Chapter 93
The Little Bean clenched her back teeth and made fists in anger. She, a wealthy young woman from the Cultivation World, had finally come to the Mortal World, and despite possessing the immense wealth of a Spirit Stone Mountain, she couldn't even buy a simple Rabbit Lantern. Wasn't that outrageous?
Just as she was about to lash out, her small fist gathering strength to overturn the vendor's stall, Ye Qingchuan pulled her to a crowded area ahead.
The place is filled with colorful lanterns, some round, some square, and some shaped like flowers, birds, insects, fish, and other animals. Each lantern is strung on a thin wire, swaying gently in the wind. The red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple lanterns complement each other, illuminating the night as if it were daytime.
Walking under the lanterns and looking up, you see a beautifully crafted little slip of paper hanging beneath each lantern, with all sorts of riddles written on it. People of all ages stop to watch, discussing the answers one after another.
"This is a riddle-solving game. If you guess it correctly, you'll get a reward. Let's give it a try," Ye Qingchuan said with great interest.
It sounded interesting, but the lanterns were hung too high; no matter how she stood on tiptoe, she couldn't see them. The Little Bean shook Ye Qingchuan's clothes, indicating that she wanted to ride on his shoulders so she could see the riddles more easily.
"You still say you don't have short legs?" Ye Qingchuan teased her as he lifted her onto his shoulder and held her legs firmly with his strong arms.
The Little Bean angrily kicked him a few times, telling him to shut up if he couldn't speak.
What is the Chinese idiom that describes someone who doesn't need to ask for help when encountering problems?
"It should be self-reliance."
"Enduring the bitter cold of winter, what is the name of a Chinese herbal medicine?... I know, it should be honeysuckle." The Little Bean had been learning Alchemy from his Little Junior Brother for several years, so he was quite familiar with the answers to riddles about Chinese herbs.
Before long, the two of them guessed several riddles correctly, winning several bowls of glutinous rice balls and a beautiful Floral Hairpin.
The Little Bean Mortal World the sweet and soft sesame filling for the first time. It melted in her mouth, filling her mouth with the aroma of black sesame and glutinous rice. "So sweet! So delicious!" she exclaimed, praising the glutinous rice balls.
While she wasn't paying attention, Ye Qingchuan casually placed Floral Hairpin ornament in her hair, saying, "It's said that on the Lantern Festival, husbands would put Floral Hairpin in their wives' hair, symbolizing marital harmony and love."
Ye Zhenzhen:?
What couple? That sounds weird. The Little Bean almost choked on the glutinous rice ball in his mouth.
Not far away, someone was performing a fire-breathing act.
Accompanied by deafening music, the performer spewed a scorching tongue of fire from his mouth straight into the sky, like a dragon breathing fire, drawing thunderous applause from the onlookers, who kept throwing coins at him.
Little Bean had a bright idea. "Third Senior Brother, your Fire Technique are much better than these people's. Why don't you show off your skills? Soon we can earn a lot of copper coins and buy Rabbit Lantern."
She remained obsessed with the Rabbit Lantern she could never have.
"You want me to perform like a monkey for those people?" Ye Qingchuan snorted arrogantly, "Dream on."
"Senior brother, my dear senior brother, Zhenzhen loves you the most. Please perform for just a little while, okay?" The Little Bean looked at him with pitiful, kitten-like eyes and began her charm offensive.
"No." His tone was firm and cold.
The Little Bean tugged at his clothes, signaling him to squat down, and then unexpectedly planted a sweet, soft kiss on his cheek. "Is this okay? My dearest senior brother."
Ye Qingchuan felt his heart suddenly race, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up in a smile.
He didn't even notice that a blush had crept onto his usually pale face, all the way to his ears. Fortunately, the bright lights of the night obscured the blush on his face.
"Alright, then I'll reluctantly go and tease these mortals a bit." His heart seemed to melt at the kiss, and he gave in instantly.
Performers of fire-breathing acrobatics usually use external aids such as alcohol or flammable grease, but Ye Qingchuan only needs to tap his fingertip, and a ball of flame appears on the tip of the sword, spinning and leaping in the air.
He was already handsome, and his tall, elegant figure seemed to move casually a few times, and a nimble Fire Dragon appeared before everyone. Under his control, the Fire Dragon sometimes soared into the air with its claws outstretched, and sometimes completed one wonderful flip after another, eliciting gasps of amazement and cheers from the surrounding crowd.
Many women were so captivated by him that they couldn't move, staring blankly at his unparalleled handsome and dashing appearance, forgetting even to blink.
"Good!"
"That's amazing!"
"This is the first time I've ever seen such a spectacular Fire Technique performance; it's like the Fire God has descended to earth!"
"Not Fire God, but an incredibly handsome male immortal."
Before long, a huge pile of copper coins as a reward was stacked high in front of them.
Ye Zhenzhen, her eyes lighting up at the sight of money, gleefully rolled up a large handful and secretly slipped out through the gaps in the crowd.
After Ye Qingchuan finished his Fire Dragon performance, he looked around but couldn't find Ye Zhenzhen. He couldn't help but call out, "Junior Sister, where did you go?"
No one responded to him, but quite a few women surrounded him, wanting to strike up a conversation, but they were scared away by his sharp eyes and the cold aura he exuded.
He went back to the stall selling colored lanterns, but still couldn't find Ye Zhenzhen.
What happened? Where did the little guy go?
He ran back and forth through the crowd, anxiously searching for Ye Zhenzhen. Although his Junior Sister knew Cultivation World Law Technique, she was still so young. What if...? Thinking of certain possibilities, his expression grew increasingly anxious.
In less than half an hour, he had walked back and forth along the entire street. The shadows of people and lights flickered before his eyes, making them a little blurry.
Just as he was feeling troubled, he suddenly turned around and saw a small figure in the dim light.
Two heart-shaped little buns sticking up on her head, a Rabbit Lantern in one little hand, and two sugar figurines in the other, she tilts her head back as if looking at the starry sky.