Looking at that fawning grin plastered all over Leng Qiufeng’s face, Ye Xuan suddenly got the illusion that he was being dragged off to a red‑light joint.
A perfectly good Goddess, and sohow things had gone totally off the rails!
Brother‑in‑law, you’re not fake enough. Even if you do have this idea, shouldn’t you at least dress it up and say Qiuge doesn’t have an artistic bone in her body, while I, Ye Xuan, am a born artist, and only I can go with you to savor Qin Yitian’s music?
What a vulgar playboy rich kid, couldn’t be more tacky!
"Fine."
Ye Xuan thought for a mont, then decisively nodded. "Since brother‑in‑law puts it that way, I’ll risk life and limb to accompany the gentleman. Three days from now, I’ll go to Qin Yitian’s concert with you."
"What do you an ’risk life and limb’? You’re way too dramatic, we’re obviously going to enjoy ourselves!" Leng Qiufeng grinned wickedly. "Even if we just take one look, we won’t lose out. And if we’re lucky and one of us turns out to be the ’one in her heart’ Qin Yitian talked about, that would be... hehehe!"
Ye Xuan’s eyes instantly bulged.
Leng Qiufeng, you bastard, you’re really not afraid of dying, huh? Qin Yitian is a Martial Arts Goddess, and you, a re Lin Family young master, dare to fantasize about defiling her?
But then thinking it over, Ye Xuan found it perfectly reasonable. These days, whether rich or poor, how many n don’t have at least a tiny fantasy about being a kept pretty boy living off a woman?
Becoming Qin Yitian’s beloved would basically an one foot already stepped into the world of pretty‑boy freeloaders.
After all, she’s a top expert on par with Zhao Xunjian!
"Then it’s settled, see you in three days."
Ye Xuan waved his hand, turned, and walked toward the car. It was getting late; ti to go ho, wash up, and sleep.
Halfway there, as if sothing occurred to him, Ye Xuan turned back to look at Leng Qiufeng. "Oh right, brother‑in‑law, those three packs of cigarettes I gave you are seriously rare and hard to get. About the money..."
"Relax, your brother‑in‑law’s not short on cash, I won’t stiff you a single cent!" Leng Qiufeng waved grandly.
"Haha, brother‑in‑law, you’re too polite!" Ye Xuan finally broke into a smile and continued toward the car. "The road in the Martial World is long, we’ll et again if fate allows!"
Leng Qiufeng shouted, "I’m coming over to your place to freeload food tomorrow!"
"You’re welco anyti!"
Ye Xuan got in the car and roared off in a cloud of dust.
Staring at the car speeding toward the city, a relaxed and content smile crept onto Leng Qiufeng’s pig‑headed, swollen face. He suddenly realized that Ye Xuan was actually pretty easy to get along with. Without noticing it, he’d almost forgotten the scene of himself getting the crap beaten out of him just now.
We’re all family; why bother holding a grudge?
Leng Qiufeng shook his head, letting it go, then suddenly felt sothing was off.
"Right." Leng Qiufeng jolted. "That bastard Ye Xuan, why didn’t he ask if I wanted to ride back to the city together?"
Leng Qiufeng was shocked, hastily shouting at the distant car, "Ye Xuan, wait for ! Give a lift, will you? I just got to the East Sea today, no one even knows I’m here, and I don’t have a car!"
Obviously, Ye Xuan couldn’t hear him anymore.
Watching helplessly as the car vanished completely, Leng Qiufeng’s face turned ashen. This shitty life was really enough to break a man’s heart.
Desolate wilds, gloomy wind howling—Leng Qiufeng trembled all over.
"What the hell is this place, this is creepy as fuck!"
He shivered to himself, and didn’t even dare call soone to pick him up. He just bolted toward the urban area, sprinting like mad, panicked and disheveled, without a shred of a young master’s deanor left.
On the way, he wanted to light up a cigarette to calm his nerves, but he really couldn’t bear to touch those precious three packs. He could only grit his teeth and run with everything he had.
Holy crap, this damn place is scary as hell!
...
A small bridge, flowing water, soone’s ho.
Such a beautiful scene was practically an Immortal Realm. As the soft, lodious sound of the zither rang out, the place seed veiled in a layer of holy radiance—inviting, yet making one afraid to approach.
As if getting any closer would ruin this picture‑perfect beauty.
And the finishing‑touch music was coming from a simple, rustic little thatched hut.
Inside the hut sat an incredibly beautiful figure in a cross‑legged posture. Before her lay an ancient, dark‑hued guqin. A pair of slender jade‑like hands danced across the strings, drawing forth waves of enchanting sound.
This beautiful figure was dressed in a snow‑white long dress, unstained by dust, not a single flaw to be found. A piece of white gauze covered her face, making the true visage behind it faintly visible—mysterious and sacred.
Her eyes were lowered, expression calm, yet in those stunning pupils it was as though two worlds were contained. Her bearing was transcendent.
Seated beside this veiled beauty was a charming young girl, around eighteen or nineteen. At this mont, she was smiling with her eyes closed, her face full of enjoynt and intoxication.
As if, to her, nothing in the world was more delightful than listening to such beautiful music.
Finally, the piece ca to an end.
The veiled woman rested both hands on the strings, stilling their lingering tremor. It was as if all things fell silent at that mont, and her lowered eyes finally opened.
They were a pair of very, very beautiful eyes, like stars in the night!
"Yitian‑jiejie, your playing just keeps getting better and better. Without realizing it, Yue’er’s practically addicted to listening!" The girl beside her also opened her eyes, gazing at Qin Yitian with intoxicated admiration written all over her face.
"Those who understand will naturally understand. For those who don’t, no matter how well you play, what does it matter?" Qin Yitian smiled, her gaze lazy yet carefree, utterly out of this world.
"Yitian‑jiejie, you’re saying that again." Yue’er sighed resentfully. "The only one who can truly understand you is the person in your heart. But in this vast sea of people, how hard is it to find your beloved? We’ve been searching for so many years and still haven’t even seen half a shadow!"
"He will appear." Qin Yitian looked toward the outside of the hut, speaking thoughtfully. "I can feel it. The one in my heart is in the East Sea."
"In the East Sea?" Yue’er froze, then exclaid in delight, "Then will he show up at your concert?"
"I don’t know." Qin Yitian shook her head and smiled casually. "Fate is decreed by heaven. If heaven has affection, it will let him appear. If heaven is indifferent, perhaps he’ll never appear at all."
Yue’er frowned and scratched her head, half understanding, half confused by Qin Yitian’s mystical words.
She shook her head and simply gave up trying to figure it out. Her beautiful eyes turned as she said, "Oh right, Yitian‑jiejie, we’re already in the East Sea, but your concert won’t be held until three days from now. Should we go have so fun around the East Sea these three days?"
Qin Yitian glanced at Yue’er. "You just want to play."
"Oh co on, how is that being greedy for fun?"
Yue’er giggled. "I heard the genius who recently shocked the entire Martial Arts world, Ye Xuan, lives in the East Sea. Hehe, why don’t we go look for him? See what kind of presence that man who’s ’peerless in the world with a single sword’ really has?"
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