As the saying goes, one relies on their family at home and friends when out.
Xuan Yang knew this very well.
With numerous forces and experts gathered in the Qianyang Forest, he believed he could persuade… no, he could convince some righteous individuals to help if he appealed to their emotions and reason.
He walked through the Qianyang Forest, searching for suitable targets.
Ideally, they would be people from major powers. If he could find a few influential families to step forward, dealing with that old woman Zhen Zhen would be as easy as lifting a hand.
However, before he could make a move, he was targeted.
Having caused quite a stir when he first entered the Qianyang Forest, Xuan Yang now wore a black veil to conceal his face, avoiding trouble.
Yet, the peculiar aura emanating from his special bloodline, like a firefly in the darkness, made him stand out and catch the eye.
Furthermore, due to a misunderstanding where he was mistaken for the mysterious Saintess Ji Mo of the Moon Sect, almost every lecherous old man possessed a portrait of him.
Soon, someone recognized him by his build and aura, identifying him as the rumored Miss Ji.
"Heaven be praised, I never thought I'd encounter Miss Ji Mo in my lifetime."
"Parents, your son has achieved greatness! I've brushed shoulders with Saintess Ji. Our ancestors' graves must be emitting auspicious fumes."
"Miss Ji is too naive. She thinks no one will recognize her just by covering her face, but we saw through it instantly."
"Ji Mo has appeared! Quickly inform the Young Master."
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More and more people began to secretly follow Xuan Yang, their whispers filling the air.
They were curious why Miss Ji, who always kept to herself, would act so uncharacteristically and show herself in public.
Soon, they arrived at a conclusion.
The Moon Sect was in great trouble, and she was being targeted by the Grand Elders of the Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon Sect. She must be in low spirits, out for a stroll, or perhaps seeking help.
"Miss Ji is in distress. If we can help her at this moment, perhaps we can seize the opportunity to win her heart."
"Precisely. This is the perfect time to make a move. Otherwise, with Miss Ji's temperament, we'd have no chance to approach her."
"Hmph, how can you guys do such a thing... Count me in."
Having deduced the intentions of the so-called "Miss Ji," many perverts became restless.
They decided to take the initiative and approach him directly.
"Saintess Ji Mo, your reputation precedes you. It is a great honor to meet you here today. I am..."
These individuals suppressed their inner urges, feigning seriousness as they introduced themselves.
They dared to strike up a conversation, so their identities were naturally not low. Most of them hailed from powerful factions and were quite renowned.
To win favor, they even transformed into warm gentlemen, denouncing the Grand Elders of the Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon Sect for their underhanded tactics, suppressing the Moon Sect, and bullying Ji Mo. They declared it was utterly outrageous.
Xuan Yang was utterly bewildered.
What was going on?
It was like someone offering a pillow when he was sleepy. Were the people of Jinxiu Prefecture this warm, simple, and kind!
"You all have mistaken me. I am not Saintess Ji, merely a servant running errands for him."
Xuan Yang corrected them, feeling immense gratitude in his heart. The Master's methods were truly unfathomable.
He had never left his residence, yet his fame had spread far and wide, earning him such adoration. It was truly terrifying.
Indeed, no matter how low-key the Master was, he remained the center of attention, captivating all.
"Miss, we know it's you."
The crowd chuckled. Miss Ji was truly adorable, even denying it.
Xuan Yang explained with a serious expression, "I am truly not Saintess Ji, and I am not a young lady, I am a man."
As Xuan Yang spoke, his naturally raised orchid fingers and the distinctly effeminate tone of his voice made the crowd's smiles widen.
An explanation is just a cover-up. There's no doubt about it, this is indeed Miss Ji Mo.
"Yes, yes, yes, we were mistaken."
The scoundrels present suppressed their laughter, feigning agreement with Xuan Yang.
If you want to play, we'll play along. Such a pure and lovely woman is simply too endearing!
"Gentlemen, we've hit it off immediately. Why don't we call each other brothers? You must have heard about the recent affairs of the Moon Sect, those old women are simply too much."
Upon learning of their distinguished identities, Xuan Yang had an idea. He decided to win them over and immediately started calling them brothers.
He denounced the injustice of the Grand Elders of the Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon Sect, their scheming and manipulation to prevent Ji Mo from becoming the Sect Master, calling them utterly despicable.
He also stated that he needed someone to help him righteously.
The scene fell into a brief silence.
Everyone was secretly contemplating whether to help.
While they intended to curry favor with Miss Ji, getting involved was no trivial matter. It would undoubtedly offend those Grand Elders, and in essence, it meant offending the entire Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon Sect.
"Good brother, I know you are a good person and will definitely help me, right?"
Seeing their hesitation, Xuan Yang grabbed one of them by the hand and pleaded with expectant words.
The man shivered violently, his body trembling with excitement.
I must be dreaming. Miss Ji actually took my hand. Happiness has come too suddenly.
He clearly felt the softness and smoothness of Xuan Yang's palm, and his breathing grew heavy.
"Help, I'll help you."
The man's head was in a fervor, without any hesitation.
At this moment, he was willing to risk his life for the beauty.
"Actually, I've always disliked the faces of Zhen Zhen and the other old women, but their strength is too formidable."
Someone sighed, still hesitant.
But then his body stiffened, and he felt a surge of blood, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
It turned out Xuan Yang had walked over, put an arm around his shoulder, and whispered, "If we join forces, what are we afraid of a few old immortals for?"
The man's face flushed red with excitement, and he shouted, "As long as we are together, I fear no death. I will help you too."
Xuan Yang was somewhat taken aback. He hadn't expected to win over two people so easily. Were these people so easy to talk to?
He reached out to another man, and before he could speak, the man replied with three words: "I am willing!"
"Good brother, you have suffered injustice. I am an enemy of evil and will not allow those old women to bully you."
One person stepped forward righteously, grabbed Xuan Yang's arm, patted his chest, and promised to help him without reservation.
Seeing this, someone unwilling to be outdone put an arm around Xuan Yang's waist and declared dominantly, "I will gather my men immediately. With me here, I will ensure your safety. You can rest assured."
"Me too, me too! I am also willing to lend you a hand..."
The others, seeing this, also crowded around.
Many took the opportunity to touch him inappropriately, taking advantage of the situation.