Chapter 759 - 362: The Misguidance of Intuition

Shuocheng.

The City Lord’s mansion, side hall.

Since You Su appeared outside Shuocheng, he hadn’t worn sunglasses anymore, because such peculiar items would attract too much unnecessary attention. Anyway, with his nearsighted vision and more free divine sense, he moved around no differently than someone with normal sight.

He observed the guest room he was in; it was the first time he felt he could describe the architecture of Beiao Continent as grand and magnificent.

The hall was spacious and well-lit, with beams carved with dragons and phoenixes hanging high, and the tables and chairs were made of carved pearwood. There was even a screen separating the bedroom from the living room, which was almost an impossibility in Beiao Continent.

Such a delicate and exquisite layout reminded You Su of the mansions in Zhongyuan Continent, indicating that the City Lord of Shuocheng likely admired the culture of Zhongyuan. And the reason he could stay in such an expensive guest room was probably all thanks to that Flower Daoist.

Thinking back to his twists and turns entering the city, You Su found himself increasingly curious about that Flower Daoist.

Ever since that inexplicable game began, the Flower Daoist’s actions were entirely inscrutable to You Su. And obviously, like those Evil Gods hidden in unknown realms, unknown things always make people uneasy.

You Su couldn’t figure out his motives, nor did he know why he was entangled in the matter.

But he was certain that the Flower Daoist must have seen through his cultivation.

Because You Su initially thought this Flower Daoist was just an ordinary fake Daoist, but the Flower Daoist’s ability to come and go without a trace proved his strength was unfathomable. You Su mistook him for a regular person because the disparity in strength was too great, hence his disguise couldn’t have fooled the Flower Daoist.

This exposed a most fatal problem—

A young person like him, with good cultivation, was fully qualified to be openly welcomed into the city by the officials through the main gate, yet instead, he was willing to let a mortal hoodlum sell him into Chuixue Tower as a gigolo just to get into the city. He must have an identity he couldn’t reveal and an unspeakable purpose.

Then why did he still help me?

You Su thought more about it, drank the hot tea on the table in one gulp, and stuffed Bai Ze, who was scuttling around the room, back inside his collar, seriously whispering as he patted Bai Ze’s head:

"We can’t stay here. Be good, we must leave immediately!"

The Flower Daoist was currently in the main hall discussing matters with the City Lord, if he didn’t leave now, it would be even harder.

Bai Ze was still somewhat baffled, but after so many days together, it had grown to trust You Su immensely.

When You Su arrived, he had already scanned the area with his divine sense; outside this guest room, reserved for esteemed guests, there were no guards stationed. As long as he explained to the maids that he was the Flower Daoist’s disciple and needed to go out on an errand, he should be able to slip out!

You Su extended his divine sense again, confirming no one was in the courtyard, furrowing his sword eyebrows as he opened the door.

But what met his eyes after opening the door wasn’t the grey-white snow in the courtyard, but a peacock in full bloom.

"Oh, how did you know your master came back!"

The Flower Daoist always had a gentle smile on his face, giving off an impression void of any false friendliness but rather genuinely harmless.

You Su’s heart trembled, he pursed his lips and stepped aside:

"I am not your disciple."

"Many people wish to be my disciple."

The Flower Daoist clasped his hands behind his back and walked into the room. As he stepped in, the door shut on its own, sealing off the biting cold wind outside.

"I am not a sociable person."

You Su sat back at the tea table, since he knew he couldn’t escape anymore, he refilled his empty teacup. After running outside for three days, he was already craving a taste of the hot tea.

"Therefore, you are an interesting person."

The Flower Daoist leisurely sat down on the other side of the table, "After all, I brought you into the city, is pouring a cup of tea for the young Daoist too much to ask?"

You Su raised his thick eyebrows and still filled the cup for the other.

"Why help me." You Su asked straightforwardly.

"Because you guessed it." The Flower Daoist said in an expectant tone as if it were a matter of course, enjoying the tea’s aroma, "The young Daoist said he could grant you one wish within his power, wasn’t your wish to enter the city?"

You Su pursed his lips, his earlier guess was spot on, the Flower Daoist indeed noticed what unspeakable secret he harbored.

But the Flower Daoist chose not to expose it, nor to inquire, but to ignore it?

"In that case, why did you leave without saying a word?"

You Su referred to the matter of making him take the blame for being a murderer.

"That fat guy didn’t know me, needed to find someone who did," The Flower Daoist waved his hand, blissfully enjoying the fragrant tea.

Only then did You Su realize, no wonder the commander had appeared so timely; it turned out he was unknowingly led there by this Flower Daoist.

While You Su was speculating about the real identity of the person in front of him, the Flower Daoist suddenly set down his teacup:

"Why did you switch?"

"Switch what? The hidden compartment?" You Su didn’t expect the other to still be fixated on that silly game.

"Exactly! You were willing to pretend to be deceived by traffickers, willing to bear the crime of murder, all out of your resolute determination to enter the city. This clearly shows that you’re undoubtedly a person of unwavering resolve and tenacity! Such people, throughout history, have always been pillars of the path of immortality." The Flower Daoist’s eyes were bright with interest, yet his tone was utterly puzzled, "Yet, why would someone like this so decisively choose to switch paths when faced with two choices? Clearly, the odds of guessing correctly were the same, fifty-fifty. With that being the case, why didn’t someone like you choose to trust your own intuition?"