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Chapter 1294 What do you think of Jiao Yuan?
Ning Ruan's tone was exceptionally serious.
This is no joke.
Long Jun: "..."
For a fleeting moment, his dignified and solemn face froze.
Then, he also spat out his essence blood, slowly raised his right hand, and brought his index and middle fingers together, pointing straight to the sky.
"I, Long Jun, swear by all my cultivation and my position as city lord."
"May the heavens bear witness."
His voice was not loud, but every word was clear, echoing inside and outside Yunqi Terrace.
"I was unaware of the recent disappearances of prodigies from various races within the Eternal Domain, and I have never been involved!"
"If I know something but don't report it, or if I secretly participate, may my cultivation be completely destroyed, my soul fall into the deepest hell, and I die with my eyes wide open in disgrace."
Boom!
As the oath was made, an even more somber sound of the Dao principles, than when the elder of the Wind Fox Clan had sworn his oath, faintly resounded in the heavens.
An invisible yet immense will descended, swept over Long Jun, and then dissipated.
Heaven has given its approval.
"So? Are you trustworthy now?"
The city lord looked at Ning Ruan.
Whether the old man from the Wind Fox Clan believed it or not, he didn't care.
If Ning Ruan hadn't been here today, he wouldn't have even made the Heavenly Oath.
If he didn't do it, then he didn't, and no one can wrong him.
Of course, when he took the oath, he only said that he was unaware of it and had not participated.
They no longer dared to be as certain as before that it had nothing to do with the Jiao Clan.
Because, as things stand, this matter is probably actually related...
The city lord narrowed his eyes slightly, and a fleeting killing intent flashed deep within them.
If he finds out who's behind this, he'll have to torture them to death to vent his anger.
"how come……"
The old man from the Wind Fox Clan staggered back two steps, his cloudy eyes filled with confusion and despair.
He genuinely believed that the city lord of Jiaocheng was responsible for this incident.
Even if he is no match for the other party, as long as he has this clue, he can always find another way to rescue Afu.
but now……
It turns out he really wasn't the city lord.
The only clue has been lost.
The person he thought was behind it all was completely unaware of this.
Then... who took his Afu away?
Who is it that possesses such extraordinary abilities to abduct so many people right under the nose of the city lord of Jiaocheng without anyone noticing?
A surge of immense fear and helplessness overwhelmed me in an instant.
Long Jun didn't care that he didn't get a response.
He stretched out his hand.
Not far away, the dazzling invitation card that Jiao Yuan was holding transformed into a stream of light and landed steadily in his palm.
Long Jun held the invitation card and handed it towards Ning Ruan:
"Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, shall we continue with the Azure Sea Tide Feast tomorrow night?"
"Young Fellow Daoist Ning, would you like to attend the banquet?"
"Of course." Ning Ruan casually accepted the invitation, a half-smile on her face. "I just wonder if anyone will go missing tomorrow?"
Long Jun: "..."
The killing intent in his eyes rekindled, and he said with a cold smile, "If he really dares to come, then I'll have to thank him."
"However, I bet he doesn't have the guts. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Ning?"
Ning Ruan said, "I don't know."
Long Jun: "..."
He gave Ning Ruan a deep look, but didn't say another word.
Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up and the enemy is someone else, there is no point in saying anything more.
He swayed and was about to leave.
But just as he turned around, he suddenly stopped.
A voice that only Ning Ruan could hear resounded directly in her mind.
"Young Fellow Daoist Ning."
It was Long Jun's voice transmission.
What do you think of Jiao Yuan?
Ning Ruan was curiously playing with the rather ornate invitation in her hand when she heard this. She subconsciously looked up and glanced at Jiao Yuan, who was standing straight and handsome as jade not far away.
She was slightly startled.
Immediately, a strong sense of déjà vu washed over me.
Oh wow.
She knows this plot very well.
What do you do when you encounter a prodigy who is not to be trifled with and has everything?
It's for giving away.
Sending someone attractive, talented, and obedient to serve as a servant can both express goodwill and act as an informant—a win-win situation.
This city lord of Jiaocheng certainly knows how to play the game quite well.
"Lord, please speak plainly." Ning Ruan replied in kind, her tone calm and completely unpredictable.
Long Jun didn't keep them in suspense and continued in a steady voice:
"Jiao Yuan is from a branch of our clan. He has decent talent and a calm temperament. Most importantly, he knows when to advance and retreat and understands the proper measure."
"Fellow Daoist Ning is all alone here, and he always needs someone to handle miscellaneous matters."
"If you don't mind, let him stay by your side and serve you. It's just a small token of my appreciation."
Having said all that, the intention couldn't be clearer.
This was the first time Ning Ruan had ever been given away as a gift.
But she didn't refuse outright.
There was silence for a moment.
Long Jun assumed she was considering the pros and cons and didn't think much of it.
A prodigy like Ning Ruan must be a deep thinker, and it's only natural that he would weigh the pros and cons.
However, the next moment, Ning Ruan's voice transmission came slowly, with only one question.
Can he cook?
Long Jun: "..."
All the prepared arguments about how Jiao Yuan could help handle relationships between various parties and provide intelligence were instantly blocked by these few words.
To cook...?
Although I know Ning Ruan has a great appetite.
But I really didn't expect her to be this kind.
Is Jiao Yuan's face really less appealing than a meal?
Long Jun subconsciously glanced at Jiao Yuan.
This face is indeed very outstanding.
Not only among the Jiaolong clan, but also among other clans, as long as their aesthetic sense isn't too unique, they should all like it.
Not to mention, Jiao Yuan has been raised as an elite since childhood, and is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, formations and strategies. However, he has never even seen anything related to the kitchen, let alone done it.
What respectable monk would learn this?
Long Jun remained silent for a full three breaths before replying with two words via telepathy.
"……Won't."
"Oh," Ning Ruan replied crisply, "then there's no need."
"What use is someone who can't even cook?"
"City Lord, you should keep it for yourself. Besides, I'm not alone. Doesn't the City Lord know that I brought more than forty Boundless Bandits with me?"
Long Jun: "..."
I felt like I couldn't catch my breath, and my Daoist resolve almost wavered.
Having lived for so many years, he has seen countless people, both those he has tried to win over and those he has tried to win over. What kind of situation hasn't he seen?
But today, he truly had his eyes opened.
It was just an excuse Ning Ruan was using; she could have simply refused him.
But he could tell.
Ningruan is not like that.
She refused because Jiao Yuan couldn't cook.
And the matter of leading more than forty bandits... Is this something that can be said to his face?
Long Jun could only pretend he hadn't heard it.
With a wave of his hand, he and Jiao Yuan disappeared outside the Dragon Nest Platform.
"They're finally gone!"
The spirit of the Lingke Fruit Tree retreated back into the tree the moment Long Jun appeared.
Now he's swaggering out again, saying, "Of all the city lords of the Eternal Domain's Flood Dragon City, this is the one I dislike the most!"