Yue Pavilion's Onlooking Crowd

Lu Mingchuan was currently locked in a stalemate with Bibi Dong.

Since this time was just like before and the plot hadn't been cut short by Yu Xiaogang, he would just have to make the best of the story from here on out.

However...

[This jerk... why does Bibi Dong keep staring at me?]

[Could it be she's addicted to kicking me in the crotch? Keep dreaming. If you try that, you'll be the one breaking your leg.]

Bibi Dong couldn't help but let her gaze drift downward.

The guy had to be bluffing. It wasn't as if she hadn't read about such things in books before; did he really think he was made of iron?

Lu Mingchuan noticed where Bibi Dong was looking and hurriedly pulled the old butler over to stand in front of him as a shield.

[What kind of innocent saint is this? She's clearly a pervert. Who stares at a man's crotch like that? I really overestimated you, Dong-zi.]

[Also, hurry up and say something to exit the scene already. I'm supposed to be heartbroken here.]

[I need to get back quickly to snack on my melon seeds and see when the next act begins.]

Bibi Dong itched to grab Lu Mingchuan by the collar and demand an explanation.

But the moment she remembered she held the upper hand, she dismissed the thought.

"Mingchuan, how about you come with me for a stroll around Spirit Hall Academy?" Bibi Dong's eyes were curved in a smile, though there was mockery hidden beneath.

You want to leave? Let's see if I agree.

You're just disappointed, not truly over your infatuation with me.

Lu Mingchuan raised an eyebrow. A master of the game, I see.

But...

"Get lost... my affairs have nothing to do with you..."

"You disastrous, heartless, ruthless, cold-blooded, six-six-six... woman. I don't want your concern."

Lu Mingchuan rattled off the string of insults so quickly he nearly ran out of breath.

Bibi Dong looked at him, speechless. What a dog.

"Since that's the case, I have important matters to attend to. Let's meet again next time, Mingchuan."

"Someone, come here."

"Yes!!" The guards behind her stepped forward in unison.

"These flowers were prepared by Mingchuan specifically for me. We mustn't waste his good intentions. Use a soul tool to pack them all up. Don't miss a single one."

Bibi Dong gestured toward the nine hundred and ninety-nine sunflowers, waved her hand grandly, and turned to leave without a shred of mercy.

Lu Mingchuan stared daggers at her retreating back.

The old butler assumed his young master was just being stubborn and was now regretting his words as he watched the Spirit Hall saint walk away.

He spoke earnestly, drawing from his own experience: "Young Master, being a tsundere is out of fashion. Nowadays, it's all about trading sincerity for sincerity."

Lu Mingchuan wept internally, but he steadied himself against the old butler and said with a calm face, "I'm fine."

[My premium, top-tier melon seeds—that vicious woman just walked off with the whole lot!]

[I only got to crack two of them. Who am I supposed to complain to now?]

Bibi Dong, still walking away, couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

Serves you right. You're lucky I even let you eat two.

She couldn't resist taking a sunflower from the guards and tasting it herself.

The flavor was indeed lingering and memorable.

Impressive... truly impressive.

Lu Mingchuan saw Bibi Dong's actions; she was actually cracking open the seeds and eating them right in front of him.

Let's go~ leave this sorrowful place.

In Spirit City, a group of noblewomen had gathered.

In the place where they were chatting, a young girl who was every bit their equal laughed and talked with them.

Tang Yuehua tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and elegantly sipped the tea in her cup.

She hadn't expected such an interesting event to occur within Spirit City. It was a pity she had to keep these noblewomen company and couldn't find the time to watch the scene in person.

Otherwise, she would have loved to see what kind of spectacle it was to have an idiot saint and a fraud master together in one place.

When she was bathing and changing last night, she had heard that voice. At the time, it had scared her so much she didn't dare leave the wooden tub, but after listening further, she realized it was related to a person's inner thoughts.

Playing dead to live a life of leisure—what a peculiar idea.

"Yuehua, how is this tea? Doesn't it taste different from what you usually drink?" A woman dressed in purple sat beside her, refilling her cup and handing it back to her.

But Tang Yuehua's mind was still on what had just happened. She was drinking the tea like a cow quenching its thirst, not tasting it at all.

She responded with a faint smile: "It is indeed different. The flavor seems much richer."

Tang Yuehua had been staying in Spirit City for quite some time, yet she had only caught a glimpse of the Spirit Hall Saintess, Bibi Dong, from afar amidst the crowds once.

As a piece of trash who could not cultivate, she had always harbored a sense of yearning for a heaven-sent prodigy like Bibi Dong, hoping that one day she, too, could become someone like her.

However, after listening to that rant, Tang Yuehua's envy had lessened significantly.

In her view, both strength and brains were indispensable, and the thought of someone like Bibi Dong, who had traded her brains for strength, made her instinctively recoil.

With a brain no larger than a peanut, a naive fool who would fall for a stalker-like existence.

Tang Yuehua dared not imagine what kind of death she would choose to end it all if she were to ever become like that.

"Hey, tell me, is there really someone with extremely high talent who cultivates quickly, yet has a broken brain?"

Tang Yuehua asked curiously to the group of sisters she had already grown close to; she wanted to see how these families of spirit masters viewed such a matter.

"Don't joke around, just the meditation techniques alone give me a headache."

"Do you think someone with a bad brain could even understand that stuff to cultivate? Little sister Yuehua, you're just teasing us."

"Exactly, how would we ordinary people know about spirit master affairs, but I reckon you can't get anything done without a brain."

This group of sisters had no idea where Tang Yuehua came up with so many strange thoughts.

Tang Yuehua responded with a fake smile; they were indeed right, without a brain, one probably couldn't even enter the gates of cultivation.

After all, not everyone was a piece of trash with poor talent.

However, that rant about Bibi Dong was still quite interesting.

And as for that voice, after listening to it for a long time, Tang Yuehua finally remembered where she had heard it before.

Wasn't this the voice of that second-generation heir, Lu Mingchuan?

Guessing his identity had piqued Tang Yuehua's curiosity.

After all, the "sisters" around her were all chatting about the "Number One Lover" of Spirit City; who among them didn't want a young, handsome lad by their side to set off their own beauty?

And she, the person closest to Lu Mingchuan, was forced to talk about him.

Although her spirit was poor, her Yuehua Domain was a sharp tool specifically used to guide these playboys.

Had she not left the Clear Sky Sect to prove herself?

Thus, Tang Yuehua had first opened a Yue Pavilion in Spirit City specifically to educate playboys to test the waters.

After all, Spirit City was full of spirit masters, and everyone wanted to prevent their family members from causing trouble everywhere.

By educating batch after batch of playboys to learn manners, her reputation had soared.

Now, the most stubborn group of playboys was reduced to just that guy, Lu Mingchuan.

He was required to come to her place every day for two hours of self-cultivation, an order that had been personally issued to him from within Spirit Hall.

[Yue Pavilion?]