminated by Consort Yu...
Mentioning Consort Yu, a shadow passed over Qin Yi’s eyes.
It was clear that the Empress’s bloody methods back then left quite a psychological shadow on the various sects.
*"I didn’t expect the Empress to be so famous in Jianghu. If I were to take out the Purple Phoenix Order now, I wonder what his expression would be..."* Chen Mo mused inwardly.
Qin Yi threw back his head and gulped down the wine in his cup, his rugged face slightly flushed, and asked, "I see Brother Yang wearing a Daoist robe. Is your Hard Gang still following Daoist traditions?"
Chen Mo’s aura was restrained, his face veiled in a thin mist, giving off an unfathomable feeling.
His speech and demeanor also didn’t seem like someone who came from a small place.
Qin Yi’s purpose in asking this was both curiosity and probing.
Chen Mo shook his head, "Small sect, mixed company of individuals, they’re all scattered people from Jianghu, can’t really call it a tradition."
Qin Yi asked again, "Then does Brother Yang have a Daoist title?"
Chen Mo nodded, "You can call me Master Xuanji."
"Xuanji?"
Qin Yi savored it for a moment and praised, "The fourth star of the Big Dipper is Xuanji. This Daoist title aligns with the positions of heaven and earth, representing the stars. It’s truly grand and majestic!"
Chen Mo put down his wine cup and shook his head, "Brother Qin misunderstood. The reason I’m called Xuanji is because my jigi spins."
Qin Yi: "..."
...
In the room next door.
Ling Ningzhi was sitting cross-legged in meditation, her Moon White Daoist robe moving without wind, exuding an aura of ethereal detachment.
Shen Zhixia sat beside her, cradling ginger braised pork trotters in her hands, her small mouth greasy from gnawing.
"It’s been three days out now. By the time the opportunity opens and considering the journey back, it’ll take at least another four or five days before I see Brother Chen Mo."
"But I already miss him..."
"I don’t know if Brother Chen Mo received my letter... What if in the days I’m not around, that General Li takes advantage and they kiss, what then?"
Thinking of this, Shen Zhixia sighed, feeling that the pork trotters in her hand didn’t taste as good anymore.
Ling Ningzhi opened her eyes, and said helplessly, "On this journey, I’ve heard you sigh dozens of times... You and your fiancé haven’t seen each other for ten years, and now just after a few days, you can’t stand it?"
Shen Zhixia pouted and huffed, "When the Daoist has someone she likes, she’ll understand."
Ling Ningzhi shook her head, "The dust of the world is a burden; only by cutting off emotional threads can you sense the heavenly secrets and step into the extraordinary... Eh?!"
Her words abruptly stopped as a strange feeling came over her, Ling Ningzhi’s beautiful eyes widened, her pretty face turning crimson, stammering, "You, what are you doing?!"
Shen Zhixia smiled slyly, "Looks like the Daoist’s emotional threads aren’t completely severed. You can’t even handle a touch from me. What if it were a man?"
"How could it be the same!"

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