Zhao Rong suspected he might be experiencing auditory hallucinations.
But no matter, if it was a misunderstanding, the worst that could happen was receiving a cold stare from Qing Jun.
The very next second, Zhao Rong leaped onto the carriage as swiftly as lightning strikes without covering one’s ears.
With such agile movements and decisive posture, had a certain Lin surnamed scholar from Zhongnan Country been present at this moment, he would surely have rolled up his sleeves, given a thumbs up, and sighed with laughter.
"Brother Zhao’s heroic spirit is truly impressive. With those moves, he already possesses the elegance of a Kunpeng martial artist. Even compared to the Martial Emperor who achieved the way with his physical body thousands of years ago, he’s not far behind."
On hearing this, Zhao Rong would likely humbly wave his hand and modestly say, "Oh no, not at all, my brother. These few moves of mine surely can’t compare to Master Lin who can marry eighteen women in one day and perform at least eighteen times nightly."
The carriage gradually started moving.
However, Rong’er, although appearing very anxious before getting on the carriage, hmm, this was Zhao Qian’er’s impression.
Once he was on the carriage, though, he seemed to transform into someone else, becoming serene as he sat upright between her and the miss, exuding the utmost gentlemanliness throughout the journey.
Inside the carriage, Zhao Qian’er looked up, her black, glistening eyes fixed on Zhao Rong’s lean cheek on his right side.
Her naturally pitiable peach-blossom eyes curved into crescents amidst the alternating light and shadow in the carriage.
Hmm, the smelly pig’s trotter had grand aspirations indeed.
The Wutong Street of Du You East City may not be as famous as the several streets renowned throughout the city at the foot of You Mountain, lined with mansions of noble families and powerful clans.
Nevertheless, it was a place where only the rich or noble lived, unaffordable to ordinary cultivators from the mountain.
In fact, many mountain cultivators lacked the resources and were unwilling to invest in property within the bustling cultivator cities.
After all, cultivation itself was a top-tier money-burning endeavor, and many mountain cultivators were itinerant, with a great deal of mobility.
Moreover, many cultivators from immortal sects had their sects established within blessed lands on immortal mountains, and they would have dedicated cave mansions provided for them.
For instance, numerous immortal sects were situated around Du You City, not to mention the two largest sects of the northern Wangque.
For cultivators with immortal techniques, traveling to and from the bustling Du You City was also quick and convenient.
So, if not necessary, ordinary cultivators wouldn’t reside in the city.
Of course, those with ample financial power were another story; they would freely buy properties and live in the city.
This street, embraced with the auspicious name "Phoenix Perches on Wutong," was lined with luxurious mansions featuring ornate carvings and intricate designs.
The owners of these mansions, when looked at more closely...
Included elders from great immortal families such as Weiwei Mountain and Xinran Sect, high officials from Youlan Prefecture, Academy teachers who liked the hustle and bustle and preferred living in the city...
As well as nobles from Du You City’s top ten powerful families who kept concubines and illegitimate children here...
Or Great Cultivators from the Outer Continent who just stayed in Du You sometime before leaving and neglected their mansions. And so on.
Moreover, the majority comprised forces from all parts of Wangque Continent far and wide, purchasing properties on Wutong Street.
For instance, members of Imperial Families from great dynasties down the mountain, influential scholarly families with significant impact on national affairs and politics, and powerful immortal sects spanning several countries were among them.
These matters were usually told to Zhao Rong by Gu Yiwu, during the days they were sweeping the back mountain of the Academy, truly a time of utter boredom.
Therefore, when Zhao Rong recalled that his wife had property called the ’Qinglian Inn’ on Wutong Street, he casually inquired about it.
The broad-browed and wide-eyed burly man then animatedly discussed some special places within Du You City and the sophistication of some streets, using the broom that fit his preference perfectly.
Compared to Fan Yushu, a local who was conversant with the city’s food, drinks, leisure, and entertainment, and Miss Lu, who was familiar with the customs and culture of Du You West City from mingling among the common folk...
Gu Yiwu indeed had a clear understanding of some intricacies of Du You East City.
Deservedly one of the elder students among this batch of Mochi Academy, he was able to manage the rowdy special students of Justice Hall very well.
Zhao Rong even suspected that he might be living at the entrance of Wutong Street, considering how much he knew.
A street sweeper for Wutong Street? Or maybe a registrar of household origins for Youlan Prefecture?
Zhao Rong had asked Gu Yiwu, who looked rough but was actually meticulous, with a smile.
The latter shook his head gravely and counterasked him, a professional son-in-law, whether he recognized any other fairies like his sister-in-law Zhao Fairy—those with exceptional cultivation talent, stunning beauty, kind and considerate to their husbands, and from families with mines and properties in Taiching Prefecture, in urgent need of robust men to marry into.
Zhao Rong furrowed his brows, pondering for a while, then looked up and down at the expectant ’robust man’ in front of him holding a broom, and earnestly shook his head:
"Brother Yiwu, that appetite of yours, ah, is indeed the ultimate taboo for us professional son-in-laws. Not even landlords have surplus grain. I wonder what fairy could afford to keep you?"
In Du You City, as the lanterns were just beginning to light up,
In the northern part of East City, there was a wide street with spacious roads, flanked by the gated mansions of the wealthy and influential, their front doors tightly shut.
If one stood on the street and looked through the walls of blue brick and black tiles, the buildings within these estates were brightly lit.
From some mansions, faint scents of wine, sounds of music, and flickering lights spilled out.
But even the sounds that managed to escape the walls weren’t loud, as if muted by something, keeping the main road of Wutong Street quiet in comparison.
And at a central location on Wutong Street, there really was an exceptionally tranquil estate, with very few lights on.
Quiet under the night sky.
This estate had a mahogany door, above which hung a plaque with the name ’Qinglian Inn’.