"..."
Wang Shouzhe looked at Dongfang Zhenyuan with a subtle glance.
It’s hard to deny that although Dongfang Zhenyuan was spouting nonsense, he peculiarly hit the nail on the head with reality. If Jiang Mu Xian, this maid, were brought back to the Wang family, it might just be endless marital battles every day.
Seeing Wang Shouzhe’s expression, Dongfang Zhenyuan knew he had "guessed quite accurately," and couldn’t help his imagination from running wild.
Young master Shouzhe is already impressive enough, but the distinguished lady engaged to him, which immortal could she possibly be?
However, such things were not sothing he could inquire more about.
The bit of teasing earlier was the limit. He’s just a "small" true immortal, after all. It’s fine to gossip secretly about these ancient aristocratic family matters, but to dig deeper might just lead to catastrophe.
"By the way, I heard that soone from young master’s family was accepted as a direct disciple by the Cloud Peng Sacred Supre?" Dongfang Zhenyuan dared not continue on that topic and had to shift it.
"That rascal has been lucky. Leaving him at ho would make him a mischievous troublemaker, better to let him wreak havoc in the Primordial Daoist Palace." Wang Shouzhe humbly smiled, "Ultimately, whether he can obtain the Tian Peng sacred map depends on his own skill."
Dongfang Zhenyuan was instantly speechless.
So, the rumors were true; the bloodline in young master Shouzhe’s family is indeed terrifying—a random junior possesses the deanor of a Great Luo Sacred Supre.
He didn’t believe this talk about relying on the junior’s own skills... for families like young master Shouzhe’s, could they lack the Immortal Scriptures? Since they’re willing to let the junior beco the disciple of the Sacred Supre, it’s surely for the sacred map, wouldn’t they secretly help?
It seems, the successor of the Tianpeng Holy Island lineage is basically predetermined.
One has to admit, aristocrats are aristocrats; their foundation is truly frightening. If not for young master Shouzhe’s low-key training outside, he, Dongfang Zhenyuan, in this life would never have the chance to happily chat with such a distinguished young master.
Next, the two chatted a bit more about gossip, ntioning that the Cloud Peng Sacred Supre had returned to the Dao Palace a few days ago, and had brought the newly accepted direct disciple.
The departure of the Cloud Peng Sacred Supre was no secret. Such high-ranking figures rarely leave the Dao Palace and ca to the remote countryside of the Tianrui Sacred Dynasty rely to diate war. In principle, he should have returned over a decade ago.
Now, rumors outside say the Cloud Peng Sacred Supre stayed longer because he found a favored disciple, thus delaying for so years. Calculating it, it’s about ti he returned.
After chatting over tea and finalizing so cooperation matters, Wang Shouzhe also left the Divine Treasure Hall and started preparations to return to the Divine Martial World.
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Sa ti period.
Night.
Drunken Immortal Building.
Cuiwei Residence.
Misty night.
The hill where Cuiwei Residence is located was enveloped in darkness, surrounded by bamboo forests that seed to be coated in silver under the moonlight, exceptionally cold and quiet.
Maybe because it was high up, the night wind here was particularly chilly. The cool breeze blew through, rustling the bamboo leaves with a sense of desolation.
At this mont, the isolation array thod around the entire Cuiwei Residence was fully activated, keeping all snooping outside the barrier.
Inside Cuiwei Residence, Prince Wen Yu was sitting cross-legged, drinking alone.
He’s been feeling suffocated lately.
Though the food crisis was resolved, it didn’t give the restless Tianxing Sacred Dynasty the slightest chance. Yet, ti after ti, his standing in the heart of the Saint Emperor Old Ancestor had consistently declined.
What chilled him the most was that the Saint Emperor Old Ancestor didn’t rebuke or scold him afterward.
What does this imply?
It implies that the Old Ancestor might already have intentions of abandoning him.
As the saying goes, "the deeper the love, the harsher the bla." If the Saint Emperor Old Ancestor still intended to groom him as a successor, he would surely take this opportunity to give him a lesson, scold him, and then offer guidance. This was the Saint Emperor Old Ancestor’s consistent style.
Yet now, it’s moved past quietly, which instead makes him panic.
What to do?
How to make the Saint Emperor Old Ancestor change his mind?
For a mont, Prince Wen Yu’s mind was in chaos.
Suddenly.
A wisp of white mist silently swept through the bamboo forest, drifting into Cuiwei Residence.
This wisp of white mist was as light as smoke, swiftly gliding past the tables and chairs in Cuiwei Residence, landing across from Prince Wen Yu.
In the next mont.
The white mist dispersed, and a foreign woman with bright eyes and golden hair appeared before Prince Wen Yu.
Her face was covered with a light veil, only showing a pair of sparkling blue eyes, her smooth golden hair styled into a complex high bun. Under the lamplight, her strands seed to flow with golden light, her deanor sacred and dignified, as if carrying a holy glow.
In contrast to her sacred aura, her figure was charming and alluring, her slender waist as flexible as a willow branch, each movent carrying a myriad of enchanting gestures, captivating the mind.
"You have co."
Seeing her, Prince Wen Yu hurriedly put away the wine, his expression turned serious, with a montary hint of fear flashing deep in his eyes.
The woman gracefully stepped forward, sweeping her gaze over the floor littered with wine bottles, then looking at the despondent Prince Wen Yu: "Look at you, such a useless sight."
Her steps were graceful, her arm gently extended, each move exuding endless allure, yet the exotic color in her eyes carried an aura of solemn dignity, making one dare not harbor any disrespect.
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