Immortal God of War-Chapter 939 - 897: The Son!

While Qin Feiyang and Fatty were conversing secretly, Mu Qing and Elder Yi were also exchanging words in the shadows.

Mu Qing said in a deep voice, "It seems, as Qin Feiyang mentioned, Lu Xingchen has indeed met with misfortune."

"He cannot afford any accidents."

"But now, I must first find a place to restore my Divine Power, so gathering intel will be up to you."

Elder Yi instructed.

"Alright."

Mu Qing responded, putting away the Image Crystal Stone, and looked at Qin Feiyang, "Shall we first enter the city to gather some intel?"

"Sure."

Qin Feiyang nodded, then sent Fatty to the ancient castle.

Seeing this.

Mu Qing’s eyes flashed, "Should we also let Elder Yi go to the ancient castle to restore his Divine Power? That way, if anything happens to us in the city, he can assist in a timely manner?"

"There’s no need for that!"

"As long as we’re careful, there shouldn’t be much of a problem."

Qin Feiyang said.

What a joke, letting a Pseudo God go to the ancient castle, wouldn’t he have his own way?

Mu Qing frowned and said helplessly, "We’re all in the same boat now, do we need to be this guarded?"

Qin Feiyang smiled lightly, "The human heart is unpredictable, it’s better to be cautious."

"You..."

Mu Qing fumed with anger.

"Qing’er, don’t force it, any place will do for me."

Elder Yi chuckled.

"Alright then!"

Mu Qing gave Qin Feiyang a deep look, took out a Shape-shifting Pill, and disguised himself as a young, emaciated looking man.

Qin Feiyang also consumed a Shape-shifting Pill, transforming into a frail and sickly young man.

"Where to?"

Mu Qing looked at Qin Feiyang and asked.

"Fragrant Moon Tower!"

Qin Feiyang’s eyes flashed as he opened a portal, and the two stepped through one after another.

Fragrant Moon Tower, located in the first district.

Qin Feiyang wasn’t unfamiliar with it, as Qin Xi and Qin Yue had been at the Fragrant Moon Tower before.

After many years, Fragrant Moon Tower remained bustling and lively.

The streets in front of it were teeming with people, shoulder to shoulder, with a constant flow of traffic.

Young men and women, dressed in luxurious clothes, were coming and going.

Many had a small sword emblem embroidered on their clothes.

These were the Temple disciples!

Shush!!

Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing appeared among the crowd.

There were all sorts of people on the street, so even with two more individuals, nobody paid attention.

The two scanned their surroundings and directly entered the Fragrant Moon Tower.

"Are you two here to dine?"

A clerk came up to them, glancing at Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing, displaying a somewhat lukewarm attitude.

Their current appearance was too plain, hard to believe they could afford to dine at an upscale place like Fragrant Moon Tower.

"To dine."

Qin Feiyang smiled faintly.

"Come with me."

The clerk glanced at them, then led the two towards a corner of the main hall.

Though they seemed impoverished, one should never judge a book by its cover.

Besides, Fragrant Moon Tower isn’t exactly a super power, yet it holds a certain reputation in the Imperial Capital.

No one dares to dine and dash here.

At the same time.

Qin Feiyang was also observing the people inside the main hall.

Even though it was still morning, there were a lot of people drinking and chatting.

However, the topics being discussed were mostly trivial and of little value.

As they walked.

Qin Feiyang suddenly noticed a table where two young men sat facing each other.

Both had striking features and an extraordinary presence.

One was quite tall, about 1.9 meters.

The other was slightly shorter, around 1.75 meters.

Both had a small sword emblem on their chest.

It was clear they were Temple disciples.

And right next to them, there was an empty table with no one seated.

Qin Feiyang’s eyes gleamed, pointing at that table, he smiled and said, "Let’s sit there!"

Mu Qing glanced at the table and then at the two Temple disciples next to it, immediately understanding Qin Feiyang’s intention.

He shrugged and said casually, "Anywhere’s fine."

The clerk led the two over.

"What would you like to order?"

After Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing sat down, the clerk asked with a smile.

Qin Feiyang smiled and said, "Start with two pots of wine and a few side dishes, that’ll be all."

"Of course."

"Please wait a moment."

The clerk called out as he turned and hurried away.

Mu Qing, using the corner of his eye, glanced at the two Temple disciples, then looked at Qin Feiyang and laughed, "I haven’t been to the capital for so many years, I wonder if anything has changed?"

As he spoke, he gave Qin Feiyang a knowing look.

Qin Feiyang understood, and said in a low voice, "I’ve heard all the princes have been killed, but I don’t know if it’s true or not."

Although he deliberately lowered his voice, the two Temple disciples next to them clearly heard.

They couldn’t help but turn to look at Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing, frowning slightly.

Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing pretended not to notice, continuing their conversation.

Shortly after.

The clerk came back with the two pots of wine and four side dishes, placed them on the table, and walked away once again.

The two Temple disciples continued to keep an eye on Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing.

Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing exchanged glances, with a barely noticeable smile in their eyes.

Then.

They continued drinking and discussing nonchalantly.

"You two, it’s enough to discuss a bit, don’t keep going on."

The shorter man finally couldn’t hold back, turned to Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing, and said in a low voice.

"Huh?"

Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing looked at the man with curiosity.

The short youth said, "I’m looking out for your well-being. If you keep discussing this, you might lose your lives."

Qin Feiyang and his companion exchanged glances, their eyes full of suspicion.

Mu Qing asked quietly, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

The tall youth rolled his eyes and said, "It means that the topic you’re discussing has become a forbidden subject in the Imperial Capital."

"Forbidden?"

"So you’re saying the Princes were truly killed by someone?"

Qin Feiyang said in shock.

"Shh!"

The two Temple disciples’ faces changed abruptly, hastily gesturing for Qin Feiyang to be quiet.

Qin Feiyang immediately covered his mouth, pretending to be fearful as he scanned the surroundings.

"What I want to tell you..."

The short youth seemed like he wanted to say something but swallowed his words, waving his hand and saying, "Forget it, I won’t say anymore. If you wish to die, keep discussing."

"Brother, what’s going on? Don’t keep us in suspense!"

Qin Feiyang transmitted his voice, full of curiosity.

"How about this, a few days ago we got a Spiritual Sea Pill. If you two are willing to tell us, we’ll give the pill to you for free."

Mu Qing offered an enticing condition.

"A Spiritual Sea Pill!"

Their eyes lit up.

Although they were disciples of the Temple, the Spiritual Sea Pill could repair the Qi Sea, making it an extremely precious elixir to them.

The two exchanged a look, pondering for a moment.

The tall youth asked, "Do you really have a Spiritual Sea Pill?"

Mu Qing took out a Spiritual Sea Pill from the Qiankun Bag, waved it briefly, and quickly put it away.

Even though the pill only had one Elixir Pattern, the two were still tempted.

The short youth glanced around the people nearby and said quietly, "We can’t talk about these things here—too many ears and eyes around."

"Understood, understood."

Mu Qing nodded repeatedly, then exchanged a look with Qin Feiyang, a gleam flashing in their eyes before he looked up at the busy waiter, waving him over, "Come here."

The waiter jogged over, smiling, and asked, "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Arrange a private room for me."

"And also put the expenses of these two guests on my tab."

Mu Qing pointed at the two Temple disciples, smiling.

Upon hearing this.

The two were overjoyed.

As disciples of the Temple, such expenses were nothing to them, but Mu Qing’s attitude pleased them greatly.

"A private room?"

But the waiter was stunned.

"Are you worried we can’t pay?"

Mu Qing raised an eyebrow, took out the Spiritual Sea Pill again, and waved it in front of the waiter.

"No, no."

The waiter shuddered, quickly shaking his head, his face breaking into a flattering smile.

What a joke.

Someone who has a Spiritual Sea Pill couldn’t possibly be poor!

As the saying goes, you can’t judge a person by their looks, nor see the depths of the sea.

Luckily, I didn’t offend them earlier, or it would’ve been trouble.

"Then hurry up."

"We have esteemed guests to entertain!"

Mu Qing said with a stern face.

Upon hearing "esteemed guests," the two Temple disciples also got up, their smiles growing wider.

The waiter also glanced at the two, his eyes filled with surprise.

To think they’re acquainted with Temple disciples?

It’s even more important not to neglect them now.

"Gentlemen, please follow me."

The waiter smiled ingratiatingly, quickly leading the four upstairs.

Soon.

They entered a private room on the fourth floor.

Qin Feiyang gave the waiter some instructions, then let him leave.

Mu Qing immediately took out the Spiritual Sea Pill, presenting it to the two with both hands.

The short youth happily took it, shaking his head with a smile, "I didn’t expect you two to be so wealthy!"

"Wealthy?"

Qin Feiyang and his companion exchanged a look.

But honestly, with their wealth, they could indeed be called ’wealthy.’

"Please have a seat."

Qin Feiyang gestured with a smile.

The four sat around together.

Before long.

The waiter delivered four jars of Fragrant Moon Tower’s finest liquor and a dozen delicious dishes.

"So generous!"

The two Temple disciples laughed happily at the table full of dishes.

This meal probably cost at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

"Come, come, don’t be shy."

"Let me toast you both."

Following that.

Qin Feiyang and his companion didn’t ask anything, just drank with the two.

After they finished four jars of liquor, they called for four more.

Ultimately, the two Temple disciples were somewhat drunk.

It was then that Qin Feiyang and Mu Qing exchanged a glance, a sly smile of success in their eyes.

Qin Feiyang asked nonchalantly, "Brothers, are the Princes really dead?"

"They’re dead."

"The Eldest Prince, the Second Prince, and the Fifteenth Prince are all dead."

"They were killed by someone named Qin Feiyang, and even Feng Yun and Lin Dian, sons of the Marquis, died at his hands. Truly a killing star!"

"By the way, do you know who Qin Feiyang is?"

"He’s the Fourteenth Prince who was stripped of his cultivation and exiled from the Imperial Capital years ago."

"He came back for revenge a few years ago, reportedly even fought with the Emperor, and was extremely fierce."

"Now, the Imperial Palace only has a group of princesses left."

"But I heard the Emperor and Empress welcomed a new son last year."

In their drunken stupor, the two spoke with no reservations, enthusiastically recounting the tale.