A Lovely Countenance

What does Wen Lanfeng mean to the Biyuan Kingdom? He is a national Divine Artifact, a national treasure. Although Wen Lanfeng stopped interfering in worldly affairs a long, long time ago, as long as Wen Lanfeng lives, the Biyuan Kingdom will not decline; this is an undeniable fact.

The savior of the nation's Old Ancestor had been humiliated by him, and by a mid Spirit Transformation stage expert no less! If these words were to be relayed back, it would be a matter of life and death! Even the current emperor would likely find it difficult to ensure the little Princess's safety. The middle-aged man turned back to look at the white-robed young man with sorrow.

The most terrifying thing is that this Mr. Nongzhu actually wants the Old Ancestor to go to the South China Sea to apologize. This... this... not to mention that he can't see the Old Ancestor, even within the entire royal family, who would dare to easily disturb the Old Ancestor's meditation?

Even if someone could see the Old Ancestor, who would dare to ask him to go out and apologize as soon as they saw Old Ancestor? There wouldn't be anyone with that kind of courage in the entire Biyuan Kingdom!

However, if we don't do this, Mr. Nongzhu will demolish the palace of the Biyuan Kingdom. Who in the Biyuan Kingdom, apart from the Old Ancestor, can stop Mr. Nongzhu is famous throughout the Cultivation World? If this alarms the Old Ancestor, the consequences will be unimaginable.

After much deliberation, he realized it was all a dead end. The middle-aged man was ashen-faced, drenched in cold sweat, and stood there motionless, frozen in place.

"Uncle Bai, who is he?" The young man in white walked over cautiously. He glanced at Yue Qianchou and asked tentatively.

Hehe! I'll scare you to death, daring to call me vulgar! Yue Qianchou glanced at her, his large fan waving dazzlingly, exuding an air of superiority.

"Shut up! Kneel down!" The middle-aged man shouted at the young man in white, then knelt down in front of Yue Qianchou, pleading, "Please, sir, spare our lives for the sake of my Old Ancestor. We will be eternally grateful."

The young man in white was stunned to see the middle-aged man kneel down. He looked incredulous for a moment, then obediently knelt down as well. With these two kneeling, the dozen or so guards behind them dared not stand any longer and all knelt down with a whoosh.

Boss Sang was increasingly shocked. He now realized that these people were undoubtedly members of the royal family of the Biyuan Kingdom, and this young master disguised as a man might even be Princess of the Biyuan Kingdom. And now, just because of a few words from this gentleman, they had all knelt down to beg for forgiveness?

South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest? What kind of place is that? Boss Sang wondered to himself, seemingly having never heard of such a place before.

Zhang Peng admired his master more and more. His master was indeed an unfathomable person, and he worshipped him to the extreme.

Furong, who had been nervously standing behind the door expecting something terrible to happen, was utterly astonished by the scene before her. She hadn't expected Yue Qianchou to possess such power after leaving Fu Xian Island, managing to make a group of people kneel down with just a few words. At the same time, she felt much more at ease. So, biting her lip, she quietly stood behind Yue Qianchou.

"What does this mean?" Yue Qianchou said calmly, fanning himself. "I didn't say I wanted to kill you. Get up quickly, lest someone sees us and says I'm bullying the weak." In his heart, however, he was secretly thinking, "I didn't expect that the handsome old man Nong Zhu is so popular outside. It seems I can make good use of him. Who told you to always bully me!"

"I am Wen Bai, a junior. I have long heard that you enjoy playing in the mortal world. I never expected to offend you today." The middle-aged man said, kowtowing repeatedly. "I should go back and accept my punishment, but I dare not disturb the Old Ancestor's peaceful cultivation. I beg you to forgive and let this matter go, since we were unaware of the situation."

He gritted his teeth and went all out. Rather than go back to face death, he might as well muster up the courage to beg and try, hoping there might be a chance.

"Just what I wanted! If Wen Lanfeng really gets involved, I'm afraid things will get out of hand!" Yue Qianchou raised an eyebrow, turned to look at Furong, and asked softly, "Did I startle you? What do you suggest we do?"

All eyes immediately turned to the sickly-looking Furong. Unexpectedly, the final decision rested with this unassuming woman. Wen Bai looked at her with pleading eyes. Just Yue Qianchou had predicted, Furong, soft-hearted and unable to do anything evil, gently tugged at his sleeve and said, "Never mind!"

The group of kneeling people breathed a sigh of relief, but then Yue Qianchou closed his fan and said in a deep voice, "I can let this matter go, as if it never happened. But you bullied others by abusing your power and damaged the inn's property. The inn suffered losses for nothing because of me. I will punish you severely and make you pay compensation. Do you accept this?"

"I admit it!" Wen Bai quickly got up, went to Boss Sang, cupped his hands and apologized, "I'm really sorry. I wonder how much the damaged things are worth? I'm willing to pay double the amount as compensation."

Boss Sang was speechless. However, breaking a few bowls and plates wasn't worth much money, so he glanced at Yue Qianchou. Yue Qianchou immediately said without any politeness, "Since I've spoken up to seek justice for them, a thousand taels of gold is definitely worth it."

"Uh..." Wen Bai was taken aback, then nodded repeatedly and said, "It's worth it, it's worth it. Sir's words are golden, even ten thousand taels of gold are worth it."

He quickly pulled out his Storage Bag from his robes and checked it with his Divine Sense, only to find it wasn't enough. So he called on the guards to contribute money, but they still found it was insufficient, and had no choice but to make the young master hand over his money bag as well.

After scraping together what he could, Wen Bai returned with a pained expression and said, "Please wait a moment, sir. We only have gold and silver worth a little over eight hundred taels of gold here. I'll go to the embassy to get more right away..."

"Enough, I'll stop arguing with you. That would just make me seem petty," Yue Qianchou interrupted with a wave of his Zhang Peng. He then pointed to the Storage Bag in Wen Bai's hand, and Zhang Peng grabbed it.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie!" Wen Bai bowed. The matter was thus resolved, and he finally felt relieved. It was a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

"Stop kneeling, all of you, get out of here! Do you expect me to treat you to a meal?" Yue Qianchou said expressionlessly.

The group quickly stood up. The young man in white pouted, his cherry-like lips trembling, and bowed silently as he retreated, looking utterly aggrieved. Wen Bai was about to take his leave when Yue Qianchou pointed a finger at the young man in white with her fan and asked, "What's your name, you woman disguised as a man?"

"Wen Qing!" the white-robed young master replied reluctantly, pouting. Wen Bai immediately thought to himself, "Oh no! What time is it now? You're still putting on your Princess act. Don't you even know who you're dealing with? Even your Father Emperor, can't afford to offend you!"

Sure enough, Yue Qianchou tapped his fan lightly in his other palm and asked in a cool tone, "Judging from your expression, you seem to have a lot of opinions about my decision! If you're not Qi Ingestion, you might as well say so now. I hate it when people talk badly about me behind my back."

"I wouldn't dare," the white- Wen Qing young man replied, his voice now completely feminine. He said "I wouldn't dare," but the grievance in his tone was clear to everyone.

Yue Qianchou lightly tapped his fan. His gaze fell on the golden headband binding her hair, and he slowly walked over. Wen Bai was startled and bowed, saying, "Sir..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yue Qianchou glared at her and shut her up. Yue Qianchou walked up to Wen Qing, who was hanging her head and remaining silent, extended her fan, and gently lifted her chin. Looking at her beautiful face, which dared not speak out in anger, he said, "You're quite a beauty, so why do you like to dress as a man? Take off your headband and let me see."

Zhang Peng was taken aback. Boss Sang was taken aback, Wen Bai was taken aback, and the guards exchanged glances, all thinking the same thing: Could it be that he has taken a fancy to Wen Qing? Furong also blinked, wondering what he was up to.

Wen Qing's pretty face turned bright red, her lips almost bleeding from being bitten. She remained silent and motionless. As a Princess of a nation, when had she ever suffered such humiliation, especially in front of so many people? Little did she know, Yue Qianchou was determined to deflate her arrogance.

The fan lifted her delicate chin again, Yue Qianchou said indifferently, "Do you expect me to do it myself? If you don't pick it, I'll make him do it. And if he does, I'll give you to him to warm his bed." The fan released her chin but pointed at Zhang Peng.

"Mr. Xie!" Zhang Peng bowed and strode over. I really hadn't realized this guy enjoyed dry humor.

Wen Qing immediately shouted in terror, "I'll take it off!" He quickly took off the golden headband and angrily threw it on the ground.

However, just as she made her move, Yue Qianchou seemed to have anticipated her action. He extended his fan at the perfect moment, flicking it, and the golden hoop flew towards Zhang Peng. Zhang Peng caught it with ease.

As the saying goes, the layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the skill. Yue Qianchou's seemingly casual flick of the fan appeared effortless, something anyone could do, but its remarkable quality lay in its naturalness, as if the Wen Qing had deliberately tossed the golden headband onto his fan. The guards' pupils constricted, all inwardly praising his incredible skill!

Wen Bai was secretly shocked. As expected of Spirit Transformation stage expert, he had already reached the level of anticipating the enemy's moves with just a casual display. Zhang Peng, however, was unimpressed. Needless to say, his master's skills were exceptional.

In truth, Yue Qianchou himself was taken aback. It was merely a subconscious movement; he hadn't moved much, just his arm and fan had shifted slightly. He hadn't expected the timing to be so perfect, so exquisitely executed.

He himself didn't know how he had just done it. In a flash, he remembered what Bi Changchun had said when he taught him the "Bird Play" and was overjoyed. Old Man Bi really hadn't lied to me.

The Wen Qing disheveled young man stood there, but in the blink of an eye, his handsome appearance had transformed. Especially his eyes, which were now brimming with tears, which he was struggling to hold back. Yue Qianchou raised his fan and gently parted the messy hair on her forehead.

Her beautiful face, with rosy cheeks and tears welling up in her eyes, was truly pitiful to behold! She was indeed a great beauty.

"Alright, you can leave now." Yue Qianchou said expressionlessly, tapping Wen Qing's forehead with his fan.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie!" Wen Bai said awkwardly, then scolded Wen Qing, "Qing'er, why don't you thank Mr. Xie?" He was really afraid of causing trouble again.

"Thank... thank... thank you, Mr. Xie! Waaah..." Wen Qing, suppressing her pent-up grievances, barely finished speaking before bursting into tears and running away. The others quickly bowed and withdrew, chasing after her...

.