Chapter 94

She was like a cultivation version of Fan Jinzhong.

But unlike him, she didn’t go crazy rolling in the mud. After clapping and speaking, she turned her head and hugged Ning Ning, wagging her tongue and frolicking wildly.

(T/N:This is from “Fan Jin passed the exam,” a plot in the satirical novel “The Scholars,” written by the Qing Dynasty novelist Wu Jingzi. This work describes Fan Jin’s success in the provincial examination and uses exaggerated rhetoric to depict his image of being extremely happy and crazy about the imperial examination.)

If there were background music for her, it would undoubtedly be the song that most people are familiar with, [Cause we are the champions of the world! We are the champions, my friends!] It was so fitting, as if it had sprung from Zheng Weiqi’s mouth.

(T/N: This is from the song ‘We Are the Champions’ by Queen.)

Luan City is vast, and the inn where the Xuanxu Sword Sect stayed was located in the bustling area. As soon as they stepped out, they could see people coming and going, making it lively.

Before Ning Ning could take a look at the whole city, she heard He Zhizhou make a disdainful sound.

Following his disdainful gaze, it turned out to be the back of a strange man, slender in figure, wearing a green clothes, and looking like an elegant and talented scholar.

Sensing that Ning Ning was also staring at the man, He Zhizhou’s mouth twitched. “Look at the evil aura all over him. Two bottles of air freshener couldn’t even suppress it.”

He had always been indifferent, hardly showing such obvious disgust towards anyone. Curious, Ning Ning listened as He Zhizhou added, “Do you remember when I claimed to be from the Wanjian Sect when I was a courtesan, and he, a disciple of theirs, exposed me on the spot?”

Ning Ning suddenly realized, “Could it be—”

“That’s right.”

He Zhizhou gritted his teeth. “It’s that bastard, Ye Zongheng!”

It turned out that the person was named Ye Zongheng.

“Junior Brother He, in fact, it all started with you impersonating the Wanjian Sect. As a disciple of the Wanjian Sect, it was only right for Ye Zongheng to expose your identity.”

Zheng Weiqi, worthy of being the senior sister, although she was not clear-headed at the moment, still spoke with incisiveness: “No matter who this is placed on, it wouldn’t let you tarnish the reputation of the Wanjian Sect for nothing.”

He Zhizhou’s ears turned red with anger. “Senior Sister Zheng, you don’t understand. That guy isn’t trying to defend the reputation of the Wanjian sect. It’s clear that he’s targeting me everywhere because his former favorite courtesan position was taken by me. He’s doing all this just to please that girl.”

“If it were just that incident, it would have been fine, and I admit that I was in the wrong first, but Ye Zongheng actually hired a group of men. When I was performing on stage, they… they—”

He grew angrier as he spoke, clenching his fists. “They actually stood below the stage and played suona together! Is that something a normal person would do?!”

Indeed, it was not something an ordinary person would do.

Ning Ning thought that if he couldn’t stand it, he could have just hired people to beat him up. It was unexpected that Senior Brother Ye’s way of taking revenge was to disrupt with Suona playing…

(T/N: Chinese musical instrument that is often used in weddings and funeral processions… But more likely used in funeral…hehe.. That is why He Zhizhou is angry)

It’s quite refreshing.

While everyone was talking, the figure of the man in green clothes swayed, slightly turning his head.

Ye Zongheng, whom He Zhizhou hated so much, actually had a harmless face.

A pair of round and bright puppy-like eyes reminded people of juicy black grapes, while his baby face made him appear youthful and approachable. There were even traces of baby fat remaining on his fair cheeks, making him look like a tender white bun.

It’s hard to imagine that such a person would actually be a frequent visitor to the brothel, and his mind seemed to lack sharpness.

High-level cultivators could sense the subtle spiritual energy around them. Ye Zongheng, as a direct disciple of the Wanjian Sect, was even more sensitive to sensing energy. When he suddenly turned around, the long sword at his waist shook abruptly.

The young man with the baby face looked alert and looked straight into the eyes of the group from the Xuanxu Sword Sect.

The one at the forefront was his archenemy, He Zhizhou.

Seeing that the scoundrel was smiling triumphantly and provocatively walking towards him with a bit of killing intent, Ye Zongheng’s heart trembled, feeling that something was not right.

He Zhizhou clearly had ill intentions. Most likely, he wanted revenge for hiring people to play Suona.

Now that he was alone and his fellow sect members were not nearby, while He Zhizhou had several Xuanxu Sword Sect sword cultivators behind him, if they really fought, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.

Damn it!

As he watched the other party approach closer, with a smirk on his face, just as He Zhizhou was about to speak—

Ye Zongheng suddenly grunted, and his whole body collapsed like a frozen Popsicle, falling directly to the ground.

This sudden change made He Zhizhou a bit dazed, almost thinking that this brother in front of him had some kind of sudden illness.

But the next moment, he heard Ye Zongheng’s mosquito-like voice: “Help…someone help me! He…he hit me!”

After saying that, he pretended to be in great pain, clutching his chest and shivering all over. However, the mischievous look in his eyes was clearly provoking, saying, “Haha, didn’t expect that, idiot! This is called taking the initiative!”

—This guy, seeing that he couldn’t win in a fight, actually resorted to acting!

He Zhizhou knew that Ye Zongheng was despicable, but he would never have imagined that someone could be despicable to this extent.

If it were elsewhere, he would have just thrown a punch without saying a word. However, with people coming and going here, several passersby were already staring at the two of them with surprise.

When he looked at them, they were all filled with panic and fear.

Ye Zongheng lay on the ground like a dead fish, feeling satisfied as he watched his archenemy’s face turn from white to blue. After a moment, he trembled and added, “No, you must compensate me for my medical expenses.”