Chapter 584: You Be the Senior Brother
Chen Ping'an put away his talisman boat and landed on the city wall.
Zuo You, intentionally or unintentionally, restrained his sword aura.
Thus, the two were no more than ten paces apart.
Zuo You opened his eyes and gazed at the vast world beyond the city wall, asking a question, "Have you thought about things that are bound to happen?"
North of the Sword Qi Great Wall, the city whose foundations and secrets were bottomless gave off a sense of strict rules, yet it also seemed as if no rules existed at all.
There was a sword immortal who, during great battles, killed countless enemies, and in the intervals between battles, lived a life of debauchery like a mortal emperor, specifically commissioning a cross-continent ferry to traffic female Qi refiners from his own continent. Those who caught his eye were taken into his resplendent palace as maidservants; those who did not were beheaded directly by his flying sword—yet he still paid for them.
Another sword immortal preferred tending a few vegetable patches and an orchard, year after year, living the life of a farmer.
Another sword immortal enjoyed mingling in the marketplace, using illusion techniques, spending all year hanging around with ruffians in the back alleys.
There were scions of great clans who longed to leave the Sword Qi Great Wall and study at academies and institutions. There were also sons of wealthy families, licentious and unruly, capricious in mood, throwing money around by the thousands, and taking pleasure in torturing their servants.
The previous Confucian sage who took charge of the Sword Qi Great Wall was greatly angered by this, but the Old Sword Immortal Chen Qingdu only said, "Fight first, then talk."
That sage then fought three battles, winning two and losing one, and left the Sword Qi Great Wall in dejection, returning to the Haoran World. He had won against two native sword immortals and lost to the Hidden Officer.
The right and wrong of this matter were not as simple as imagined.
Even Zuo You, who only heard about it afterwards, understood the deadly schemes involved.
In worldly affairs, what is most frightening is having no stance, right and wrong blurring together. What is most frightening is only having a stance, dividing everything into black and white.
What Zuo You feared most were those clever people who believed that in the world there were only stances, no reasoning.
Chen Ping'an asked, "Is it near or far?"
Zuo You gathered his scattered thoughts and said, "The immediate matters over in the city, the matters right before us."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Senior Brother reminded me earlier, and I also know the atmosphere over in that city—no restraint in words or actions. So there will soon be undercurrents. In a few days, those idle rumors will gradually become clear. My four consecutive victories are one reason, my presence in the Ning Mansion is another, and my status as the Master's disciple and Senior Brother's junior brother is yet another. The reason it hasn't happened yet is that the Old Sword Immortal Dong took his men to Diezhang's tavern for drinks, which made many people who had already opened their mouths have to shut them again."
Zuo You said, "Only discuss the consequences."
Chen Ping'an said, "There are many people who are very afraid that the Ning Mansion incident will be revisited, so they are quite unwilling to see the relationship between the Ning Mansion and the Yao family return to harmony. With me here, the pure relationship between Ning Yao and Chen Sanqiu, Dong Huafu, and Yan Zhuo, in the eyes of some, becomes murky. What might have been inconsequential before now becomes something they are unwilling to accept. Perhaps we also need to add the Guo family. So the situation next will be very complicated. Guo Zhujiu will very likely be grounded at home soon. Because unpleasant words will soon reach the Guo family, for example, saying that the Guo family is quite skilled at 'warming a cold stove,' or that the Guo sword immortal is a good schemer, sending a little girl to build connections—fine tactics. No matter what is said, the result is only one: the Guo family will have to temporarily distance themselves from the Ning Mansion. After all, the Guo family is not just one matters of Sword Immortal Guo; there are over a hundred people in the household, all needing to maintain a foothold on the Sword Qi Great Wall."
These were still manageable. What Chen Ping'an feared were even more disgusting underhanded tactics. For example, a child in the back alleys near the tavern suddenly dying.
But for now, Chen Ping'an did not voice that.
Zuo You said, "Unless Chen Qingdu steps forward to help with the betrothal."
Chen Ping'an nodded.
Zuo You asked, "Why aren't you anxious?"
Chen Ping'an said, "I dare not and am unwilling to hurry the Old Sword Immortal. Besides, whether early or late, I have strategies to deal with it."
Zuo You continued, "How so?"
Chen Ping'an replied, "If it's just words, I won't bother with them, and I can't control them. But if they reach out with their hands, I have fists and a sword. If that's not enough, I'll borrow from Senior Brother."
Zuo You nodded, with a slight smile, "Not bad. I'm too lazy to ask about the specifics of your plan. Think it through yourself. Surprises on the Sword Qi Great Wall are often exceptionally simple and direct, but that makes them all the more unexpected."
"Do you know how many sword cultivators are currently on the Barbaric side honing their sword path at the Sword Qi Great Wall?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head, "This is top-secret intelligence; I don't know."
Zuo You smiled, "Then what do you know?"
Chen Ping'an said, "I only know the names and rough backgrounds of the fifth-stage and above sword immortals and earthly immortal sword cultivators on the wall, as well as 121 important figures from over a dozen major families including Dong, Chen, and Qi. Though it may not mean much, it's better than nothing."
Zuo You asked in confusion, "Do you have that much free time?"
Chen Ping'an smiled, "Habit becomes second nature. Besides, I'm quite proficient at this. It definitely won't delay my fist practice and cultivation. Senior Brother can rest assured."
Zuo You asked, "Do you favor the schools of merchants and artisans?"
Chen Ping'an was taken aback and shook his head, "I've never studied the doctrines or texts of those two schools."
Zuo You glanced at Chen Ping'an and smiled, "Those two schools, though considered lower ranks among the Three Teachings and Nine Schools, and have long been rejected and despised by Confucianism, I think it would be fine for you to browse their books occasionally. Just don't get too deep into the minutiae. Many worldly knowledge, when first encountered, seems astonishing and often superficial; when first seen as vast and boundless, it is often overgrown with weeds. After reading through it, you feel it's nothing special. Yet one must still read it. I'm just afraid you might get so absorbed you can't get out. If out of a hundred philosophers and sages' books you can extract one fundamental principle, that is a great gain."
Chen Ping'an clasped his hands and bowed, "I have been taught."
Zuo You stood up, "Unless it's watching fights in the northern city, generally speaking, sword immortals do not use the divine ability to govern mountains and rivers to probe the city's activities. That's an unwritten rule. Some things you need to handle yourself, and bear the consequences. But there is one thing I can help you keep an eye on. Which one do you think that is? Which one do you most hope it is?"
Without hesitation, Chen Ping'an said, "I hope Senior Brother can help watch over the children in the back alleys near the tavern, so that they don't die because of me."
Zuo You neither agreed nor disagreed, and asked another question, "Isn't this the smallest matter? Is it worth my paying extra attention?"
Chen Ping'an smiled, "In the eyes of a scholar, there are no small matters in the world."
Zuo You sighed, "Chen Ping'an, if you had become the Master's disciple earlier, it would have been good. The Master might not have had to worry for a hundred years. You could have managed the Master's purse for me, could have talked with the Master about many things. I am not good at that."
Chen Ping'an absolutely refused to engage with this topic.
Zuo You suddenly said, "Back then, when the Master became a sage, there were still people who cursed him, calling him an old literary fox, saying he was like a fox that had cultivated into a spirit, and his skill was steeped in an inkwell. When the Master heard that, he said just two words: 'How wonderful.'"
Chen Ping'an said, "In the Great Sui Dynasty, after the Gao Emperor signed a covenant with the Great Li Dynasty, there was great public outrage. Among the insults, some called Senior Brother Mao a 'literary demon.' Looking back now, Senior Brother Mao might have felt happy about that."
Zuo You said nothing more.
Chen Ping'an fell silent as well.
Matters of sword practice could be delayed a bit longer. After all, it would definitely be overwhelming.
Chen Ping'an suddenly seemed to want to speak but hesitated, looking at Zuo You.
Zuo You nodded, indicating Chen Ping'an could speak freely.
So Chen Ping'an used heart-mind voice to say, "Senior Brother, will any sword immortal in the city secretly spy on the Ning Mansion?"
Zuo You thought for a moment, "Even if there are, it can't be sustained. They can only do it occasionally. After all, Nalan Ye Xing is not just for show. Nalan Ye Xing is an expert in assassination, and one of the most underestimated sword cultivators on the Sword Qi Great Wall. Since he can assassinate others, he naturally excels at concealment and reconnaissance."
Chen Ping'an's expression turned grave, "A Liang taught me Eighteen Halts of Sword Qi. I taught it not only to my disciple Pei Qian, but also to an ordinary boy from Jewel Bottle Continent, named Zhao Gaoshu, who has an excellent character, no problems at all. But the boy hasn't yet gone to Fallen Mountain. I'm afraid... what if something happens!"
Zuo You said, "I'll handle this matter."
Chen Ping'an felt as if a great burden had been lifted.
Having a senior brother indeed makes a difference.
Then Zuo You said, "We've talked so much, but none of it is a reason for you to keep delaying your sword practice."
Chen Ping'an was speechless.
That bastard Wei Jin setting him up was not even a valid excuse.
Given this senior brother's temperament, he wouldn't consider that an excuse at all.
If he really said it, the sword practice would only be worse.
Perhaps only someone from the Wen Sheng lineage could understand this reasoning.
Zuo You sat back down on the city wall, beginning his silent meditation, continuing to nurture his sword intent.
Chen Ping'an tentatively asked, "How should I practice the sword?"
Zuo You snorted, "What, having a Golden Body realm martial artist, invincible under heaven, do you still need me to draw my sword?"
Chen Ping'an understood, and cautiously asked, "Then should I just throw a punch?"
Zuo You ignored him.
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment. Should the first punch be the Divine Man Beats Drum style?
But then Zuo You said slowly, "If within a hundred punches, plus your flying swords, you can get within thirty paces of me, I'll call you senior brother from now on."
Zuo You no longer deliberately restrained his sword aura. The small realm around him suddenly expanded, and Chen Ping'an instantly retreated twenty paces.
No more, no less—now thirty paces apart.
The sword aura rolled toward him like countless solid flying swords spinning before his eyes. Had it not been for the fist essence naturally flowing from Chen Ping'an's body, resisting the shreds of sword intent seeping from the aura, Chen Ping'an would already be covered in wounds and would have to retreat several more steps. But retreating only heightened his fist intent.
Zuo You smiled slightly, "After a hundred punches, if I feel you're being too polite, then you'd better prepare to complain to the Master again next time."
Chen Ping'an forced a smile, "Senior Brother, I'm not that kind of person."
Zuo You said, "After you start practicing the sword, you will be."
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Wei Jin when drinking and when not drinking were two different people; Wei Jin when sipping lightly and when drinking heavily were also two different people.
This young sword immortal from Jewel Bottle Continent, the first to appear here in a thousand years, was very popular on the Sword Qi Great Wall, especially among women.
Young girls might not admire Wei Jin that much; after all, their homeland had many sword immortals. Although Wei Jin was extremely young—having reached the fifth-stage sword immortal realm at forty—it wasn't too surprising on the Sword Qi Great Wall. In terms of flying sword killing power, Wei Jin wasn't outstanding, at least not yet, stuck at the Jade Pu stage. In terms of appearance, the men of the Qi family were famously handsome, and Wei Jin wasn't the most outstanding either. Chen Sanqiu's family wasn't bad either.
But older women, without exception, all liked Wei Jin. They said that watching Wei Jin drink made their hearts ache.
When Wei Jin didn't drink, he seemed perpetually sorrowful. After a few small cups, a gentle smile would appear. After drinking heavily, his spirits soared.
So to those women who had seen Wei Jin drinking, this young sword cultivator from the Wind Snow Temple's Immortal Stage was truly a celestial being walking out of the wind and snow.
What kind of woman could make Wei Jin so unable to let go?
First came the heartless A Liang, now came the lovesick Wei Jin. The heavens were still somewhat generous.
As for Zuo You—forget it. Just a few glances would make their eyes hurt. What was the point? Besides, Zuo You didn't like coming to the city to wander around. From far away, they couldn't see clearly, so he wasn't as missed as Wei Jin, who often drank. Every time Wei Jin got drunk, not dissipating the alcohol aura, keeping the intoxication, he would stagger back to the city wall on his sword, looking so pitiful.
Today, Wei Jin had drunk a bit too much at Diezhang's tavern. A table was packed with over a dozen people. One good thing about Wei Jin's drinking was that he never put on airs. If there was no seat, he didn't mind squeezing two or three onto a bench. This was probably the influence of someone used to wandering the lower jianghu—a quality that native sword immortals and sword cultivators from other continents truly lacked.
Regarding Chen Ping'an, whom he had first seen as a young boy, Wei Jin neither liked nor disliked him. Now, he had a bit more appreciation.
But He Xiaoliang—Wei Jin could not help but like her.
The farther away she was, the more he drank. Wei Jin escaped to the Lower Reaches, escaped into the jianghu, but still couldn't forget.
First, one at Wind Snow Temple, the other at Shengao Sect.
Then one on Jewel Bottle Continent, the other at North Ju Lu Continent.
And now, one was in the Barbaric World and the other in the Haoran World.
Yet she was still in Wei Jin's wine cup. No matter how much he drank, it was useless. After finishing one cup, the next was filled, and there she was.
Wei Jin raised his cup, shouting, "Those who don't like drinking, why is it so hard for them to get drunk?"
He drained the cup in one gulp. "The first person to brew wine in the world, truly hateful. Too hateful."
Diezhang was used to it.
Sword Immortal Wei Jin drank like this often. He just rambled a bit to himself, never actually causing a drunken scene. Otherwise, a small tavern like this couldn't withstand a sword immortal's madness.
No one called for more wine. Diezhang, taking a break, sat on the threshold and sighed softly.
Here we go again.
Wei Jin stood in place, pouring wine continuously, looking around, and began toasting to each person one by one, calling out names. After toasting, he would explain why he was toasting—naturally talking about the battles on the southern wall, praising which sword strike was especially brilliant. Occasionally he would tell someone to drink a cup as penance, also about the battlefield—some demons that should have been killed were only half-dead, that was inexcusable.
Wei Jin's figure suddenly vanished, and he roared, "Despicable!"
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In a small alley, Guo Zhujiu walked unsteadily.
A sallow, thin boy had run into the alley earlier, walking hurriedly as if avoiding something. He kept looking back, and when he saw Guo Zhujiu, he hesitated a little, slowed his pace, and instinctively moved closer to the wall. On the Sword Qi Great Wall, the wealthy, as long as they didn't die, would only get richer, eventually forming a family. Once they had a sword immortal, the family would become a prominent clan. The poor in the city could tell from a person's clothes whether they were from a high-born family.
The boy clearly thought Guo Zhujiu was a high-born girl, and he wasn't wrong. The Guo family was one of the first-tier families below the top surnames on the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Offending a high-born child usually ended badly. They didn't even need to bring out their backers; if the other party was a sword cultivator, they could handle it themselves.
Guo Zhujiu slowed her steps, hopped twice, and saw that behind the boy, four youths of similar age ran into the alley, carrying sticks, noisy and boisterous.
The boy probably saw that Guo Zhujiu didn't look like a sword cultivator, maybe just a rich kid from one of the main streets, with nothing better to do than wander around here.
So the boy became anxious and waved vigorously at Guo Zhujiu, signaling her to quickly leave the alley.
Guo Zhujiu scratched her head, stopped, turned around, and sprinted away.
Running away—that was something she was good at and liked.
Unfortunately, because of Guo Zhujiu's delay, the boy was quickly caught up by the stick-wielding youths. A heavy blow with a stick aimed at the thin boy's head; he dodged, but another stick swung down from above. He had to cover his head with his hands, dodging and retreating. A stick hit his arm, making his face pale from pain. Then a tall youth kicked him in the chest.
The sallow boy stumbled back several steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He propped one hand against the wall, turned his head to dodge another stick, then turned and ran.
Guo Zhujiu poked her head out from the corner of the alley. She felt she should step in and be a chivalrous hero; otherwise, it looked like someone might get killed.
In general fights, even if someone ended up with a broken leg, no one on the Sword Qi Great Wall cared. But killing someone was rare. Guo Zhujiu had heard from her family elders that the fiercest fighters weren't sword immortals but hot-blooded street youths. This was one of those times. Not good. She, Guo Zhujiu, had now learned boxing; she was a wanderer of the jianghu. So she walked back into the alley.
The thin boy took another flying kick, and Guo Zhujiu reached out and pressed his shoulder.
The boy's eyes turned cold. In an instant, he twisted his body while flicking his wrist—a short knife slid from his sleeve, and he stabbed backward.
Guo Zhujiu raised her elbow lightly and broke the arm holding the knife directly.
The boy's other hand clenched into a fist and shot out with a loud blast of fist essence, thunderous in momentum.
The youths who had been beating him like a stray dog turned pale with fear, pressing against the walls.
Guo Zhujiu, exactly like the assassin boy, showed the same indifferent expression. She also shot out a fist, fist against fist. The assassin boy's entire hand was crushed, bones and flesh broken. Both hands dropped limply. Guo Zhujiu sidestepped slightly, stepped forward, and rammed her shoulder into the boy's chest. The assassin boy died on the spot, flying backward. But a flash of firefly light sped past his ear—it was a sword cultivator's natal flying sword, straight at Guo Zhujiu's brow.
Guo Zhujiu turned her head slightly; a deep gash appeared on her forehead, almost to the bone.
As for the tall youth who had released the flying sword, his head was pierced through completely. A drop of blood slowly formed at his forehead. His body, leaning against the wall, slid slowly to the ground.
Guo Zhujiu frowned and wiped her forehead with her palm.
At the alley entrance, Wei Jin breathed a sigh of relief and quietly put away his natal flying sword. This sword immortal from Wind Snow Temple was a bit amused. It turned out he had been superfluous.
Not only had the little girl handled the sudden assassination without danger, but also...
At the other end of the alley, an old man with a stooped figure appeared, smiling.
Wei Jin nodded to him, and the old man smiled and nodded back.
Wei Jin then returned to the tavern to continue drinking.
The old man took a step and appeared beside Guo Zhujiu, smiling, "Lü Duan girl, not bad, huh."
It was the old servant of the Ning Mansion, Nalan Ye Xing.
The future young master had instructed that whenever Guo Zhujiu came to see him or entered the Ning Mansion, until Guo Zhujiu stepped inside the Guo family gate, he needed to trouble Grandpa Nalan to watch over the little girl.
Guo Zhujiu puffed up with pride, "Of course! I can't beat Sister Ning and Sister Dong, but I can still handle a few petty thieves, right?"
She walked forward a few steps, looked at the skinny boy who had died with his eyes open, still calm in death, and complained, "Don't you know I just learned a peerless boxing technique? Huh?!"
Nalan Ye Xing tapped his forehead with a finger. Headache.
An assassination like this, meticulously planned and targeting a high-born child—there was no point in hoping for any leads, like following the vine to get the melon. It couldn't be done.
Back then at the Mirage, what a storm it had been. The young lady had almost damaged her foundation, Old Madam Bai Lianshuang had also fallen in realm, and even the Old Sword Immortal on the wall, who never bothered with anything, was enraged. Rarely, he personally gave orders, summoned the Chen family head, and cut him once with a sword. The wounded Chen family head hurried back to the city, mobilized great forces, enforced a citywide curfew, searched every household, and turned the Mirage upside down. In the end, nothing came of it. It wasn't that people were deliberately slacking or obstructing—they didn't dare—but there truly were no traces.
As for the other confused and terrified street youths, their identities and backgrounds would be checked, but it was just a formality to give the Guo family an explanation. Of course, the Guo family would also make a big fuss, using their connections and resources to dig three feet deep.
After that, interactions between the Ning and Guo families would become somewhat troublesome.
This girl Lü Duan, in principle, could run around freely on the Sword Qi Great Wall. The reason was simple: she had once been chosen as the Hidden Officer's successor to inherit his mantle.
So the Guo family over the years hadn't bothered to arrange sword instructors or bodyguards for her. There was no need.
Therefore, the size of the ripples from this incident and the restraint shown by the other side were quite telling. It seemed they were uncertain whether to kill this Lü Duan girl or spare her, so they didn't use truly key pawns.
Guo Zhujiu frowned, looking sickly, "I'm done for. I won't be able to go out for a long time."
Then her eyes lit up, and she turned to Nalan Ye Xing, "Grandpa Nalan, how about we destroy the bodies and wipe out all traces, pretend this never happened?"
Nalan Ye Xing smiled, "You're overthinking it. With that wound on your forehead, how can you hide it? Say you bumped into something? Besides, such a big matter needs to be reported to Sword Immortal Guo. I've already sent a flying sword message to your family. So get ready to be scolded."
Guo Zhujiu groaned, "Grandpa Nalan, you have to tell my master. I can't come to learn boxing from him recently."
Nalan Ye Xing asked with a smile, "When did my young master take you as a disciple?"
Guo Zhujiu grinned, "It's just a matter of my master snapping his fingers and calculating."
Nalan Ye Xing pointed at the girl's forehead.
Guo Zhujiu snorted, "Sprinkling rain!"
Then she shivered, her face crumpling, "Ouch! It really hurts!"
A tall sword immortal with an elegant figure appeared instantly in the alley. He stood beside Guo Zhujiu, bent down, reached out his finger, pressed her head, and gently shook it, confirming the condition of his daughter's wound. He sighed in relief—some residual sword energy, nothing serious. He straightened up and smiled, "Still out having fun?"
Guo Zhujiu stuck out a hand.
Sword Immortal Guo Jia smiled, "Grounded for five years?"
Guo Zhujiu timidly said, "Five hours—no, make it five days."
Guo Jia's smile faded.
Seeing the danger, Guo Zhujiu quickly retracted four fingers, leaving only one thumb, "One year!"
Guo Jia glanced at his daughter's wound and said helplessly, "Hurry home with me. Your mother is terribly worried. Whether it's one year or several, it's useless to tell me. Go roll around and beg in front of her."
Finally, Guo Jia and Nalan Ye Xing looked at each other. No words were needed.
Soon, the Guo family's offerings and sword cultivators specialized in handling such affairs arrived in the alley. Everything was orderly.
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Nalan Ye Xing did not return directly to the Ning Mansion. Instead, he first went to the Sword Qi Great Wall.
He went to the Ning Mansion. Old Madam Bai Lianshuang wasn't good at handling these matters. Hearing about it would just make her angry and anxious.
Discussing it with the young lady would certainly help. For years, the young lady had made all the major decisions for the Ning Mansion. But now that the mansion had Young Master Chen Ping'an as the future master, Nalan Ye Xing didn't want the young lady to be distracted by these dirty affairs. The young master was someone who never minded trouble and liked to think deeply. Besides, the young lady would definitely listen to the young master's decisions.
Nalan Ye Xing concealed his aura, quietly arrived at the city wall, and saw this scene of sword and fist practice?
Chen Ping'an repeatedly used the same move—stacking punch after punch of the Divine Man Beats Drum style, while controlling four flying swords (two real, two fake), desperately seeking gaps in the sword aura, as if only wanting to advance one step.
He would need to use the Ning Mansion's elixir that regenerates flesh from bone again.
Fortunately, this time Old Madam Bai couldn't blame him.
The sword aura was concentrated within thirty paces of Zuo You, but occasionally a wisp would shoot out, each time pausing for a moment near Chen Ping'an's vital acupoints, then vanishing.
Nalan Ye Xing couldn't help but sigh, "How can one person have so much sword aura, and even be refining it into sword intent?"
Zuo You didn't bother with the old man. He withdrew his sword aura to within ten paces and said to Chen Ping'an, "That's enough for today. Your punches are okay, but your flying swords are stiff and slow. Today was just to get you used to it. Next time we practice will be the real start. Also, you died ninety-six times today. Try to reduce that number next time. Is it so hard to be a readily available senior brother?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, saying nothing.
He had the nerve to ask if it was hard?
Did Senior Brother have any idea how heavy and dense the sword aura was?
Besides, at this moment, although Chen Ping'an's fists and arms seemed fine, and his Qi palaces were unharmed on the surface, that wasn't the case. Every time Zuo You's sword aura paused, though it never touched Chen Ping'an's acupoints, the dense sword intent had already seeped into his marrow, churning within his Qi palaces like a storm. Being able to speak without a tremor was already proof of his pain tolerance.
Chen Ping'an strode a few steps, covering over ten zhang, and came to Nalan Ye Xing's side. In a low voice, he asked, "Was Guo Zhujiu hurt?"
Nalan Ye Xing said, "I watched the whole time. I deliberately didn't intervene, let the little girl handle it herself. Not seriously injured. Guo Jia came personally and didn't say much—that's Guo Jia for you. But the trouble afterward..."
Chen Ping'an pressed two fingers together and drew a line downward, like a sword cutting a long rope. He shook his head, "It's no longer trouble. For the Ning Mansion and the Guo family, it's actually a good thing. I'm definitely taking Guo Zhujiu as my disciple."
Chen Ping'an summoned his talisman boat and returned to the city with Nalan Ye Xing.
Chen Ping'an asked curiously, "Grandpa Nalan, can you get close to my senior brother?"
"Of course I can!"
Nalan Ye Xing smiled. "And then I'd be dead."