"Ah?" Chu Chuyan's breath hitched, as if she had returned to the fear of being dominated when she first started learning the technique. Clearly, copying the "Ice Heart Manual" was not a pleasant memory.
She sat down next to Yan Xuehen and whispered, "I saw that Master has been preoccupied lately, so I deliberately said something to ease Master's worries."
"Is this the kind of thing you use to share your worries?" Yan Xuehen glared at her, feeling helpless as well.
In the past, she could have asserted her authority as a master and given her a good scolding.
But something feels off now. First, I sensed something was off about the other person, and second, I was thinking about the future…
Chu Chuyan is already engaged, and I, as her master, might even have to serve her tea. What kind of situation is this?!
Yan Xuehen shuddered, a blush flashing across her skin. What was she thinking? How could she possibly have any further involvement with that guy!
Whether she was angry at Zu An or at herself, she abruptly stood up and said coldly, "One hundred times, not a single time less!"
After saying that, he didn't give Chu Chuyan a chance to act cute anymore and turned to leave.
Only Chu Chuyan remained standing there, bewildered in the wind. Sigh, she used to teach Xue'er not to gossip so easily, but now that it's her turn, she can't remember.
...
Meanwhile, Zu'an and his group were drinking tea and resting in the Reception Hall when suddenly a thought struck them. Looking up, they saw a middle-aged man in a long robe land on the square in front of the hall and then walk steadily toward them.
Even if Zu An was narcissistic, he had to admit that this man's charm and demeanor had captivated countless female cultivators in his youth. Now, with a few strands of white hair at his temples, he did not look old at all. On the contrary, it made him look exceptionally elegant and exuded mature charm. Just look at the young female disciples of the Nine Sects in the square who were holding their hearts in their hands, their eyes sparkling with hearts, looking like they were about to faint.
This guy is incredibly handsome, almost as good-looking as me.
"Gentlemen, you have come from afar. I am sorry for not greeting you properly. Please forgive any shortcomings in my welcome." Wang Wuxie cupped his hands to Zhang Zijiang after entering. Among this group of people, his armor was the brightest, and his cultivation level seemed to be the highest. I subconsciously thought that he was the leader.
“Zhang Zijiang, deputy general of the Imperial Guard, greets the Grand Preceptor!” Zhang Zijiang was also a little embarrassed and hurriedly introduced Zu An, who was standing next to him, “This is Lord Shen, General Zu of the Imperial Guard, the leader in charge of this trip.”
Wang Wuxie was taken aback, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he looked at Zu An. He had actually misjudged him.
Previously, he showed no signs of vital energy and looked young like a pretty boy; little did anyone know he was the one in charge.
"So it's Lord Zu! You truly are a young hero, worthy of my admiration!" Wang Wuxie, accustomed to all sorts of trials and tribulations, showed no embarrassment whatsoever. He exchanged pleasantries with Zu An naturally, without revealing any hint of disdain.
"You're too kind, Imperial Preceptor," Zu An returned the greeting. "We've come here on His Majesty's orders to repair the palaces on Purple Mountain..."
After speaking, he took out the imperial edict and read it aloud. Of course, he wasn't so stubborn as to insist that the Imperial Preceptor kneel to receive the edict. Fortunately, Wang Wuxie's demeanor was respectful from beginning to end, so both sides managed to save face.
"Thank you for your great favor, Your Majesty..." Wang Wuxie said some polite words towards the direction of the capital.
Zuan was somewhat impressed; this handsome old man truly possessed an air of otherworldly elegance, even when flattering others, he managed to exude such a refined and dignified air.
In comparison, Zhang Zijiang still has a lot to learn.
Many disciples from various sects gathered outside, curious about what kind of important figure could receive a personal audience with Wang Wuxie. They knew that many sect leaders had come before, but he had never come out to greet them personally.
When they found out he was just a young man, they were immediately disappointed.
Especially that young man, he looked quite ordinary. Apart from being taller, more handsome, and seemingly richer, he wasn't much better in other aspects.
In particular, there was no trace of any energy fluctuation on his body; he was just like an ordinary person.
Of course, this was only the men's opinion; many of the female cultivators, however, had their eyes sparkling.
"Look, what a handsome young man!"
"She just looks a bit delicate."
"What do you know? This guy is way more handsome than those muscle-bound shrimp men. I really want to hold him in my arms and protect him."
...
The surrounding male cultivators: "???"
Anger points from xxx: +444 +444 +444...
Seeing another large amount of anger points pop up in the backend, Zuan was also helpless. It's not my fault that I'm handsome and attract girls, is it?
He glanced at the disciples outside and tentatively said to Wang Wuxie, "It seems quite lively on this mountain, Grand Preceptor."
Wang Wuxie smiled slightly: "Recently, the nine sects of Taoism are holding the once-in-a-decade Taoism Grand Competition, so there are more people than usual."
"The Taoist Grand Competition, huh? But this might make it inconvenient for us to repair the temples..." Zu An thought to himself, "This guy didn't hide anything from me. I wonder if he's just being honest or if he's taking it for granted."
“It’s alright. The main venue for the Daoist Grand Competition is on the Golden Summit. You can continue to repair other places as usual. By the time the repairs are almost finished, the Daoist Grand Competition should be over, and then you can go to the Golden Summit to repair the rest,” Wang Wuxie replied.
"I wonder how long this grand competition will last?" Zu An asked.
"It will take about half a month, but the exact time is uncertain and depends on the final competition." Wang Wuxie smiled. "Since Lord Zu is so interested in the competition, why not serve as a judge and watch the competition live? The leaders and elders of various sects will be present, and for the sake of fairness, I have specially invited some highly respected seniors from the martial arts world to be witnesses."
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