Chapter 116 Gossiping

"Junior Sister!" Lin Yujin exclaimed the loudest, eagerly rushing over to stuff a pastry into her mouth. "Try it, Junior Brother specially bought you this snail rice noodle flavored pastry!"

"Hoo."

Wu Miao didn't leave. He leaned against the wall, watching Jiang Xianwan surrounded by a group of chattering disciples, lost in thought.

Lin Qingran walked over and asked, "Master, was she ever in the Eternal Sect?"

Things took an unexpected turn; she never imagined that Jiang Xianwan would be the first to arrive.

So, is it because of Jiang Xianwan's existence that Wu Miao's goodwill towards her never increased but instead waned?

Lin Qingran was out of breath and could barely stand.

Although she doesn't have to rely entirely on the beauty encyclopedia and can use other methods, the protagonist's halo that should have belonged to her was stolen by someone who appeared out of nowhere. How could she sit still?

Jiang Xianwan is indeed a variable!

"Hmm." Wu Miao gave a vague hum, unaware of the fleeting hatred in her eyes, her gaze remaining fixed on Jiang Xianwan.

Three young men dressed in the same blue robes as her stood behind her.

Even Pei Chang'an and the disciples of the Northern Frontier Brahma Sound Sect and the Bright Sun Sect couldn't resist the excitement and curiously gathered around.

Wu Miao suddenly chuckled softly.

He always knew that Jiang Xianwan was a dazzling pearl who would one day shine brightly.

Instead of doing a...

The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by sadness.

Those days must be the time Jiang Xianwan least wants to remember.

He threatened a girl with no cultivation and no support, turning her into a furnace that could be summoned and dismissed at will.

Even though Junior Uncle has a noble status.

Even if he gives more spirit stones to make up for it.

Jiang Xianwan disliked him, disliked the Eternal Sect, disliked the Northern Border, and disliked... her junior uncle.

His words were implied as a way of distancing himself from the Eternal Sect.

Wu Miao turned her gaze, her eyes revealing a hint of something unfathomable. "Qing Ran, the North and South have always been on good terms. You have acted inappropriately before. With the Xuan Gu Tournament approaching, you should spend more time with them."

I used to think she was gentle and obedient, but I never imagined that after going on a long trip, she would do something so reckless.

He took Lin Qingran as his disciple out of personal motives.

A furnace-cauldron physique, a heavenly-grade water spirit root—how much like that girl who silently walked away alone.

Jiang Xianwan left without looking back... What was she thinking?

I don't want a helpless young girl to leave alone because she feels insecure.

He was never a hesitant or indecisive person, and he would never act out of pity or compassion to become the sect leader.

Unbeknownst to Jiang Xianwan, a year had passed, and he had managed to open a channel in his territory.

If time could turn back...

Wu Miao remained silent, but she could not hide the sadness in her eyes.

Time cannot be reversed; Jiang Xianwan is moving forward.

The future is bright and promising.

Lin Qingran's smile was stiff, but she still respectfully lowered her eyes and said, "Yes."

She will definitely get along well with them, especially with Jiang Xianwan.

On one side of the hall, in just one hour, Jiang Xianwan won decisively once again. Amidst the enthusiastic urging and cheering of his close associates, Jiang Xianwan waved his hand generously.

"Alright, I, Jiang Xianwan, will pay for everyone's expenses tonight!"

Xiu Yan was the loudest, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Shopkeeper! I want the whole recipe book!"

He'll stuff himself to death today!

We have to make our money back, even if it means overeating!

Lin Yujin elbowed him, "Do you have any shame?!"

The noise was so loud it almost lifted the roof off.

Pei Chang'an had been watching quietly for an hour. Seeing a group of people laughing and joking, putting their arms around each other and sharing seats, he pursed his lips, silently got up and left.

Jiang Xianwan raised her hand, "Hey, um, Senior Brother Pei, aren't you guys eating?"

She's not a petty person.

Besides, apart from the countless group fights she got into with the disciples of the Eternal Sect because of selling books, Pei Chang'an and the cultivators from the other two sects hadn't done anything to her.

Pei Chang'an was taken aback, then pointed to the tip of his nose, "You, are you talking to me?"

"Otherwise, there are several Senior Brother Peis here."

Xiu Yan took a step forward and pulled the nearest disciple of the Brahma Sound Sect to him. "She's won so much that her mustard seed pouch is bulging. Why not take advantage of her?"

Young men and women always get along very easily. A female disciple from the Northern Mingyang Sect pulled Lin Qingran, who seemed to be lost in thought, to sit down.

Pei Chang'an felt as if he had suddenly relaxed from head to toe. His eyes softened, and he smiled and said, "Eat. It's Jiang Junior Sister's treat, so of course I'll eat."

The disciples of the six sects took their seats, their colorful robes mingling together, exuding an ethereal aura that was pleasing to the eye.

Su Qingliu and the others were initially worried that Lin Qingran's presence would bring them bad luck, but surprisingly nothing happened...

Well?

The two disciples sitting next to Lin Qingran kept dropping their chopsticks and breaking their spoons, or the plates were tilted when the food was served, but it didn't have much of an impact.

Upstairs, a group of sect leaders and elders watched this rare scene of harmony and joy, and could only sigh with emotion.

The north and south borders appear to be at peace on the surface.

But there has never been a time when we were so humble, harmonious, and loving.

In the past, these exceptionally talented disciples all looked down on each other, putting on airs whenever they met.

Wu Miao gazed at this scene, feeling utterly bewildered. He closed his eyes briefly, but a lingering sadness remained within them.

The sect leader of Daoming Sect rubbed his hands together. "Well, how about we set up two tables as well?"

Since someone else is paying, why not eat it?

He... had no money for food!

Xu Yanzhou: "..." That works too.

The time has come to demonstrate their immense strength.

He gestured for them to enter, saying, "Gentlemen, please."

Anyway, he doesn't have to pay.

Jiang Xianwan looked at the six high-ranking members of the sect who were sitting at two tables, his face contorted and his eyes filled with resentment.

Are you high-ranking leaders here to freeload?

Also, why is her sect leader acting like a host?

Could it be... that the sect leader is treating us to this meal?

After finishing their meal, Jiang Xianwan was about to leave when Xu Yanzhou grabbed her by the collar and dragged her in front of the shopkeeper.

The latter clutched his chest, looking pained.

After calculating, I ended up losing two thousand!

"I will never play mahjong again!"

You have to treat us if you win!

After much painful reflection, Jiang Xianwan paid the bill, ruthlessly refused everyone's invitation to continue playing mahjong, and went into her room, shutting herself in. No matter who called her, she would shut them down with the word "cultivation."

Of course, those who thought they should be diligently cultivating, afraid of losing to the other two realm disciples, gathered in the courtyard and continued playing mahjong all night after she left.

While cracking sunflower seeds, their faces flushed, they chatted with great excitement.

He Weiyu: "Three! Have you heard? Sirius King's son was stripped naked on the black market."

Xiu Yan: "Bang! He even threw a tantrum and demanded an explanation from the two realms. Hilarious."

"He has the nerve to ask for an explanation. He's not as skilled as others, he can't even hold onto a mustard seed bag, yet he dares to participate in the Xuan Gu Competition. He's a chosen little good-for-nothing."

"Stroke! I heard that they had a high-level magic weapon in their mustard seed bag that they had bought for an astonishing 80 million. Now they've lost everything. Before they could even warm up to it, they don't even have a place to stay. They were kicked out of the inn and have to go to the black market to fight in a tournament."