An An whispered, "I’m not angry..."
The shadow trembled and said, "But you’re always getting mad at him!"
An An lifted her hand as if to scratch her head, but quickly rembered Sister Jiang’s admonition that it was unladylike, and lowered it promptly.
She muttered, "It’s not anger... I just think speaking loudly keeps people from ignoring ."
"An An—"
An An took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and said, "Stop talking about it. I’ve already made up my mind! I cannot let my good buddy down!"
"You’ll support , right?" An An asked.
The shadow was silent for a long ti before it finally said in a low voice, "I’ll always support you, but only you."
"You’re so nice," An An said with a smile.
The shadow slowly receded like the tide.
The light of the lamp and stars and moon outside the window reclaid every dark corner.
An An excitedly walked out of her room, skipping the main entrance, and climbed over the wall into Fan Wubing’s courtyard. She eagerly pushed the door to Fan Wubing’s room open and said loudly, "I’ve made up my mind!"
Fan Wubing was changing clothes and was down to just his underwear.
He stared at An An, "That’s really rude! Can’t you even knock on the door?"
"We’re all buddies, what’s there to be embarrassed about?"
"Then why do you act so mysterious when I enter your room!"
"I’m a girl, you know!"
"Oh, I see, not only are you repressed, but also a double standard bearer." Fan Wubing waved his hand and directly fanned her out, "Get out!"
Outside, An An shouted, "Since you sincerely invited , I’ll reluctantly go to Chuirizhou with you!"
Fan Wubing, dressed, walked out of the room, raised an eyebrow, and said, "You look like you’re in trouble, might as well not go."
"How can you go back on your word!" An An said anxiously.
"Fan Wubing gave her a sidelong glance and then walked toward the gate of the courtyard, "Let’s go."
"Are we leaving right now? Weren’t you going to rest?"
"Yeah, at the Illusion Immortal Tower."
An An strode off, "No way! I can’t make any more mistakes! I’ll... I’ll get addicted..."
"Don’t you want to talk to Taoxian?"
An An’s face imdiately turned crimson, "I’m going to change clothes!"
"No backbone."
...
Wu Qianqiu, who was lazily lying on the terrace basking in the moonlight, suddenly sat up, on high alert,
"He’s here again!"
Tang Tang, ditating and sitting cross-legged nearby, opened her eyes, "Who?"
"Wu Wangxinger!" Wu Qianqiu clenched her teeth.
"You still bear a grudge about last ti?"
More than half a month had passed, yet Wu Qianqiu was still hung up on Wu Wangxinger "drugging" her, "dazing" her, and yet not touching her at all. Setting aside that Wu Wangxinger knew the secret of the Illusion Immortal Tower, Wu Qianqiu couldn’t figure it out—was she really not attractive at all?
Born with natural beauty, captivating cities...
Wu Qianqiu firmly believed she only ranked fifth on the Celestial list significantly because her influence, reputation, and achievents were not as strong as the top four. After all, the fourth, Li Qian, is the only Empress of the Imperial Dynasty today, the third, Immortal Su Saintess, is a chosen one who achieved enlightennt at dusk after achieving daojie in the morning, and there’s no need to ntion the second, Divine Phoenix Celestial Venerable, while the first, Charm Demon Lord, has bewitched too many n’s hearts.
In terms of looks alone, to be modest, she thought she was definitely third or even second.
"Young Master, don’t you also think that, based on looks alone, I don’t lose to the top few on the Celestial list?" Wu Qianqiu asked.
Tang Tang glanced at her, "Based on looks alone...setting aside personal taste, to be honest, you’re at least the second most beautiful in the world."
Wu Qianqiu said with a smile, "I just like Young Master’s honesty."
"After all, you’re probably the first to achieve dao through looks," Tang Tang said.
Wu Qianqiu had many "face fans", scattered across all the major powers, and there was a mber from the novelist school nad Yue Zishu, who wrote a novel titled "A Thousand Autumns of Snow," claiming it was adapted from a true story. In the novel, it said that back when Wu Qianqiu passed a heavenly tribulation, because she was too beautiful, even the heavens took pity and didn’t rain heavenly thunder on her.
The novelist school, compared to the Daoist School, Confucianism, and the Mo Family, was much smaller.
But everyone loved reading novels, especially stories about high-level cultivators and mighty celestial maidens. So, the novelist school was typically one with fewer people but louder voices.
Yue Zishu happened to be a top novelist. He wrote about Wu Qianqiu achieving dao through her looks in a vivid narrative.
In reality, Tang Tang knew that Wu Qianqiu truly had skills—passing the heavenly tribulation without a scratch, her makeup untouched, as though there hadn’t been any heavenly thunder at all. But Wu Qianqiu would not clarify publicly, so everyone believed she relied on her looks to achieve dao.
Wu Qianqiu looked toward Fan Wubing and An An walking side by side below, squinted her eyes,
"Last ti he failed to explore my divine soul, what’s he planning to do this ti?"
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