Chapter 44 Ignore Unrelated People
A sly glint flashed in Gu Yunqing's eyes, like a cat that had discovered a new toy.
After regaining his memories, his perspective on Jun Xiangbei was completely different.
This is no longer just someone who is interesting to tease while suffering from amnesia, but the original protagonist who can be used in reality.
On the relatively safe "stage" of the illusion, he can "observe" and "interact" more unrestrainedly.
Thinking of this, Gu Yunqing's smile became even more genuine, carrying a secret joy.
Just then, Jun Xiangbei returned after finishing his business.
He immediately spotted Gu Yunqing, who was chatting happily with the ethereal disciple of the Star Gazing Pavilion.
For some reason, seeing Gu Yunqing give another man such a bright and natural smile, Jun Xiangbei felt a faint sense of unease.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he didn't stop walking. He went straight to Gu Yunqing's side, his gaze sweeping lightly over "Zhuge Jin" before settling on Gu Yunqing. His voice was devoid of emotion: "Didn't I tell you to wait in the courtyard?"
Compared to his usual cool tone, there seemed to be a hint of... dissatisfaction in his voice?
Gu Yunqing keenly noticed this slight change and was overjoyed.
Oh, you're already jealous?
Although it may just be a subconscious territorial instinct at play, it's still quite interesting.
He immediately turned around, his face instantly switching back to that completely dependent and obedient look, even with a hint of panic at being "caught."
Gu Yunqing naturally leaned closer to Jun Xiangbei and said softly, "Master, you're back? I was just walking around in the courtyard when I happened to run into this senior brother from the Star Gazing Pavilion. We chatted about astrology for a bit and found it quite mysterious."
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Jun Xiangbei's expression and saw that his furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but the barely perceptible low pressure had not completely dissipated.
Upon seeing this, Zhuge Jin nodded slightly to Jun Xiangbei as a greeting: "Fellow Daoist Jun."
He then said no more and left with the disciples of the Star Gazing Pavilion, as if his conversation with Gu Yunqing was just a coincidence.
Jun Xiangbei's gaze lingered for a moment on the departing figure of "Zhuge Jin" before returning to Gu Yunqing.
"The art of astrology is obscure and profound, beyond your current comprehension. Don't be overly ambitious." His tone returned to its usual instructive manner, but that subtle sense of unease did not escape Gu Yunqing's notice.
"I understand, Master." Gu Yunqing replied readily, a sweet smile on her face, but she was even happier inside.
The seemingly congenial conversation with Zhuge Jin ended naturally after Jun Xiangbei intervened.
Gu Yunqing obediently followed Jun Xiangbei back to the arranged guest room, continuing to play the role of a "good disciple" who was very dependent on her master. However, the occasional glances she gave Jun Xiangbei's profile revealed a hint of inquiry and amusement.
The following day, before the Grand Prix of Talents had officially opened, Tian Shu City was already teeming with people. The various restaurants and exchange venues were bustling with activity, becoming places for young talents from different factions to test each other, make friends, or provoke each other.
As the senior disciple of the Sword Sect, Jun Xiangbei inevitably had to represent the sect in some necessary social interactions, and Gu Yunqing was naturally brought along by him.
On the terrace of a rather elegant restaurant, disciples from several sects were exchanging pleasantries.
Gu Yunqing stood obediently a little behind Jun Xiangbei, his gaze seemingly lowered docilely, but in reality, he had already taken in his surroundings. Then, he saw a "familiar face".
A figure parted the crowd and walked gracefully towards them.
The newcomer was dressed in a scarlet gauze dress, her clothes fluttering in the breeze, and her movements carried a sweet and alluring fragrance.
He was extremely beautiful, with a kind of androgynous beauty. His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and his gaze seemed to have hooks as it moved. His lips were full and red, with a smile playing at the corners.
He was Su Meichuan, one of the most outstanding disciples of the Hehuan Sect in this generation.
Gu Yunqing immediately felt a sense of unease—or rather, she felt a surge of interest in watching the drama unfold.
Su Meichuan, a user of the charm ability, is Jun Xiangbei's teammate in reality.
It seems that in this illusion, he is still playing his old role, apparently a disciple of the Hehuan Sect.
The live stream chat was flooded with comments:
"Su Meiren has appeared, and he's still as handsome as ever."
"This outfit, this demeanor, you can tell at a glance that he's from the Hehuan Sect."
"He's here for Jun Xiangbei, isn't he?"
"Definitely. Although the illusion will cause them to lose their memory, subconsciously they will probably feel familiar with Jun Xiangbei."
Su Meichuan had a clear goal, and he walked straight toward Jun Xiangbei, who had the coldest and most conspicuous demeanor in the crowd.
Before they even got close, the unique and alluring fragrance had already begun to waft through the air, causing the eyes of several younger disciples with weaker willpower to become fixed on it.
"This must be Fellow Daoist Jun of the Sword Sect?" Su Meichuan's voice had a strange magnetism, charming and alluring. His eyes were sparkling like spring water.
"I have long admired your superb swordsmanship and outstanding demeanor, and seeing you today, I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved." He bowed slightly, revealing a section of his fair and graceful neck, striking a perfect pose.
If it were an ordinary man, being approached by such a stunning beauty, even if he wasn't tempted, he would inevitably take a second look.
However, Jun Xiangbei's reaction was indifferent to the point of being cold.
He didn't even glance at Su Meichuan, only nodding slightly out of politeness as a response.
Immediately, Jun Xiangbei's gaze passed over him and landed on... Gu Yunqing, who was looking down, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress a laugh.
Jun Xiangbei's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
What's this apprentice up to now?
Su Meichuan clearly hadn't expected this reaction.
He had always been very confident in his charm, but now he had met with a lukewarm response from Jun Xiangbei, which left him somewhat surprised and resentful.
His eyes flashed, and he was about to take it a step further and unleash an even more exquisite charm...
Just then, Gu Yunqing moved.
He seemed to be "attracted" by the fragrance, or "shocked" by Su Meichuan's "charm," and carefully took a small step forward, extending two fingers to gently tug at Jun Xiangbei's sleeve.
Gu Yunqing looked up at Jun Xiangbei with her eyes, which were even more lively after her memories were restored. Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the people around her to hear, and it was full of "curiosity" and "naivety".
"Master, that sister... uh, senior brother? The fragrance on her body is so unique, it makes me a little dizzy... Is it some kind of special cultivation technique? Or is it just her natural body fragrance?"
"Sister...Senior Brother?"
The viewers in Gu Yunqing's live stream burst into laughter:
"Pfft—Gu Yunqing, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"'It makes me dizzy', hahaha, are you saying that Su Meiren's seductive skills are inferior?"
"Since it's both an older sister and a senior brother, please provide an accurate gender."
"There is no obligation to inform."
In an instant, the atmosphere on the terrace became somewhat eerie.
Su Meichuan's flawless smile froze on her face, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.
Although he was a disciple of the Hehuan Sect and his appearance was androgynous, he hated it most when others mistook him for a woman!
Moreover, Gu Yunqing's seemingly innocent question was clearly implying that he had used underhanded aphrodisiac methods.
Jun looked down at the "disciple" who was tugging at his sleeve.
The little guy had a look of "inquiry" on his face, his eyes as clear as the first snow, as if he really was just asking questions out of confusion.
But he clearly saw a sly glint in the depths of those eyes.
This little guy did it on purpose.
The impatience that had arisen in his heart due to Su Meichuan's approach and fragrance was inexplicably dispelled by Gu Yunqing's seemingly reckless but actually precise "interruption".
He even found it somewhat...amusing?
Jun Xiangbei glanced helplessly at Gu Yunqing, a hint of indulgence deep in his eyes that he himself was unaware of. He then looked up, his gaze sweeping calmly over Su Meichuan's unpleasant expression, and explained to Gu Yunqing in his usual cold tone:
"These are just unorthodox methods that mislead people's minds. With concentration and calmness, one can resist them."
He did not directly answer whether it was a cultivation technique or body fragrance, but the assessment of it as "heretical" and "bewitching" was already negative.
The detachment and indifference in his tone contrasted sharply with the patience he showed when explaining things to Gu Yunqing.
The people in Gu Yunqing's live stream were always eager for a good show.
"Hilarious! Su Meiren's captain is officially certified: unorthodox and unorthodox."
Su Meichuan's face turned green.
"Once their memories return and the God of War recalls this, how will we explain it?"
"Laughing, Su Meiren will probably make a scene by then."
Su Meichuan was completely humiliated.
Not only was his prized charm ineffective against Jun Xiangbei, but he was also ridiculed to his face by a seemingly inexperienced young disciple of the Sword Sect.
He even received the label of "unorthodox" from Jun Xiangbei, which was an utter disgrace.
He glared at Gu Yunqing, only to find that she was shrinking behind Jun Xiangbei in fear, only showing half her face with timid eyes, as if she had been frightened by him.
Su Meichuan almost ground her teeth to powder, but due to the occasion and Jun Xiangbei's presence, she couldn't lash out. She could only force a twisted smile and say dryly, "Since Fellow Daoist Jun has something to attend to, then I won't disturb you any longer."
Having said that, he turned and left almost as if fleeing in disarray, his back view exuding a sense of sullenness.
Jun Xiangbei withdrew his gaze and turned it back to Gu Yunqing.
The little guy peeked out from behind him, and after confirming that the "danger" was over, he patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at him with a slightly smug smile:
“Master, that senior brother’s eyes are so scary. It’s safest to be by your side, Master.”
Seeing his "lingering fear" yet completely trusting expression, Jun Xiangbei's displeasure caused by Zhuge Jin, which he himself had not clearly realized, completely vanished at this moment.
Instead, there is an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Just like... a kitten you carefully protect, which may occasionally scratch you with its little claws, but ultimately it depends on you.
This feeling is unfamiliar, but it's not unpleasant.
Jun Xiangbei didn't even bother to think deeply about whether Gu Yunqing's words just now had ulterior motives.
He simply felt that this troublesome "apprentice," though a bit of a nuisance, was much more pleasing to the eye than those outsiders with their own agendas.
"Hmm." Jun Xiangbei responded lightly, raised his hand, and this time without much hesitation, gently brushed away a petal that had fallen on Gu Yunqing's hair, the movement natural.
"Don't pay attention to irrelevant people."
The viewers in Gu Yunqing's live stream turned into screaming chickens:
"He brushed the flower petals! He touched him on his own initiative!"
"Jun Xiangbei, you're completely hopeless!"
Su Meichuan: So I'm just part of your game?
Gu Yunqing felt the gentle touch of her hair, looked at her clear reflection in Jun Xiangbei's cold eyes, and smiled slightly.
He nodded obediently: "I understand, Master. I will follow you closely and ignore everyone else."
Jun Xiangbei looked at his confident expression, and the corners of his lips curved almost imperceptibly, a very faint arc, like the glimmer of light when ice and snow first melt, fleeting in an instant.
"Let's go, to the next place." He turned around, his clothes brushing against the dust.
Gu Yunqing quickly followed, her steps light and brisk. Looking at the aloof and upright figure in front of her, the smile in her eyes almost overflowed.
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