November 15, 2017
The backstage door was suddenly pushed open, and in the dim lighting, Wang Jiu and Shen Qingming could be seen entangled in a completely undignified manner.
Shen Qingming was still wearing the Spirit Cat Dance Skirt from her recent performance, with her slender long legs wrapped in matching pink pants under a pink long skirt. Even though no skin was exposed, it accentuated her youthful and graceful figure. Her upper body was dressed in a creamy white corset covered by a thin short shirt, with sleeves only reaching her elbows, revealing small sections of her jade-like arms. Those arms were currently forcefully clutching a pen, with her whole weight pressing down on it to prevent it from continuing to sketch on a sheet of drawing paper.
On the other side, Wang Jiu looked at Shen Qingming, who was in a rampage, with a touch of frustration. The young girl was channeling her True Essence and circulating her Qi Blood to wrestle with a pen, and he was incredulously watching the wooden pen remain motionless under her full exertion.
This position made Wang Jiu once again feel disappointed in her intelligence. Knowing full well that her Immovable Tyrant Body was completely under remote control, what was she thinking to believe that she could win against its owner in a power struggle? No matter how much effort she put into eating carrots, she couldn't possibly overpower the pen.
However, with Shen Qingming continuously vying in this manner, Wang Jiu indeed found it inconvenient to continue drawing. And on the drawing paper, regarding the new underwear design, he had just barely started…
"If you're not satisfied with the design, you can totally suggest it in a more reasonable way…"
"It's not about the design!" Shen Qingming cursed at Wang Jiu while glancing at the open backstage door, reluctantly letting go and casting a confused look at the young gentleman outside.
"Who are you?"
The young gentleman, seeing that the scene inside the door wasn't as unbearable as expected, had his previously boiling anger sowhat cald. Hearing Shen Qingming inquire, he forced a smile: "I am a loyal fan of Miss Spirit Cat Qingming, my surna is Yu, Yu Zishen."
Behind him, Li Wanqing hurried to add: "He just tipped with a hundred Golden Swords."
Wang Jiu imdiately put on a smiling face and patted Shen Qingming's head, hinting at the duty she should fulfill as an idol at this mont: "Quick, give the gentleman a smile."
Shen Qingming unceremoniously brushed off Wang Jiu's hand—although in terms of Illusion Sword Technique it only had symbolic aning, in Yu Zishen's eyes, it made his face even more sullen.
"Who are you? What are you doing pulling around with Miss Qingming so improperly!?"
As he spoke, Yu Zishen stepped forward a few steps, attempting to push Wang Jiu away. But this action was too aggressive; he barely started when Li Wanqing stepped in front of him.
Though Li Wanqing still wore the formal smile of an idol facing a wealthy fan, her True Essence within was already surging, and the Yuqing Taoist Armor was ready to be activated at any mont.
"Mr. Yu, this is Mr. Wang Jiu, chairman of our Jiulinglu Company, and current guardian of Miss Shen Qingming…"
Before finishing her words, Yu Zishen's face darkened further: "Guardian!? This kind of indecent person who disregards gender distinctions is Qingming's guardian!? What is the Li Family thinking!"
At this point, even Shen Qingming was frowning: "Who are you calling indecent?!"
Yu Zishen, seeing Shen Qingming's unfriendly tone, awkwardly retreated two steps: "Sorry, really sorry, I got a bit too emotional, it's just after I saw you like that…"
"Like what?" Shen Qingming was even angrier, although she often argued with this Sword Spirit seventeen or eighteen tis a day, that didn't an others had the right to speak!
Moreover, indecent? Such matters never happen one-sidedly. If Wang Jiu was indecent, could Shen Qingming still be a pure lotus? This Yu guy, thinking he could co backstage to act without restraint just because he tipped a hundred Golden Swords, was truly detestable!
Yu Zishen at this mont also noticed Shen Qingming's boiling anger, and after pondering for a mont, he offered a sympathetic smile: "I'm really sorry, it seems I was just overthinking things."
As he spoke, Yu Zishen also nodded to Wang Jiu: "I apologize, my previous words were too arbitrary and impolite, please forgive ."
This courteous deanor left Shen Qingming in a position where she couldn't continue her tantrum, so she reluctantly smiled and said: "Alright, if it's just a misunderstanding, then it doesn't matter. So, would you like an autograph?"
Li Wanqing was more direct: "Sign it and then hurry up and leave, we're going to eat."
Yu Zishen took out a collector's edition of the Spirit Cat Album: "Although this set is already signed… would it be possible to get another one?"
Shen Qingming maintained a professional attitude. Despite her displeasure, she seriously started signing her newly practiced script signature.
While signing, Yu Zishen asked Wang Jiu: "Where are you from, Mr. Wang?"
Wang Jiu thought for a mont: "According to general customs, a person's origin is based on the place of birth and long-term residence, so I should be… uh, a Shen Garden person?"
Li Wanqing imdiately burst into laughter.
But Yu Zishen's expression changed: "Shen Garden… isn't that Miss Shen Qingming's residence?"
"Yes, I've always lived there."
Yu Zishen's breathing was slightly hurried, and he didn't even have ti to take the signed painting album Shen Qingming handed him, seriously staring at Wang Jiu and asking, "If I rember correctly, although Shen Garden is large, there aren't many rooms. I wonder where Mr. Wang Jiu is staying..."
Wang Jiu naturally replied, "With Shen Qingming..."
Li Wanqing imdiately interrupted, "Don't say it!"
Wang Jiu was puzzled, "Can't I say it?"
But from these few words, Yu Zishen had already guessed the truth, and suddenly felt a block in his chest.
"Well, well indeed... May I ask Mr. Wang Jiu, why did you beco Shen Qingming's guardian? Even if those reckless people of the Li Family don't care, it doesn't seem like it should be you..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Wanqing rudely grabbed Shen Qingming's painting album and shoved it into Yu Zishen's arms, "Enough, take the autograph and scram. Just a hundred Golden Swords, not that many perks, you barely count as a provider, don't actually think you're the girl's real dad."
Yu Zishen received the painting album but was unwilling to leave the scene: "A hundred is not enough, I can buy two hundred, three hundred! But the problem now is, as a devoted fan of Miss Spirit Cat Qingming, I have the right to question your guardianship qualifications!"
"Stop with this nonsense, it has nothing to do with you at all. Even if they were guardian and ward, or if Shen Qingming were an older cow eating tender grass and had a relationship with Mr. Wang Jiu who's five, you still can't ddle."
As she spoke, Li Wanqing reached out to push Yu Zishen, but was surprised to find his stance far more stable than expected, unable to move him!
Yu Zishen's posture stayed unmoved, yet his face flushed red with anger: "Can't ddle...? I, I naturally can! As a fan, is it wrong to care about an idol? Qingming is only 14, inexperienced with the world, prone to being deceived by sweet talkers, it's very possible! Since I truly adore Qingming, I naturally cannot sit back and do nothing!"
Reaching this point, even Shen Qingming had enough, directly pointing outward with her hand: "Get lost!"
Yu Zishen's face showed so embarrassnt and regret: "Sorry, but I'm really just considering for you."
"Your kind of consideration from soone who doesn't understand manners and respect, I can't bear it, it's sickening!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Zishen sighed: "In that case, I might as well play the villain to the end... Mr. Wang Jiu, are you just going to let the girl speak for you, too afraid to speak for yourself?"
Wang Jiu said, "Usually in this kind of situation, if I start talking, those two will mostly tell to shut up."
Shen Qingming imdiately turned back and glared at him: "Shut up!"
"See, just like this..."
"Ha, now you're pretending to show a face of full respect for the ward. But as a guardian, apart from indulgence and pampering, can you do the necessary guidance?! Just based on you..."
"Mr. Wang Jiu's prowess, your impoverished brain couldn't even imagine!" Shen Qingming, unreservedly defending her Sword Spirit—alright, her master—called in security without hesitation.
She could clearly see that Li Wanqing had long wanted to use force, but Yu Zishen's power was quite terrifying, even with Li Wanqing's Innate Divine Power, she couldn't budge him a bit!
Of course, it's expected; no matter how talented Li Wanqing is, she's after all only 17 years old with Cloud Surge Realm cultivation. In the vast world, masters of Cloud Flipping Realm and Rain Cover Realm are erging in large numbers, like the security chief of Yun ng Grand Theater, a late-stage Cloud Flipping Realm expert who can easily handle ten of the likes of Li Wanqing with a wave of a hand.
Yet, after a mont, that great expert hasn't appeared, and Yu Zishen remains frozen in place, showing Wang Jiu a cold smile: "I'm not making it difficult for you, you call yourself a guardian. Fine, what skills do you excel at to be Shen Qingming's guardian? Show so I can see your qualifications!"
Wang Jiu said: "Expertise, hmm... In Sword Dao, it should be unrivaled."
"Unrivaled in the world..." Yu Zishen could hardly believe his ears, "Such brazen arrogance, I've never seen before!"
Getting to this point, Li Wanqing suddenly spoke: "Don't believe it? Then try it. You're so confident and lawless, you shouldn't be afraid of comparing swords with Mr. Wang Jiu, right?"
Yu Zishen glanced at Wang Jiu, sneering, "This kid at Cloud Surge Realm, or lower, compare swords with ?"
"Ha, if you feel disdain, you can chop off your own arm and then compare with him." Li Wanqing gave up on using force and instead provoked with a tone eager for chaos, "If you win, Wang Jiu will leave Shen Garden, guardianship won't matter anymore. If you lose, how about another hundred Treasure Swords, do you have the guts?"
Yu Zishen was about to speak but saw Shen Qingming's face full of disdain, and imdiately nodded: "Alright, then let's compare!"
As he spoke, Yu Zishen conjured an ancient heavy sword and said, "I won't bully you with your low True Essence Realm, nor use Spiritual Treasure Immortal Sword to suppress you. I'll compete in sword principles with this Ancient Sword; if you still lose, then swallow back your ridiculous boasting and get far away!"
Wang Jiu looked at the sword in Yu Zishen's hand and sized up his sword-holding posture.
"The third style of Wuxiang Sword? Holding the sword with the right hand, but the thumb isn't on the hilt; it seems you have cultivated for no more than five years, based on this proficiency. Are you sure you really want to compete?"
In one sentence, Yu Zishen's face suddenly turned dark blue.
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