Chapter 691 - 691 Original text 47 Distinguished Guest After modification
691: Original text: Chapter 47 Distinguished Guest After modification: 691: Original text: Chapter 47 Distinguished Guest After modification: At the base of Pure White Mountain, the mist swirled thickly.
Lu Yuzhen lay on a long bench made of white paper, as a graceful woman behind him leaned down to massage his shoulders.
Her long hair cascaded down like willow leaves, brushing his face, while her pale hands kneaded his shoulders gently yet firmly.
Not far away, another woman sat poised, her delicate fingers plucking a zither, producing a melodious tune.
The scene resembled a fairyland.
“Lord Dao Master, is the pressure just right?”
Chi Wu asked softly.
“A bit harder.”
Lu Yuzhen paused, revealing a satisfied smile.
“When it comes to massages…
it has to be Miss Wu.”
But in the next moment,
The harmonious scene was shattered by the loud crack of thunder, disturbing the tranquility.
“Lord Dao Master——”
The silhouette of Jing San appeared at the edge of the mist, his voice echoing at the mountain’s foot: “The ‘visitor’ has arrived.”
“They came so quickly?”
Chi Wu did not stop her movements, a hint of grievance in her tone: “They sure know how to pick their moments…
My sixth sister and I just started.”
Jing San was a bit at a loss, so he could only smile wryly.
“Don’t be upset, don’t be upset.”
Lu Yuzhen extended his hand, gently patting the fair hand on his shoulder.
He turned his head to gaze at the other woman who had stopped playing the zither and smiled, saying: “It has indeed been a busy season lately…
Wait for me a moment.”
“Last time you said that…”
Chi Wu said gloomily: “You made us wait nearly half a year.”
Last time was the same.
The Dao Master left hastily, leaving only a sentence “Wait for me a moment,” and then disappeared without a trace for several months…
When he returned, he brought back Chu Man and the unlikable ‘Dao Jiu’.
Lu Yuzhen just smiled.
He stood up and patted Chi Wu’s head dotingly.
White paper scattered.
When his form reassembled, he was at the entrance of the Pure White Mountain Realm.
With hands clasped behind his back, Lu Yuzhen’s face still bore his perennial smile, though his eyes carried different emotions.
He looked at Chi Wu, at Jing San, at the ‘people’ in the Pure White Mountain, with eyes full of pity and affection.
But when he looked at the visitor Yan Xie.
There was only indifference in his smiling eyes.
Two hundred-foot-tall white stone pillars rose, forming a towering boundary gate.
Beneath the gate, the white paper condensed into Lu Yuzhen’s paper avatar, on the opposite side was pitch black.
When Yan Xie’s Divine Thought formed an ink line that reached the end, a large shadow emerged from the ground, spreading ink stains.
The black feather cloak on Yan Xie’s shoulders and the white paper fluttered together.
Leaning on a cane, his tone was harsh and cold: “You must already be aware of what transpired today at the Pure White Mountain Realm?”
Lu Yuzhen merely smiled.
“With Paperman Sect’s spies all over South Border, you must have heard the latest from Great Chu too…”
Yan Xie spoke with restrained anger: “Because of your treasure’s private conflict, Xie Zhen saw through the ‘Paperman Technique’.
The demon-suppressing operation will at least be delayed by three days!”
“I did hear about it, why so angry?”
Lu Yuzhen shrugged, showing a regretful expression as if to say, “I don’t want this either.”
But Yan Xie could tell.
Lu Yuzhen didn’t actually care.
“This matter cannot be delayed.”
Yan Xie took a deep breath and said, “In three days, if Great Chu really sends a second Yang God into the border, how will the Pure White Mountain handle it?”
“That sounds quite scary…”
“If Qin Ancestor comes personally, it would indeed be very troublesome…”
Lu Yuzhen rubbed his chin, thought for a moment: “How about we just don’t fight?”
Yan Xie was choked by this remark.
Lu Yuzhen deliberately smiled: “At that time, I could just take my ragtag troops and return triumphantly, leaving Pure White Mountain to you all.
Wouldn’t that be grand?”
“…You!”
Black lines appeared on Yan Xie’s forehead, he said angrily: “The Imperial City is already prepared, the battle at South Border must be fierce enough…
If you really dare, the Grandmaster won’t spare you!”
“Alright, alright, just kidding.”
Lu Yuzhen restrained his smile, gazing into the distance, and said softly: “Don’t worry, this variable is nothing, everything is within the plan.”
Yan Xie frowned slightly.
Today’s variable was Lu Yuzhen’s doing?
He didn’t quite understand.
“If you want to know the reason…
you’ll have to wait a bit longer.”
Lu Yuzhen’s voice was low: “The person is almost here.”
Yan Xie had sensed the subtle atmosphere.
The area around the boundary pillar of Pure White Mountain Realm was cloaked by powerful Divine Thought, harmonious and complete, forming a world of its own.
At this moment, white paper fluttered in the air.
Lu Yuzhen stood under the boundary pillar, arms folded in his sleeves, his expression solemn, as if waiting for some guest.
Tonight.
He had sent a message, informing the mountain gate’s patrols “Jing San,” “Mo Si,” “Xiang Ba,” that a visitor was coming.
But the real esteemed guest Lu Yuzhen was waiting for.
Was not Yan Xie.
“…They are here.”
Lu Yuzhen raised an eyebrow slightly.
The boundary pillar’s barrier was torn apart by a golden light, and the dazzling brilliance made the entire boundary pillar gate shine.
Black and white faded at this moment.
A dragon’s roar sounded.
Yan Xie turned around, looking somewhat shocked…
Eight dragon horses stepped out of the golden light, pulling a radiant golden carriage, cascading streamers of light forming canopies, with such grand and magnificent air that it nearly suffocated people.
These dragon horses, with golden dragon scales and such noble bearing.
Yan Xie had only seen them in the Great Chu Imperial City…
At this moment, the identity of the carriage’s owner was self-evident.
The golden light enveloping the boundary gate gradually receded, finally consolidating on the carriage, forming a natural barrier.
A slim and dignified figure sat in the carriage, the figure was there, but the person’s face was not visible.
Even so,
One could still feel the youth and sharpness of the carriage’s owner, an almost overwhelming aura ready to burst forth.
Yan Xie took a deep breath, tightly gripping his cane, barely stabilizing himself under the pressure of the golden carriage.
He stared at the carriage for a moment, then at the gradually healing space rift behind it.
Yan Xie found it utterly ridiculous.
Such a person dared to travel alone to a place like Pure White Mountain and without any Protector!
The golden light faded away.
The dragon horses’ neighing gradually quieted.
The entire entrance of Pure White Mountain Realm, though enveloped in golden light, emanated a faint chill.
“…”
The “young grand figure” in the carriage remained silent, slowly turning his head, his gaze shifted from Yan Xie to Lu Yuzhen.
The whole world fell silent.
But sometimes, even without words, one could sense displeasure.
This look said it all.
Why was there an extra person at the gate tonight?
Who had the qualifications to join this meeting?
“Don’t be upset, don’t be upset——”
“Allow me to introduce!”
After exchanging a glance with the carriage owner, Lu Yuzhen quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Yan Xie, as if they were old friends.
Lord Lu said with a smile: “This…
is the man soon to succeed Yan Xin as the next ‘State Preceptor’ of Great Chu.”
“…Oh?”
A voice finally came from the carriage.
Its owner chuckled in surprise, then earnestly examined Yan Xie.
Despite being shrouded in golden light, his youthful face revealed a hint of amusement.
It was well-known that the current head of the Book Tower in Great Chu was Chen Jingxuan.
Especially after the rebellion in Qing State.
Chen Jingxuan inflicted a heavy blow on the Erosion Sun Swamp’s spy network, killing the Sea Surfing King and making great contributions.
If memory serves.
In a few days, it would be time for the State Preceptor of the Great Chu Dynasty to be replaced.
The whole world said the next State Preceptor would be Chen Jingxuan.
But Lu Yuzhen had a different opinion.
“Interesting.”
The carriage owner looked at Yan Xie.
He recognized the man before him, an infamous but notorious traitor expelled from Longevity House…
well-known but with a bad reputation.
Some fragmented pieces and overlooked information began piecing together in his mind.
He vaguely understood why Lu Yuzhen had said what he did.
“Congratulations…”
The carriage owner extended his hand, his voice warm and strong, as if confirming a fact: “The future State Preceptor of Great Chu.”
“…”
Yan Xie looked at Lu Yuzhen with a strange expression.
How did this meeting turn out this way?
He hesitated for a moment, slowly reaching out to shake hands with the carriage owner.
But before they touched,
The carriage owner withdrew his hand.
“Our identities are sensitive, no need to force formalities, some things are best understood without words…”
The carriage owner smiled and said: “Since we’ve met here, I hope we can become friends going forward.”
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(PS: There’s more tonight.)