The sunset glow in the horizon dyed half the sky red. The setting sun was already setting in the west. When the last ray of setting sun's afterglow quietly sank into the sky, night came quietly.

In just half a day, Fu Ling'er's spaceship landed on the open space outside Kongming City.

Bai Yu, Xuan Chen, Xiao Zi and others jumped first and slowly landed on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Wanqi Yuan and Fu Ling'er also slowly walked down the spaceship, as if they were stepping on a ladder, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

It was almost time to close the city gates, and almost no one was entering the city. The soldiers at the city gate saw a group of handsome men and beautiful women slowly approaching.

One of them nudged the man next to him with his elbow and said.

"Hey, someone is here, hurry up and bring out the portrait,"

"Where is it? Oh! It's really it," the man was still in a daze. He had been guarding the city gate for a day and comparing portraits for a day. He was tired physically and visually. Now it was finally time for the shift change, and here comes another person. He felt very unhappy, and his tone was not much better.

"Hey, what about you guys? What are you doing? What are you doing in Kongming City?"

"Thank you for your hard work, brothers. Please have some tea. We, the disciples of our sect, are out for training and are passing by Kongming City. We would like to go into the city to rest for a night and experience the warm and hospitable atmosphere of the people of Kongming City," Lingyou did not want to cause any trouble and quickly handed a purse to the two city guards.

The man pinched his purse, which was very textured! His originally impatient face suddenly became more enthusiastic.

"Oh! You are quite sensible? Okay! You have made the right decision to come to my Kongming City. The people of my Kongming City are warm and hospitable, and will definitely make you feel at home. Come on, come and line up to register. And those two women, come to the front," the man called Fu Ling'er and Zhuge Qiao to the front, and compared them one by one with the portraits in his hand.

Ling You took a glance and was shocked. It was a portrait of Sister Ling. When did this happen?

"Well, let's go!" The man waved his hand and let Fu Ling'er and Zhuge Qiao enter the city gate.

"Brother, the woman in the portrait..." Ling You originally wanted to find out what was going on, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the man impatiently.

"Don't talk too much. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

"Yes, yes, I'll leave now," Ling You clasped his fist apologetically and quickly walked into the city gate.

The group quickly entered the city. Fortunately, they all looked different now. No matter how good your painting skills are, you can't recognize Sister Ling.

They walked into the largest inn in the city and checked into Moxiangyuan. Only then did everyone sit down and talk.

"Sister Ling, your portrait is being held at the city gate for strict inspection, which means someone has discovered that we have arrived at the Ninth Heaven. The soldiers at the city gate belong to the City Lord's Mansion. Could it be that the City Lord is looking for you?" Xiao Zi couldn't wait for Fu Ling'er to speak, and asked impatiently.

"Don't forget, according to past practice, this City Lord's Mansion is most likely related to the Ghost Demon Pavilion. Ling'er's portrait was most likely released by the Pavilion Master of the Ghost Demon Pavilion."

"Sister Ling, Brother Yuan, no matter what kind of portrait he has, let's go and take down his lair tonight," Xiao Zi was more radical. Since they were all here, they would definitely not let him have an easy time.

"Okay, let's all go and rest first, and we'll take action at midnight tonight," Wanqi Yuan made the final decision. He just happened to have the same idea as Xiao Zi.

That night.

Wanqi Yuan brought Bai Yu, Xiao Zi, Xuan Chen, Ling You Mie Ya and the three sacred beasts, and Lu Yan followed behind. The group dressed in black. Under the cover of darkness, they headed towards a mountainside in the west of the city like ghosts.

Fu Ling'er and a few other girls stayed in the inn waiting for good news. Except for Lu Yan, who was lacking in strength, the others were all good players. Based on her understanding of the upper limit of the strength of the Ninth Heaven, the Divine Emperor Realm could be considered a powerful person.

On this night, Kongming City seemed to have returned to the original Yunzhou City. The same deafening roar was heard, and the sparks from the clashing of swords flew everywhere like fireworks, instantly illuminating the thrilling moment of life and death under the night sky.

At the same time, shrill wails and painful groans continued to be heard from the city. These sounds intertwined together, like weeping and complaining, echoing in the ears of every citizen in the city, making people shudder.

The battle came quickly and ended even faster. Almost at the moment before someone approached, a group of dark shadows disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Returning to the inn quietly, Wanqi Yuan cast a cleansing spell on himself, then quietly got on the bed and gently embraced Fu Ling'er in his arms. Fu Ling'er whimpered twice, and Wanqi Yuan quickly patted her a few times to comfort her, fearing that he would wake her up.

When it was daybreak, the travelers met in the dining room.

Everyone was eating around the table, and Xiao Zi told Fu Ling'er in vivid detail about their wonderful performance last night.

But as she listened, Fu Ling'er felt something was wrong.

"Did you win too easily last night?" He then turned his puzzled look to Wanqi Yuan.

"Ling'er guessed correctly. We didn't run into the branch pavilion master last night. I captured a steward, and he said that the pavilion master had taken the elites to the Lost Swamp for a mission, and emphasized that they left very suddenly."

"Is it very sudden?" Fu Ling'er was stunned, and suddenly remembered that at noon yesterday, she seemed to have met a group of people heading towards the Misty Swamp on the way to Kongming City. Could it be that group of people?

Fu Ling'er was in a good mood and told everyone her guess. Everyone laughed along with her.

"Hahaha! Sister Ling, this really is... fate! Hahaha! Sister Ling, tell me, when they find out that their lair has been wiped out by us, will they be so furious that their lungs will explode?" Xiao Zi laughed the most happily. He felt happy whenever he thought of those people who were confused and angry, and who were frustrated because they couldn't find the murderer.

"Ling'er, the Pavilion Master seems to know that you appeared in the Misty Swamp, and he is very sure. After we came to the Ninth Heaven, it seems that we did not expose our whereabouts! Then how did he know? Is he the only one who knows it or does the headquarters of the Ghost Demon Pavilion know about it?" As soon as Wanqi Yuan finished speaking, everyone stopped laughing.

Yes! No one revealed Sister Ling's whereabouts, so how did the Ghost Demon Pavilion know?

Fu Ling'er looked at everyone's serious expressions and spoke hurriedly.

"Don't forget, when we encountered bandits in the Misty Swamp, there were two groups of people fighting. Didn't those people run away later? At that time, Xiao Zi used her innate skills, and those people must have seen it. Maybe they told others about it after they came back, and someone with ulterior motives heard it, and then deduced that it was me based on Xiao Zi's purple-level thunder. It's not surprising."

"Then...what should we do now, Sister Ling? The Guisha Pavilion headquarters must be looking for you," Zhuge Qiao was anxious. It would be easy for them to defeat the Guisha Pavilion one by one, but if they all rushed at once, they would probably have to flee in panic.