TNIBFT -Chapter 315 His Mental State Has Deteriorated Further

“You guys?”

Qiu Feibai looked awkwardly at Sun Wuji, whose head was full of white hair.

He was dressed messily, his hair a chaotic bird’s nest, and his face smeared with bright red rouge—even his lips were covered. The whole look was bizarre.

“You… you what…?”

“Never seen a matchmaker before?” Sun Wuji rolled his eyes at Qiu Feibai, completely ignoring him. Hands on his hips, he walked to the door, tiptoeing and glancing around.

Where was his daughter-in-law?

Pouting, Sun Wuji squinted down the street, shaking the large red flower pinned to his chest.

Qiu Feibai shook his head.

He had met Sun Wuji a few times and only knew that this old man possessed unfathomable power and an unpredictable temper.

“Where’s your master?”

Qiu Feibai glanced at Old Yang in the corner, who dared not look up.

The hall now had only two people: Sun Wuji and himself. Old Yang knew Qiu Feibai was a guest invited by Ye Tian; offending him could cost Old Yang dearly.

Lowering his head, Old Yang murmured in a voice like a mosquito: “The master… master went to the Apothecary Hall, taking the three children along.”

Qiu Feibai nodded.

It was really none of his business, but yesterday he had met Xiao Xun’er, which delayed him for half a day and night, so he had missed the morning. But now, even the staff in this hotpot restaurant had become this strange?

Qiu Feibai rose from his chair. “I’ll go to the Apothecary Hall to take a look.”

“Maybe I’ll even run into Ye Tian and Xiao Jiang.”

With that, Qiu Feibai left with a few disciples.

Sun Wuji didn’t react at all, standing at the door like a lonely sentinel.

Old Yang, feeling aggrieved, lifted his head. His hair was styled into two small horn-like braids, his face painted like a monkey’s rear, a coarse green cloth scarf around his neck, and his black shiny skin made him look like a reincarnated frog spirit sitting in the corner.

For a Ninth-Rank master to be dressed like this… who could imagine it?

Old Yang felt like crying. When Sun Wuji turned to look at him, he immediately froze his mouth, forcing out a smile far worse than crying.

“Master?”

“Has my master returned?”

Xiao Jiang’s joyful voice came from outside. Sun Wuji’s face lit up with delight, and he hurried to the door, not forgetting to give Old Yang a wink.

“Sun… Grandpa Sun?”

Xiao Jiang froze at the doorway.

Looking at the flamboyantly dressed Sun Wuji, he was a little terrified. Sun Wuji grinned, his mental state seeming even more unhinged. Xiao Jiang nervously stepped back and shouted, “Second Sister… Second Sister!”

“You little brat!”

Sun Wuji was speechless.

When Ye Tian, Ye Shuangxue, and Ye Yunting got out of the carriage, all four of them were stunned.

Sun Wuji glanced behind Ye Tian. “Where’s the daughter-in-law?”

“Look at me like this—isn’t it festive?”

“I’ve seen weddings before—not just a matchmaker, but also a clown…”

“And the entire backyard—I even hung lanterns, put up the big red ‘double happiness’ characters. If it’s tonight’s wedding night, it’s all set!” Sun Wuji said with complete confidence.

His obedient disciple had entrusted him with such a crucial task—how could he possibly fail?

Sun Wuji struck a pose that practically begged for praise.

Ye Tian glanced at Old Yang following behind Sun Wuji and was immediately exasperated.

Good thing Qin Fengyi had something to do; otherwise, people would definitely think he was losing his mind.

“She hasn’t come!”

“She just happened to have something today, so…” Ye Tian shrugged helplessly.

Sun Wuji’s smile gradually froze. His gaze turned icy as he looked at Ye Tian. “She hasn’t come?”

“It must be your fault!”

“Do you know how long this old man has been busy trying to get you a wife?”

Sun Wuji panted heavily.

Old Yang shrank his neck, not daring to speak, afraid of becoming the scapegoat.

Ye Shuangxue held her master’s large hand and looked up with her little face: “Master, you’re really cute like this… I want to put on rouge too…”

“Really?”

Sun Wujie was overjoyed. He scooped up Ye Shuangxue and trotted off, grinning from ear to ear.

…

At this moment, on the outskirts of Sifang City.

The temperature was very low, and the roadside was icy and slippery.

Compared to the bustling city center, the outskirts were much quieter, with very few pedestrians. Even the few who did appear wore tattered clothes, looked pale and sickly, and dared not meet the eyes of Qin Fengyi and the others.

Qin Fengyi, accompanied by Nanfeng and the others, had been tracking to this location.

They saw that in this alley, every household had its doors tightly shut, with only the occasional barking of dogs.

Qin Fengyi glanced at Nanfeng behind her.

“This is the place. According to our people’s reports, these people often sneak around and frequently come and go in this alley.”

“We once swept through the Goddess Palace before; there’s no way we’re wrong!”

Nanfeng looked around cautiously, walking behind Qin Fengyi, and whispered.

Qin Fengyi wore a dark, form-fitting combat outfit, her long hair bound by a silver crown, exuding an extraordinary aura of courage. Behind her followed a group of young men, each as solid as a tower, clearly not to be trifled with.

She nodded slightly.

Calmly, she said, “You all stay outside. Remember, don’t let a single remnant escape.”

“I can go in alone!”

Alone?

Nanfeng froze for a moment, then quickly clasped his fists: “Yes!”

No one ever doubted Qin Fengyi’s strength, but they feared the underhanded tactics of the Goddess Palace. Without the Emperor there to watch over them, any accident would be a responsibility no one could bear. Seeing Qin Fengyi’s unwavering expression, however, no one dared question her.

After a few moments, a scout returned: “Everything is normal. The compound has two large gates, about six tile-roofed houses inside, and roughly twenty people come and go regularly.”

The group now had a rough understanding.

Qin Fengyi raised her hand: “Move out!”

“Yes!”

The black-armored men surged forward like arrows released from a bow.

…

Inside the compound, in the courtyard.

Qiushui was giving a lecture.

A group of women dressed in red, their faces veiled by red silk, hung their heads as they listened: “This mission failed because you were too stupid! Shouting openly in the crowd—were you asking to die?”

“Do you even have a brain?”

“What’s the point of money? Didn’t I say that on the day the Apothecary Hall opened, we’d hire people to cause trouble?”

“It’s not that we don’t want to hire anyone, it’s just that we couldn’t find anyone…”

Someone muttered in objection.

A cold glint flashed in Qiushui’s eyes. “Slap!” Her hand struck the woman’s face, knocking her to the ground.

Qiushui coldly glanced at the others: “Anyone else not satisfied?”

“Don’t forget the young master’s words. In Sifang City, everyone must listen to me!”

“Yes!” The group obediently responded.

Qiushui’s cold gaze returned to the woman on the ground as she continued: “The young master’s goal is to kill Ye Tian. Even if you can’t kill him now, you need to make him frustrated. And what did you do? In a single round, you let Ye Tian see everything we did before—it’s all exposed.”

“So what should we do now?”

“Yes, Sister Qiushui, what should we do?”

The women chattered nervously.

Qiushui was about to speak when a clear, cold voice rang from behind, mocking: “Don’t bother thinking!”

Everyone turned suspiciously and saw a cold, elegant woman smiling faintly, arms crossed, looking at them with disdain.

“Who are you?”

“How did you get in here?”

They all drew their weapons, ready to defend themselves.