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The wheels of the carriage turned, and the smoke driven by the wooden wheels seemed like wisps of gauze, winding between the roadside bricks and yellow earth.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin strolled among mortals, both dressed in simple linen clothes, trying to conceal their identities from the immortal realm. Wu Sheng had a subtle heaviness in his expression, while Hang Lin occasionally glanced around, searching for possible clues.
The two of them walked aimlessly, scrutinizing the crowd around them and listening to the conversations on the streets and alleys.
"Jade Emperor has high expectations for this mission. We must find The Immortal in the Painting as soon as possible, or the consequences will be unimaginable," Wu Sheng suddenly restrained his smile and continued.
"I heard that The Immortal in the Painting often appears around here, assuming various identities. How should we start investigating?" Hang Lin asked.
"Mother, I heard that The Immortal in the Painting helped Auntie Li's family, saving their daughter from the county magistrate's greed. He is truly a hero!" a passionate child said.
"Child, don't casually talk about these things. These are all adult matters," a woman nervously glanced around, afraid of being overheard.
"It seems that the people here all greatly respect The Immortal in the Painting, almost like a hero," Hang Lin commented.
"Hero? Perhaps in their eyes. But in my view, he is just killing recklessly. However, this also helps us understand his motives and methods more." Wu Sheng said in a serious tone.
Gradually, they began to search for clues about The Immortal in the Painting in this human society, no longer searching and capturing like headless flies at the beginning. The more they investigated, the more they seemed to discover some kind of connection.
Wu Sheng pointed to a storyteller ahead and said, "Let's start from there. There's always some truth in the words of mortals, it just needs careful sifting." The two walked up to the storyteller, who was passionately recounting a thrilling story.
"Everyone knows that The Immortal in the Painting is a hero! Do you know? Just last month, the county official wanted to separate a young couple who were truly in love, but he received a painting. The next day, that official was found dead in his own study!"
The crowd listened with rapt attention, some even couldn't help but applaud.
"It seems that The Immortal in the Painting is truly regarded as a hero in the hearts of the people," Hang Lin said to Wu Sheng in a low voice.
"We still need to observe. We need more information to understand his true purpose," Wu Sheng frowned in thought.
Wu Sheng Nodding slightly, he caressed the mysterious runes embroidered on his robe with one hand.
The two of them stopped in front of a stall, where the vendor was a fat middle-aged man holding a fan and kindly introducing various jewelry and accessories.
"Sir, how do you like this amber bracelet? It's embedded with real phoenix feathers, very auspicious."
Wu Sheng glanced at the stall owner, didn't respond, but stared intently at several paintings on an easel not far away. The paintings were of various styles, but all had an unfathomable aura.
Hang Lin noticed Wu Sheng's gaze and followed it. Suddenly, his expression changed. " Wu Sheng, look over there—"
Just as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly passed through the crowd, briefly pausing in front of the painting before quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"Go, keep up," the voice of Wu Sheng was full of determination.
The two of them traversed the bustling market, crossed narrow alleys, and finally arrived at a brothel called " Xiu Yue Tower. The exterior of Xiu Yue Tower was magnificent, and the interior decoration was also quite exquisite. As soon as they entered, a strong smell of incense could be detected.
"Where is this..." Hang Lin felt somewhat uncomfortable in this environment.
"No matter where it is, as long as we can find clues about The Immortal in the Painting, it's worth exploring," Wu Sheng interrupted him.
Two people entered the Xiu Yue Tower, where the soft lighting instantly captured their attention with the scene inside the building.
A screen made of alternating yellow rosewood and redwood blocks the view of the rooms upstairs, and each window is adorned with wax-dyed curtains featuring painted flowing orioles, appearing extremely exquisite.
The lantern behind the screen softly illuminates the entire hall, and in the center of the building, there is a small pond with several colorful carp swimming in it, creating a unique and romantic atmosphere.
"Look at the decorations, truly worthy of being the top brothel in the mortal world," Hang Lin praised in a low voice.
"But she over there is even more captivating," Wu Sheng nodded towards a corner.
In a secluded corner of the private room, the mysterious woman is engaged in conversation with a man dressed in luxurious attire. The woman, dressed in white, sits elegantly with a few smiling peonies adorning her hair, exuding timeless beauty.
The man, on the other hand, is bold and generous, dressed in elaborate clothing, clearly a wealthy young man.
The man's name is Zhao Ming, a local official in this city who has a notorious reputation. He often takes advantage of his position to engage in various illegal activities.
He sat in front of the woman, his eyes greedily scanning her body, a sly smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't that woman the same person we saw at the market just now?" Hang Lin said.
"Exactly, but now her identity seems even more elusive." Wu Sheng squinted.
For some reason, when their gaze fell on that woman, a subtle feeling surged in their hearts, as if enveloped by some kind of power.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin deliberately chose a table not far from her, ordered some tea called "Dragon Well Tea" and a few delicate snacks.
The brothel is decorated luxuriously, with huge red lanterns hanging and thick brocade carpets on the floor. Inside, several sticks of "Phoenix Dance" incense burn, creating a contradictory yet enchanting atmosphere.
"I've always wanted to know, why did The Immortal in the Painting do this?" Hang Lin furrows his brow, holding a teacup in one hand and absentmindedly running his hand over the peony pattern on the table.
"Perhaps this is his way of expressing dissatisfaction with the world. Whatever the purpose, we need to understand it more deeply." Wu Sheng responded, while carefully observing the actions of the woman.
They wanted to observe this mysterious woman closely to understand if she was related to "The Immortal in the Painting".
"Here, this is Longjing tea just imported from the south, with a sweet taste that is quite rare," a waiter said as he placed the tea and snacks on their table.
"Thank you," Hang Lin smiled slightly and began to enjoy the tea.
In the corner of an independent compartment.
" Liu Qi, may I have the fan in your hand?" Zhao Ming asked, with a hint of arrogance in his tone.
"Since you are so interested, then as you wish," Liu Qi smiled, with a hint of playfulness in her tone.
At that moment, the woman elegantly raised the brush in her hand and lightly stamped her signature on the fan, then presented the fan to the man.
The painting on the fan depicted a woman of extraordinary beauty, with a myriad of postures, vividly as if she were about to step out of the fan.
Her eyes were full of charm and temptation, like an unattainable peak, making people only able to admire from a distance and not to profane.
The man took the fan and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but get closer to Liu Qi, as if he wanted to say something.
"Hmph, it seems he willingly took the bait," Wu Sheng said to Hang Lin with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
Hang Lin nodded, but his gaze became even more serious. "However, the temperament of this woman is very similar to the description of the fortune teller. She may also be a transform identity. We cannot take it lightly."
Suddenly, Liu Qi turned around, and those eyes seemed to penetrate the heart, making people shudder.
"This gaze... could it be that they've discovered us?" Hang Lin A shiver ran down my spine, and I instinctively reached for the long sword at my waist.
Wu Sheng sensed the unease of Hang Lin and whispered, "Don't act rashly, don't expose our identities. We need more evidence to confirm if she is indeed one of the transform identities of The Immortal in the Painting."
Two people held teacups, maintaining a calm exterior, but turmoil raged within their hearts.
The mysterious woman turned her head again, as if casually glancing at them, and then softly asked the man, "What do you think of this fan?"
The man chuckled and waved the fan in his hand, saying, "A beauty's gift of a fan naturally brings double the coolness."
The woman smiled in response, "Is that so? Then may this fan bring you good luck and keep you away from places of trouble from now on."
The man had a smug look on his face, seemingly completely oblivious to any wrongdoing.
"That's just her way," Wu Sheng whispered.
"What should we do?" Hang Lin asked.
"Wait, let's observe first," Wu Sheng replied, with a cold gaze.
Before long, the mysterious woman and the young man in silk trousers stood up to bid farewell. The woman's eyes seemed to sweep over the positions of Wu Sheng and Hang Lin and she smiled slightly.
"She saw us," Hang Lin said in a low voice.
"No, she just glanced over casually. But there seems to be something hidden in her eyes." Wu Sheng held the teacup, with a determined look in his eyes.
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