Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

Wen Jin tugged at his sleeve and turned to look at Ji Yunmiao.

Ji Yunmiao looked at the owner of the hand—it was the girl Furong whom he saw in the restaurant.

He became a little alert, his eyes were indifferent, and he did not reach out to take the flower. Instead, he pulled Wen Jin's hand under his sleeve.

When Miss Hibiscus saw that Ji Yunmiao was slow to respond, her face froze for a moment under the veil, and then she casually threw the hibiscus flower - the hibiscus flower broke into petals in the air, and the people around her immediately cheered.

She looked back and gave Ji Yunmiao a deep look.

Ji Yunmiao became even more alert.

"Something doesn't seem right."

Wen Jin didn't even turn his head, and seemed to be as excited as before. He just whispered to Ji Yunmiao.

"Furong is honored to have your favor. What a night it is, I would like to dance with you and enjoy this night together."

In the center of the hollow stage in the attic, Furong's voice was like a spring breeze. She lightly touched her cheek with her fingertips, and the layer of veil slowly slid down her face.

A breathtakingly beautiful face appeared in front of everyone.

Just like a newly blossoming winter plum blossom, it was cold yet carried an indescribable charm, and there were immediate gasps and cheers all around.

Furong tapped her feet slightly, and the music started again, even more lingering and sad than before. She danced to the music with a graceful figure and every step was like a lotus.

Everyone felt as if they were in a fairyland and were all immersed in it.

Wen Jin reached out and pulled Ji Yunmiao's arm, and said in a voice transmission: "Do you think they are poisoned?"

"Well, the petals from before were poisonous."

Ji Yunmiao also replied via voice transmission.

He never mentioned the antidote, and Wen Jin pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth.

As the dance music became longer, Furong's dancing posture became more and more gorgeous and complicated.

As she spun skillfully, she flicked her fingertips and an almost invisible needle shot silently in the direction of Ji Yunmiao.

Ji Yunmiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and his body swayed inadvertently, and the silver needle brushed directly across his coat.

A spiritual power immediately wrapped up the silver needle, changed its direction, and shot straight towards Furong in the center of the stage!

Seeing this, Furong's expression changed slightly. In just a moment, she continued with the afterglow of the dance. Her body suddenly jumped up, turned into a stream of light, and rushed straight towards Ji Yunmiao!

Ji Yunmiao took a step back and heard a "clang" sound in the air!

The dagger that appeared in Furong's hand hit Wen Jin's scabbard.

She was shocked so much that she spat out blood.

Wen Jin pushed the sword outwards, and a light curtain formed by spiritual power instantly unfolded, blocking all of Furong's attacks.

"The girl is very skilled, but it's a bit of a spoiler to hide a knife in the dance."

Wen Jin spoke coldly, and directly used the light curtain formed by spiritual power to trap Furong inside it.

However, he is only in the early stage of Yuanying, but he actually engages in such assassination activities.

When Furong heard this, a trace of helplessness and unwillingness flashed across her eyes. Then she stared at Ji Yunmiao fiercely and clenched her teeth.

"Say! Who sent you here!"

A flaming sword appeared from the light curtain and directly hit Furong's neck as Wen Jin questioned.

Furong closed her eyes and was about to crush the poison in her mouth when Wen Jin's sword flew from outside the light curtain and hit her back directly.

The internal organs that had been severely injured just now were hit hard again, and Furong choked on a mouthful of blood. She choked out the poison before she could take much of it.

Seeing this, Ji Yunmiao crushed a detoxification pill in the barrier.

Furong raised her head, still staring at Ji Yunmiao, but this time there was no poison in her mouth and her eyes did not seem as firm as before.

"If you don't want to tell me, just hand it over to Kunlun Immortal Sect?"

Wen Jin turned around and asked Ji Yunmiao.

Ji Yunmiao nodded: "Okay, after all, we are unfamiliar with the place and don't have any handy interrogation tools."

Before Ji Yunmiao could finish his words, there was a commotion outside the door.

A man in white came out from outside the door on the moonlight.

He moved quickly but calmly and gracefully. He glanced around the pavilion and then looked at Wen Jin.

Ji Yunmiao's gaze fell on him.

Jiang Zhuo, the favored son of Kunlun Fairyland, was Wen Jin's original fiancé.

Even though he felt unfair, Ji Yunmiao had to admit that the man in front of him had a very good appearance.

Gentle and elegant, with a beautiful face.

"Master Wen Feng, nice to meet you."

Jiang Zhuo first nodded to Wen Jin, and then waved his hand and asked people to pull down the people who had fallen asleep in the pavilion.

Wen Jin thought for a while but couldn't remember this person.

Jiang Zhuo stared at Furong for a while, then he saw the blank look on Wen Jin's face and chuckled, "I am Jiang Zhuo, the Young Master of Kunlun Immortal Sect."

Wen Jin coughed awkwardly when he heard this: "Nice to meet you, Young Master Jiang."

Of course, she had heard of Jiang Zhuo, who was rumored to be a genius on par with her and the most favored candidate for her fiancée by her senior brothers.

"This Miss Furong came here in an odd way. She became famous in Kunlun City in just half a month, but finally revealed her true colors today."

"For the smooth progress of the sect competition, I hope Master Wen Feng will allow me to take her away and thoroughly investigate this matter."

Upon hearing this, Wen Jin nodded in agreement without any hesitation.

Then Jiang Zhuo gently raised his hand, signaling the people behind him to come forward, tie up Furong with a fairy rope, and take her away.

Then Jiang Zhuo took a step forward, as if he had something to say.

Seeing this, Ji Yunmiao, who was standing aside, moved closer to Wen Jin quietly, staring at Jiang Zhuo, and began to think about his next move.

Wen Jin glanced at Ji Yunmiao, took a step back consciously, pulled Ji Yunmiao over and took the initiative to introduce him to Jiang Zhuo:

"This is my direct disciple, Ji Yunmiao."

She hesitated for a moment and said, "He is also the person who will become my Taoist partner."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhuo seemed to have just discovered Ji Yunmiao, and his gaze lingered on Ji Yunmiao for a moment.

"He is indeed a handsome man. No wonder he can become Master Wen Feng's disciple."

As he spoke, his eyes flickered and the smile on his face remained, but there was an inexplicable hint of coldness in his gaze as he looked at Ji Yunmiao.

"Furong has been taken away by the Kunlun Penal Department for interrogation. Master Wen Feng, would you be willing to have dinner with me?"

He thought about it, and as if afraid of being misunderstood, he added: "After dinner, it's a good time to go and see the results of Furong's interrogation."