Chapter 416 - 261: Overestimating Oneself
Chapter 416: Chapter 261: Overestimating Oneself
In terms of Martial Arts Cultivation, she was no match for him.
As for Poisoning or using poisonous Gu, it would be almost completely useless against a Medical Saint Hand.
’Or maybe use her status in the White Tiger Guard to pressure him?’
Not only would it be ineffective, it would invite his retaliation.
Besides, the Pavilion Master himself had ordered Liu Wu to be invited into the White Tiger Guard. Who knew what rank he would be given?
Iron Banner Officer, Silver Banner Officer, or Golden Banner Officer?
Any of them were possible.
Unless Lou Yuxue’s head had been kicked by a donkey, there was no way she would do something so foolish.
Cui Qingwu said, "This won’t work, that won’t work. Do you still want that grain or not?"
"That’s a separate matter."
"You..."
Just then, Huan’er, who was driving the carriage, knocked on the carriage wall.
"Miss, we’ve arrived at Tingyu Pavilion."
Hearing this, Cui Qingwu swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue, sat up, and said, "You can go."
They were too close to Tingyu Pavilion.
She didn’t want to ruin her image in Chen Yunfan’s eyes over someone so insignificant.
Lou Yuxue, unaware of Cui Qingwu’s thoughts, got up and stepped out of the carriage. She straightened her clothes, leaped down, and vanished into the rainy night.
Huan’er watched her go, saying with some displeasure, "Miss, that woman is truly tactless."
Cui Qingwu hummed in agreement and lifted a corner of the curtain to look out.
"Later, inform Uncle Zhao to keep an eye on any movements from Bright Moon Building."
Although the reason Lou Yuxue gave was very reasonable, she remained skeptical.
After thinking it over, she decided to give one more instruction.
Huan’er agreed and drove the carriage into Tingyu Pavilion.
As they passed through the central courtyard, Cui Qingwu listened closely, and a slight smile appeared on her face.
"Stop the carriage."
"Miss?"
"It’s so late, and Brother Yunfan is still in his Cultivation. I’m going to go take a look."
"Yes..."
Holding an umbrella, Cui Qingwu gracefully walked into the Martial Arts Arena. She immediately saw Chen Yunfan cultivating in the rain, with Chun Ying and others standing nearby.
"Brother Yunfan, how long have you been cultivating?"
Ning Yu and Niu Mountain bowed but did not reply.
Chun Ying stepped forward, curtsied, and replied, "Miss Cui, the Young Master has been cultivating ever since he returned from the Governor’s Office."
"Six hours?"
Cui Qingwu recalled for a moment. When she left earlier, Chen Yunfan was already cultivating.
’By now, he must have been cultivating for a continuous six hours.’
With this thought, she instructed, "Chun Ying, please prepare a bowl of ginger tea for Brother Yunfan to warm him up."
Chun Ying hesitated for a moment before nodding and turning to leave.
Ning Yu glanced over, a strange expression on his face.
’If I remember correctly, Chun Ying already made ginger tea earlier.’
Beside him, Niu Mountain had the same doubt. "Brother Ning, just now..."
Before he could finish, Ning Yu clamped a hand over his mouth. "Just watch the Young Master practice his swordplay and learn something."
’It’s a good thing Miss Cui is here, or I’d really teach Niu Mountain a lesson.’
Not long after, Chun Ying returned with the ginger tea. Cui Qingwu took it and called out to Chen Yunfan with a smile:
"Brother Yunfan, it’s already past one in the morning. Why don’t you take a break?"
Chen Yunfan’s form paused for a moment. With a wave of his hand, he sent out a flash of sword light, splitting the curtain of rain.
CRACK.
A steel-stone on the Martial Arts Arena snapped in two.
Seeing this, Cui Qingwu smiled in praise. "Brother Yunfan, your Sword Dao is progressing at an incredible speed! I’m sure you’ll break through to the Realm of Perfection soon."
"Perfection?"
Chen Yunfan sheathed his sword, pursed his lips, and said, "I’m still a long way off."
’It was obvious. Chen Yi reached the Spear Dao Perfection Realm ages ago.’
’After so much time has passed, his strength must be even greater now.’
Cui Qingwu didn’t understand why he was in such a hurry. After a moment’s thought, she picked up a towel and walked over to him.
"Wipe yourself off, then drink this ginger tea."
Chen Yunfan didn’t refuse. He took the towel and wiped the rain and sweat from his face.
As he drank the ginger tea, he asked casually, "Just get back?"
Cui Qingwu smiled and said, "The new batch of Lang Wine at Yunqing Building was being bottled, so I went to have a look."
Chen Yunfan gave a noncommittal nod. "It’s late. You should get some rest."
"Alright."
After Cui Qingwu left, Chen Yunfan washed up, leaned back on his bed, and called for Chun Ying.
"Has there been a reply?"
"I was just about to report to you, Young Master. The White-robed Minister has already sent the letter to the Western Buddha Country. We estimate a reply should arrive in a few days."
"Oh," Chen Yunfan murmured. He picked up a book and asked idly,
"Has anything been happening in the city lately?"
Chun Ying thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Not much to report."
"Ever since Liu Wu and Liu Lang killed those horse bandits from Poshisu Country, the Government Office has been searching the Prefecture City. So far, they haven’t made any progress."
"It would be a miracle if those good-for-nothings could find anyone."
Chen Yunfan muttered as he read his book, "So what if they do find him?"
"Can they even beat him?"
"A Spearman at the Perfection Realm of Martial Arts... how could they possibly deal with him?"
’Hmph, the only one who can take down Brother Yi is me!’
Chun Ying looked at the expression on his face and felt that something was a little odd.
But after thinking about it carefully, she couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, so she continued speaking:
"Young Master, you should also rest soon."
"First thing tomorrow morning, Lord Yang has invited you to his residence for a meeting."
Chen Yunfan put down his book and mused, "Speaking of which, I really can’t figure out his reason for inviting me this time."
"Young Master, have you forgotten? The Annual Examination."
"The Annual Examination?"
"Yes. I heard that a few days ago, Mr. Yue Ming specifically went to Lord Yang to make a suggestion regarding the new rules for the Annual Examination."
"I suspect he’s asking you to go, Young Master, to discuss this matter."
A look of realization dawned on Chen Yunfan’s face. "So that’s why."
"For that Academic Administrator to petition the Holy Emperor to change the new rules, he must have had Liu Hong’s approval."
"Old Yang probably fears that if he brings it up himself, he’ll anger Liu Hong, so he wants me to be the one to stick my neck out."
Chun Ying nodded. "Young Master, what do you plan to do?"
"I’ll agree, of course."