Teng Shangqing

"The Mysterious Bookstore is opening a bit early today!" The cultivators on the long street were all somewhat surprised. Normally, the Bookstore opens at nine o'clock sharp, but it's only seven o'clock now, and there are still two hours before the Bookstore opens.

"What do you mean 'early'? It's the weekend, okay? The Mysterious Bookstore is closed." A cultivator rolled his eyes and said. Everyone already knew that the Mysterious Bookstore was only open five days a week. Today was the weekend, and under normal circumstances, the Mysterious Bookstore was closed.

"It's probably because of the anniversary celebration!" one cultivator speculated.

The Mysterious Bookstore has never been open on a weekend before; this is the first time I've ever seen it open.

"Do you think we could go in and read for free for Tianshu?" asked a cultivator standing at the bottom of the Bookstore steps. He was a poor cultivator who, despite wandering around Dubian Town, had never been inside the Mysterious Bookstore because of his lack of money. So, going inside the Mysterious Bookstore to read was the thing he Covet to do most.

"You know what, it's not impossible." After hearing the cultivator's words, everyone hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

After all, it's an exception that the Mysterious Bookstore is opening on the weekend. More importantly, the exclusive phone numbers sold at the Wantong Trading Market don't have weekend numbers. In other words, if the Mysterious Bookstore were open today, no cultivator could produce an exclusive phone number for reading today.

"However, if we go inside to read, we won't be able to get wet in this Seven-Colored Rain," another cultivator said with some concern, looking up at the continuously falling Seven-Colored Liuli Rain from the sky.

Going to Bookstore to read is certainly a good thing, but today Dubian Town is shrouded in Seven-Colored Rain. Unlike the benefits of reading, the Seven-Colored Rain is a real benefit, and it doesn't cost a single penny. You don't need to consider your aptitude; you just need to find an open-air spot to stand and receive the baptism of the Seven-Colored Rain.

But entering Bookstore is different. Even if it's free, it doesn't mean you'll definitely gain anything by reading there. There's a certain probability involved. What if you spend a whole day inside without gaining anything, and you don't even get a glimpse of the Seven-Colored Rain outside? Wouldn't that mean you've gained nothing?

"That makes sense. Following that logic, it seems like going inside to read today is less worthwhile than standing outside in the rain." Many cultivators suddenly realized something and nodded in agreement.

"Make way! Make way!" Suddenly, a commotion arose not far away, accompanied by angry curses and Power Trip shouts, and a stream of people was forced to push their way out.

A group of servants dressed in exquisite household attire carried a sedan chair toward them, with Xiongnu leading the way, cracking a long whip in his hand.

"Who is this? So Power Trip." The onlookers began to discuss among themselves.

"You don't all recognize him? Teng Shangqing, the son of the Seventh Dean of the Vast Academy!" a cultivator whispered in response.

"Hiss! Is that the infamous bully Teng Shangqing, known as the once-in-a-millennium prodigy of the Vast Academy?"

"That lecherous thief Teng Shangqing, who wreaked havoc on the female students' dormitories at the Vast Academy?"

"That Teng Shangqing, who killed an entire family without a second thought?"

"..."

In an instant, the cultivators had thoroughly investigated the group's information. But it was precisely because their information was revealed that the voices of complaint and cursing that had been heard vanished instantly. Even the Spirit Emperor and Spirit Saint, who had been frowning, silently returned to their original expressions and turned away as if they hadn't seen anything.

The son of the Seventh Dean of the Vast Academy is a top-tier second-generation figure on the continent. Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even powerful figures like them at the Spirit Emperor Spirit Saint levels wouldn't dare to provoke him easily. After all, Vast Academy was previously the number one power on the continent, with students all over the world. If you provoke him, you'll either die or suffer a severe beating.

Teng Shangqing's group weaved through the crowded throng, with cultivators giving way wherever they went, until finally they arrived directly in front of the Bookstore.

"Creak~" The sedan chair came down, and a handsome young man in white stepped out. He had a face like jade, eyes like stars, and his hair was tied up with a hairpin. A thin white ribbon fell with his long hair. He held a folding fan and opened it with a "snap". On the fan were written the four characters "Jade-faced Gentleman".

"So elegant and distinguished, no wonder he's the son of the Seventh Dean." A cultivator in the crowd couldn't help but praise Teng Shangqing after seeing his appearance.

"Now I finally understand why he was able to commit lewd acts in the female dormitories of the Vast Academy. His background is one aspect, but his looks must also be a factor!"

"Hmph! A pretty boy, all show and no substance, all looks and no substance." A burly man sneered, his tone full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"My name is Teng Shangqing. I was rude just now. Please forgive me." Teng Shangqing put away his folding fan, clasped his hands slightly, looked around, and said with a smile.

However, although Teng Shangqing apologized, his tone was unmistakably arrogant, clearly indicating that he was not being sincere.

But what could anyone do when faced with such a powerful figure with extremely strong backing? They could only turn a deaf ear and pretend they hadn't heard a thing.

The long street fell silent instantly. There were many important people on this street, but for some reason, no one spoke, which was quite strange.

Teng Shangqing didn't mind, patted his other hand with the folding fan, and walked towards the Mysterious Bookstore.

"Brother Yunji, it's been a long time." Teng Shangqing arrived at the bottom of the steps of the Mysterious Bookstore, looked at Zhang Yunji at the entrance, greeted him, but his eyes shifted to the other side, where Luan Feng in a red robe stood.

"Brother Teng is still alive? That's quite surprising." Zhang Yunji's tone was somewhat sarcastic. The two were about the same age, and Zhang Yunji had once cultivated at the Vast Academy, so their grudges were quite significant.

"Brother Yunji really doesn't like to speak like a human being. How could I possibly die?" Teng Shangqing said with a playful smile, but he didn't show any anger towards Zhang Yunji's words. Instead, he turned to look at Luan Feng, stepped onto a step, and politely bowed and clasped his hands, saying, "Miss is truly beautiful. I am Teng Shangqing, the son of the Seventh Dean of the Vast Academy. May I ask your name?"

Luan Feng glanced at Teng Shangqing indifferently and said, "You stepped on a place you shouldn't have. Get down."

"Oh?" Teng Shangqing looked surprised upon hearing this and said, "What do you mean by that, young lady?"

"Three..." Luan Feng spoke calmly. Zhang Yunji, standing to the side, shrugged and shifted slightly to one side.

"Miss..." Teng Shangqing still had a smile on his face.

"Two..." Luan Feng's tone was already somewhat cold.

"..." Teng Shangqing still looked at Luan Feng with that same smile, but he stopped talking and remained motionless.

"One..."

"Boom!"