By evening, most of the players in Shangjing City had already left. Only a few were still wandering around the city.
The panic in the commoners’ hearts gradually subsided. And that male Zhen Wu player had a bountiful harvest—not only had he found his target, but he also had a fragrant beauty in his arms. Just by looking at his upturned lips, you could tell how smug he was right now.
The woman in his arms was the daughter of a wealthy merchant, sweet sixteen, quite attractive. In modern terms, she was only sixteen—still a minor in reality—but here, that was already an age for marriage, even considered a bit on the older side. The girl’s name was Li Xiaorong. Her father had arranged several marriages for her, but she had used various tricks to make the other party break off the engagements. She used whatever was terrifying—plague, smallpox, you name it—to scare off matchmakers, making the Li family famous in the neighborhood and basically ensuring no matchmaker would ever approach again. No man could tolerate such a troublesome wife.
Li Xiaorong was actually delighted that no matchmakers came. In her heart, how could an ordinary person be worthy of her? The only one who could match her was probably an immortal.
As it happened, Li Xiaorong heard from her maidservant that the immortals had entered the city in large numbers today, causing quite a stir. She changed into a cyan tube-top dress and, ignoring her father’s Gate-Closing Decree, fled the Li Manor with her maid.
Player characters’ appearances were created based on their real-world looks—some were ugly, some were elegant, but most were average. With both good and bad looks, flowers always need green leaves to set off their uniqueness.
Just as Li Xiaorong was watching with fascination, an immortal suddenly walked up beside her, and she immediately became nervous. Li Xiaorong lowered her head and cautiously glanced at the immortal. His features weren’t exactly handsome like Pan An, nor did he have a heroic aura—he just looked like a refined young scholar. If he weren’t an immortal, Li Xiaorong probably wouldn’t have given him a second glance under normal circumstances. But since he was an immortal, the outcome was different.
What puzzled Li Xiaorong was that this immortal, after approaching her, remained completely silent. But she didn’t have the courage to ask, so she just lowered her head and timidly fiddled with her fingers.
“Miss, an im…immortal,” her maidservant nervously prompted.
Li Xiaorong shot her a reproachful look, signaling her to shut up. The maidservant quickly closed her mouth and played ostrich on the side.
She felt a bit helpless, unable to figure out what this immortal wanted. If he had taken a liking to her, why wasn’t he making any move? If not, then why was he standing right beside her? With no other choice, Li Xiaorong could only wait quietly, her heart pounding nervously, with no mind for the spectacle.
As time passed, the immortal beside her still made no indication. This gradually convinced Li Xiaorong that she had been flattering herself, and a blush of shame spread across her face. After waiting so long, it turned out she was just deluding herself. Thinking of this, Li Xiaorong couldn’t help but shoot a reproachful glance at the immortal beside her.
She wouldn’t have looked if it wasn’t important, but looking gave her a fright. The immortal was looking at her with a full smile. Startled, Li Xiaorong immediately averted her eyes, and her face blushed again—but this time it was from shyness, not shame.
Immortal, the immortal was looking at her. ‘Could it mean that the immortal really was interested in her?’ This thought made Li Xiaorong so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
“The weather is nice today, and my luck is good too—I met an interesting person,” the immortal muttered to himself.
Because of the immortal’s previous look, Li Xiaorong knew that this was directed at her.
‘Interesting??’ ‘Hehe, was he talking about her?’
Li Xiaorong’s heart was leaping with joy. If there weren’t people around, she would have walked up and spoken to the immortal. Although she couldn’t speak, she still nodded slightly.
“Barring any surprises, there should be a nice moon tonight. I wonder what good place there is to appreciate the moonlight—I’m someone who likes quiet.”
This sentence immediately caused Li Xiaorong’s pupils to dilate in shock; she was dumbfounded. She hadn’t expected this immortal to be so direct, so bold in inviting her to enjoy the moonlight together tonight, and even finding a secluded place. Were all immortals this frivolous? Or had she misunderstood? Li Xiaorong looked at him with confusion.
“What do you think, Miss?”
The immortal’s spring-like smile made her blush furiously again, and she quickly averted her eyes. However, this also confirmed her suspicions. ‘This unorthodox immortal was indeed inviting her to a secluded place to appreciate the moonlight.’ ‘A secluded place… Could the immortal be planning to…’
For a moment, Li Xiaorong’s heart was both worried and excited—an indescribable mix of emotions. Her feminine reserve prevented her from agreeing immediately. She, Li Xiaorong, was after all a proper lady from a respectable family; no matter how tempted she was, she wouldn’t be so casual.
The immortal seemed to read Li Xiaorong’s hesitation and sighed in disappointment. “Alas, it seems I don’t have the fortune to enjoy the moonlight.”
Li Xiaorong clenched her small hands in grievance, struggling with herself over whether to agree right now. Judging by the immortal’s tone, he seemed a bit disappointed in her.
No. She had finally met an immortal—she absolutely couldn’t let this opportunity slip.
“Esteemed immortal, this little maiden resides in her boudoir and seldom goes out. I cannot guide you, please forgive me.” Having said that, Li Xiaorong placed her hands folded in front of her abdomen and bent her knees slightly in a bow. Her posture was elegant, quite befitting a proper young lady. This was also the meaning she intended to convey—showing that she was a proper lady who wouldn’t go to a secluded place with him, while also appearing very polite. Well then, from now on everything would be handled by etiquette.
“Alright.”
After that, the immortal didn’t speak again. This drove Li Xiaorong crazy with anxiety, but she couldn’t find a topic to talk about, so she could only silently scold herself for being useless. The immortal’s gaze was no longer on her. Li Xiaorong was extremely dejected—because of this unnecessary reserve, she had lost the opportunity bestowed by heaven. ‘Celestial brother, wuwuwu, it was gone just like that.’
“Ah!!!”
Suddenly, at this moment, a scream rang out. Everyone saw a Yihua player galloping down the street, occasionally charging into the crowd. Watching the NPCs flee in panic, the Yihua player laughed heartily. After injuring several pedestrians, he was immediately surrounded by the constables of the Dali Temple.
“Halt the horse!!!”
“What the hell, you’re causing trouble!”
The fierce appearance of the constables startled the Yihua player, who thought they were going to attack him. He hastily opened the map and teleported away. Seeing this, the constables breathed a sigh of relief. They were only putting on a show—orders from above forbade them from clashing with sect disciples. Otherwise, they would have loved to arrest this scumbag who had no regard for human life.
However, this accident gave someone an opportunity.
“Miss, this place is dangerous. Let me escort you home.”