Chapter 57: Ye Lingxuan’s Visit |
Deep in the silent night, at the Gongsun Manor.
Gongsun Xiong slowly opened his eyes, pain throbbing through his body. He clutched his chest, turning his head with difficulty to address his confidant. “What’s the situation outside?”
Confined to his bed, he relied on others for information.
He wished he could make himself invisible, forgotten by everyone, until he recovered.
The Mu and Bai families were circling like predators, the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce lurking in the shadows, seeking to profit from his weakness, and his own family members eyeing his position as head of the clan.
He was surrounded by enemies.
“Master, since the Bai family head returned, they’ve been regaining their lost ground. They’re reclaiming their territory,” his confidant reported.
Gongsun Xiong nodded grimly.
He was frustrated, but he couldn’t do anything in his current state. He had to turn a blind eye for now.
His confidant hesitated, then spoke cautiously. “Fourth Young Master, he was injured in a fight at the sparring arena today.”
Gongsun Xiong’s eyes narrowed. “Who in Tianxuan City would dare attack my son? Which Core Formation expert had the audacity?”
Gongsun Cheng was one of the strongest among his generation. He naturally assumed it was a Core Formation cultivator who had injured his son.
However, his confidant’s next words stunned him.
“It was… it was the Bai family’s young mistress” he stammered.
He didn’t mention that Gongsun Cheng had been defeated with a single strike.
“Bai Ruoxi?” Gongsun Xiong exhaled slowly, his voice laced with anger. “The Bai family dares to be so arrogant? They’ve barely recovered!”
“The Mu family’s young master was with her… People said they were quite affectionate at the arena”
Gongsun Xiong froze.
Then, realization dawned on him, and he murmured, “This is bad”
His confidant was about to ask what he meant when Gongsun Xiong slammed his fist against the bed, his rage erupting.
“That incompetent fool!”
If it had been any other time, a fight between Bai Ruoxi and Gongsun Cheng wouldn’t have been a problem. But at this critical juncture.
They weren’t just attacking his family. They were also taking his money.
Mu Zhi’an was sending a clear message: The Mu and Bai families were now allies. Think carefully before acting against them.
And tomorrow… they would probably demand “compensation” for his son’s injuries.
And that compensation… it wouldn’t be a few thousand Spirit Stones.
…
The next morning, at the Mu Manor.
Mu Zhi’an, refreshed after a night of meditation in Bai Ruoxi’s room, opened his eyes.
His spiritual energy had increased significantly. While it wasn’t as dramatic as Bai Ruoxi’s progress, he was satisfied.
He glanced at her. She was sitting on the bed, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and even.
She wore a loose white robe, her face serene in the morning light.
From this angle, she seemed like a normal young woman, but he knew the truth… the treasures hidden beneath that robe.
He had witnessed them several times, and last night he had experienced their warmth firsthand.
He was still… slightly unsatisfied.
He didn’t consider himself a pervert. He simply preferred to appreciate beauty up close.
Her clothes were neatly folded on a nearby rack, a pair of white socks beside them, a white ribbon swaying gently in the breeze.
Seeing that she was still meditating, he quietly left the room.
He could sense her aura, stronger than before. She was almost at the peak of Foundation Establishment.
But he… he was still at the third level.
He was giving others buffs and experience points, but he wasn’t gaining anything himself. It was a terrible deal. He was probably the most selfless person in the world.
He sighed inwardly.
He was putting in so much effort, all to help her reach Core Formation.
But it was alright. He was a helpful person.
He left the room and saw Wei Mengrou standing in the courtyard, her back to him, her figure slender and graceful, seemingly lost in thought.
He was used to it.
He often woke up to find her like this, silent and contemplative, always completing her tasks efficiently.
She turned to face him, and he waved, smiling. “Mengrou, let’s spar. It’ll be good exercise.”
She nodded silently.
Then, as she drew her sword, she said, “Oh, and…”
He looked at her, confused.
“Next time, control your volume. I could hear you from next door”
She blushed slightly, losing her usual composure.
He blinked, then his eyes widened in realization.
Damn. I forgot. Wherever I am, she’s always nearby. She was in the next room.
He maintained his smile, feigning innocence. “Ruoxi and I were just cultivating. Did you misunderstand something, Mengrou?”
She scoffed, giving him a look that said: You know exactly what you were doing.
But for some reason, her disdain was oddly exciting.
After sparring with her for a while, a servant approached. “Young Master, a disciple from the Ye family is here to see you. Should I let her in?”
Ye Qian must have been worried about the Foundation Establishment Pill. She was here to pay him back.
He wasn’t surprised. Judging by her innocent demeanor, he knew she would take it seriously.
He sheathed his sword, nodding. “Escort her to the main hall and offer her some tea. I’ll be there shortly.”