For Xu Chang’an, if someone can come to mind when facing difficulties, it means they have a very good relationship.
For example, the teacher, Zhu Pingniang, the Hall Master of Steward Hall, Timekeeper, or Senior Wen.
But there are also more extreme situations, such as absolutely not wanting her to know he’s having difficulties... the relationship is good to the extreme.
For example, Miss Yun.
Of course, discussing Yun Qian alongside others is somewhat of a dimensional reduction attack.
Xu Chang’an knows his reputation as the only male disciple of Muyu Peak in Chaoyun Sect, like how people say his appearance was nurtured by the women of Muyu Peak, such topics have long become stale.
Now, especially during times of welcoming guests from all directions, many are interested in this man who, in less than two years, has ’conquered’ Muyu Peak. They say all sorts of things about him.
Some girls have explained, but it’s clear that Muyu Peak, which is Hehuan Sect-based, is still many people’s first choice for finding a Dao companion, and its terrible reputation is as outstanding as its fame.
People are not concerned about the truth.
Not to mention people outside Chaoyun Sect, even within Chaoyun Sect, more than half do not consider Xu Chang’an ’innocent.’ After all, his looks are there, and many speculate he is running a harem here, ’slaying through barriers.’
Xu Chang’an looks at the several ’indestructible’ traces of Rouge Spiritual Qi left on him, feeling quite helpless.
He always feels that a few Senior Sisters left this rouge with a look of mockery and ’revenge.’
Why, is he not their Junior Brother anymore?
Xu Chang’an doesn’t even think about it; he brought Yun Qian up the mountain and threw such a ’flashbang’ on Muyu Peak, those single women grind their teeth with jealousy and don’t even know whether to be envious of Xu Chang’an or Yun Qian.
Probably not able to sleep well all night.
Now, when his wife comes up the mountain, when he’s about to go out, giving him some Rouge Spiritual Qi and adding some trouble, this bit of revenge is already the gentlest of gentle gestures.
——After all, they know Xu Chang’an will find a way to resolve it, which is important.
If not for their reluctance to ruin the ladylike demeanor they’ve cultivated over the year, when a sister finds such a good husband and flaunts affection in public, a session of ’teaching’ with punches and kicks would surely not be missed.
Xu Chang’an looks back a couple of times, thinking he could ask others for help, but there are too many girls there; going back now is akin to walking into a trap.
Only Senior Wen, who lives alone and not far from the Teleportation Array, could help him.
Next time, I’ll bring Senior Wen a couple more fruits.
Besides, he hasn’t seen Xiaohua for quite a while, not knowing what mistake the child made to get locked up by Senior Sister.
Xu Chang’an tidies up his messy clothes, uses Spiritual Qi to wash away the ’unintentionally’ stained rouge and powders on him, and then ties his hair at the back, revealing a refreshing forehead.
Go see Senior Sister.
When Xu Chang’an arrives at Wen Li’s courtyard, unexpectedly he finds the door half-open, but he still presses his token at the door. Only when a streak of sword light flashes on the jade platform does he carry his medicine box and push the door open to enter the courtyard.
As expected, Wen Li is practicing martial arts again.
Xu Chang’an is used to it; about eight out of ten times he comes, Wen Li is practicing, but today... Xu Chang’an looks surprised.
Usually, when Wen Li practices, it’s a vast and picturesque scene of sword Qi constantly changing, sometimes soaring high into the clouds, majestically grand, other times starkly cold and breathtakingly changing.
Silver light radiating, surrounded by towering peaks.
He naturally assumes Wen Li is practicing sword, but when he truly sees Senior Sister, he finds she’s holding an extremely heavy Silver Spear.
At this moment, a point of silver light becomes a star, quickly spreading into a sheet.
The moment he pushes the door open, a gust of wind blows off Xu Chang’an’s hairband, making his freshly tied hair flutter wildly.
Amidst the wind, Wen Li wields the Silver Spear.
The heavy Silver Spear seems weightless in Wen Li’s hands, thrusting, parrying, shooting, striking, dancing, spinning, trembling, extending—roaring like a tiger, howling like a wolf, wailing like a ghost, consummate mastery.
If you look closely, there are no moves to speak of, just basic techniques.
This spear technique leaves Xu Chang’an in a daze; he doesn’t understand advanced swordsmanship but instinctively feels...
This spear technique is heavily charged with killing intent, bold and direct, each move clean and sharp.
What advanced martial art is this?
Otherwise, why is the usually relaxed, unfathomable Senior Wen sweating and panting?
She is soaked in sweat from head to toe, with beads of sweat dripping from her chin and blending into her clothes covertly.
Xu Chang’an is still dazed, then sees Wen Li pull back the spear, change its momentum, and swing the spear down to the ground.
The silver spear tip sinks into the hard ground, raising fresh bluestone when lifted, the heavy aura brushing past Xu Chang’an’s ear, and when he comes to, Xu Chang’an finds...
——The Rouge Spiritual Qi on him has already been cleared away by Wen Li.
There’s no need for him to utter a word.
After all, this kind of thing frequently occurs on Muyu Peak, and Wen Li is already unfazed by it.
Wen Li stops the spear technique, exhales a warm breath, her sticky hair clinging to her ears, places the long spear on the ground with a loud thud, and the bluestone jade on the ground shatters into a pit.