Chapter 235

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, and everyone who saw it couldn’t help but exclaim, “As expected of Elder Tian Xianzi, truly beautiful enough to intoxicate!”

What a beautiful countryside twilight romance.

Just as Zheng Weiqi was about to step forward and stop it, she was caught off guard by Ning Ning’s voice: “Senior Sister, wait!”

She deliberately lowered her voice, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, her tone full of panic and fear.

Sensing something, Zheng Weiqi shifted her gaze from Jiang Si and Wu Jing to the crowd of onlookers nearby.

Among the many sincerely praising citizens of Luan City, standing at the front was a tall, handsome young man. When he looked at them and smiled, it was as if a spring breeze brushed past.

Who else could it be but their beloved Master Tian Xianzi?

Someone sighed deeply, “With Tian Xianzi in Luan City, one dance enchants the city, another dance enchants the country.”

Tian Xianzi smiled kindly, each word as moving as wild chrysanthemums blooming in the wind. When he spoke, he waved at them with immense affection.

Like a ghost unable to rest in peace.

“You. Guys. Come. Over. Here. Now.”

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Being caught impersonating someone by the actual person is quite embarrassing.

Fortunately, Tian Xianzi, considering the Ten Method Assembly the next day, didn’t go to crazy and kill them instantly. Instead, he used an exceptionally gentle tone to tell them that the north cemetery was the cheapest. After his beloved little disciples completed their trial and met him again, they might find it useful.

He smiled so tenderly, like a kind and lovable mother.

Everyone was so moved that their eyes turned red. By the time they returned to the inn, it was already midnight.

Zheng Weiqi, being a businesswoman of integrity, kept her promise. As soon as they returned to the inn, she sold Pei Ji a copy of ‘Cultivation Romance Record’.

The book was as thick as a brick and as hard as a hammer, sure to leave a big hole if thrown at someone.

He quickly put it into his storage pouch and, before saying goodbye to Zheng Weiqi, asked in a muffled voice, “Senior Sister, from which chapter do I appear?”

“You?”

Zheng Weiqi had never expected him to ask such a question.

In her impression, Pei Ji was gloomy and solitary, always cold and indifferent, with eyes seemingly filled only with sword intent, disconnected from everything around him.

Especially this kind of absurd, clichéd melodramatic love drama. It didn’t suit him at all, and now that they were together, it looked extremely odd.

But she answered honestly: “You recently became Master’s disciple, so your part is relatively small. Just flip to the second-to-last chapter, and you’ll find your first appearance there.”

So after thanking her, Pei Ji returned to his room, and the first thing he did was sit on the edge of his bed and open the thick leisure book to the second-to-last chapter.

He read quickly, almost skimming the lines. When he saw his own name, his gaze paused, and he slowly read on with patience.

The passage he was looking for appeared shortly after.

Pei Ji’s thin lips were tightly pressed together, his eyes darting back and forth. Subconsciously, he breathed more quietly. For some reason, at that moment, he felt a sense of tension and hesitation, his heartbeat subtly increasing.

[“Is that the new disciple Master just took in?”

Ning Ning leaned against the door, watching the boy’s distant figure, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

Her gaze was deep, like a predator waiting for its prey to take the bait. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue: “He’s really cute, just my type… Look at him, doesn’t he look like a little wildcat?”

Zheng Weiqi lazily said, “He’s a tough nut to crack. I think it’s quite risky.”

“So what if he’s a tough nut?”

Ning Ning just smiled: “I think I might already like him a bit.”]

After that, there were no more descriptions of Pei Ji. Since the entire book was still being serialized, this small part, comparable to an extra, was his only appearance in the current ‘Cultivation Romance Record’.

“Oh, my dear mother! What kind of shitty name is ‘wildcat’? And that ‘licking her lips with the tip of her tongue,’ that’s just too hard to accept!”

This story was practically pouring greasy black dog blood straight into people’s mouths. Cheng Ying scoffed at it, and halfway through speaking, he looked at Pei Ji. After a brief moment of surprise, he couldn’t help but scream:

“Pei Xiaoji! You’re blushing because of this? And you’re even smiling! Oh my, do you know your mouth is almost reaching your ears?”

Damn It! This stinky brat was so useless!

Cheng Ying had thought Pei Ji had finally come around and wanted to use this book to engage in conversations with others. However, he never expected that the reason he bought ‘Cultivation Romance Record’ was just because He Zhizhou had mentioned to Ning Ning, “I remember you seemed to have some feelings for Pei Ji too.”

Pei Ji’s gaze was cold and indifferent, and he didn’t hesitate to say, “No.”

Cheng Ying, knowing that no one else could hear him, shouted indignantly, “Of course you do! You just want to see what it would be like if Ning Ning liked you!”

After not getting any response, Cheng Ying bounced around in the sea of consciousness a few times, guessing Pei Ji’s thoughts: “Oh, not refuting? Giving up resisting? Why is your face getting even redder?”

Pei Ji still didn’t respond. He simply fell backward, lying on his back on the bed.

The book was used to cover his entire face, making it impossible for others to see his expression. They could only see the long figure of the young man lying motionless, with his fingers gripping the pages so tightly that they turned pale.

After a while, he moved slightly, placed ‘Cultivation Romance Record’ beside his head, and then turned onto his side, looking at that small passage again.

A few strands of messy black hair fell onto the pages, and Pei Ji’s pupils, also black, no longer held their usual sharpness and hostility. Instead, they were filled with cautiousness and a hint of unease.

Cheng Ying found the boy both cute and pitiful, asking him dryly, “If you really like Ning Ning, why don’t you just tell her directly?”

Pei Ji didn’t respond.

He buried most of his face in the pillow, silently reaching out with his right hand to touch the pages of the book.

The paper was cold and slightly rough to the touch.

His index finger slowly moved, lightly tracing over the words Ning Ning had said, as if touching a precious treasure, feeling intensely nervous.

[Ning Ning just smiled: “I think I might already like him a bit.”]

Ning Ning said she liked him.

Liked him.

Even though it was just pale words, when Pei Ji saw them with his own eyes, his ears couldn’t help but burn intensely.

Though he repeatedly told himself that those were ridiculous lies, his gaze was irresistibly drawn to them. He didn’t know how many times he had read that line in his heart.

Amidst his tangled thoughts there was a faint sense of joy and delight.

“This is good enough as it is.”

The faint scent of trees filled his nostrils.

Looking at the line of text, a hint of self-mockery flashed in his eyes as he finally responded to Cheng Ying: “Friendship between fellow disciples… For someone like me, what more can I ask for?”