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"Oh, I see. I just watched you bully Zhang Qing, and you seemed to enjoy it," Chen Anlin teased.
Zhang Qing pointed at Xiao Chen and shouted, "Yeah, why didn't you mention how you ambushed me earlier? Now that Young Master Chen is challenging you, you're too scared to respond? If you're afraid, just admit it instead of making excuses about being injured."
Xiao Chen glared at Zhang Qing.
"Be patient!" the Celestial Maiden from beyond the realm quickly reminded him.
"Yeah, I know," Xiao Chen replied, displeased as he turned to Chen Anlin. "Don't get too smug. Just wait. Teacher Zhou, I'm not feeling well; I think I'll head out first!"
Zhou Tong nodded quickly. "I'll take you home."
As soon as they left, Zhang Qing hurried over to Chen Anlin and respectfully said, "Congratulations, Young Master Chen, on obtaining the Sword God’s inheritance. I hope you’ll honor us with your presence at the Sunny Pavilion for a drink!"
He then looked at the others. "Everyone, let’s go have a drink!"
Chen Anlin smiled and nodded in agreement.
During dinner, many people came over to toast Chen Anlin and presented him with gifts.
"Here are some herbs and medicinal items."
Naturally, Chen Anlin accepted them all graciously.
After returning home, Chen Anlin was in high spirits. A crowd had gathered at his house seeking an audience with him.
These people had heard about Chen Anlin obtaining the Sword God’s inheritance and could foresee that his future would be extraordinary. So they all came early to curry favor with him.
Seeing so many gifts, Chen Anlin was taken aback.
"These people are being too polite," he thought. "It's only going to make my already affluent family even wealthier."
After a busy night, he finally entered his room. Su Menghan had already been waiting for him in bed.
She was leisurely reading a book and didn’t even look up when Chen Anlin walked in.
Chen Anlin felt annoyed and snatched the book from her hands. "What are you so engrossed in?"
He glanced at the cover and immediately burst into laughter.
"The Overbearing Saint's Son Fell in Love with Me."
"Do you still enjoy reading this?"
Chen Anlin felt a stir in his heart; it seemed that the Empress had also loved such books when she was younger.
"Yes, it's quite interesting," Su Menghan said as she grabbed Chen Anlin's arm. "Have you been busy?"
"Mm, I thought you were asleep. By the way, you used to be a disciple of the Hundred Flowers Sect, right?"
"Yes, what's up?"
"I'm looking for a girl named Wu Qianlian."
"Ah, Senior Sister Wu Qianlian!" Su Menghan was momentarily taken aback.
After Chen Anlin explained, she realized that Wu Qianlian was the granddaughter of Elder Wu Qigang, who oversaw the Insight Platform.
Chen Anlin planned to visit the Hundred Flowers Sect tomorrow to bring Wu Qianlian back.
And by the way, he had a major task to accomplish!
He remembered that in the novel, news would soon spread that the Hundred Flowers Sect had been annihilated by the Taijiao!
However, Wu Qianlian had unexpectedly escaped and later encountered Xiao Chen.
Chen Anlin was now contemplating how saving the Hundred Flowers Sect would be immensely beneficial for him!
First of all, although the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect were not numerous, their high-end combat power was formidable.
Secondly, the Hundred Flowers Sect had some connections with the Empress from her early years and maintained a good relationship.
In the future, multiple sects would rise in rebellion against the Empress.
If he could save the Hundred Flowers Sect, they would surely assist her when the time came. Therefore, saving the Hundred Flowers Sect would be advantageous with no drawbacks.
Thinking of this made Chen Anlin feel somewhat strange.
Here he was, chatting with a girl late at night while still worrying about the Empress.
Chen Anlin stretched lazily; he felt a bit tired.
"How about I help you relax? And we can train together?" Su Menghan suggested eagerly.
Chen Anlin waved his hand dismissively. "Train? More like fix you!"
The next morning, Chen Anlin arrived at the palace, ready to report on his comprehension of sword intent.
He also intended to ask the Empress for leave; he planned to make a trip to the Hundred Flowers Sect.
At that moment, within the Hundred Flowers Sect, a young boy with a delicate face and youthful features was lazily stretching in bed.
"Ah, the weather is nice today. I should check on the spirit herbs I just planted," he murmured to himself.
The boy's name was Zhang Xiaoli, an ordinary disciple of the Hundred Flowers Sect. Recently, he had stumbled upon a small, exquisite blue vial and intended to gift it to his senior sister, Wu Qianlian.
However, after one night had passed, he discovered that a strange liquid had condensed inside the vial. When he tried to pour it out, something unexpected happened. The liquid fell onto an ordinary weed, which then rapidly grew into a ten-year-old herb.
From then on, he noticed that every night, more liquid would condense in the blue vial. This liquid was incredibly nourishing; not only did it enhance his cultivation, but when applied to spirit herbs, it could hasten their growth remarkably—truly wondrous.
"Zhang Xiaoli, are you skipping your morning practice again?" came a crisp female voice.
It was Senior Sister Wu Qianlian.
Zhang Xiaoli quickly opened the door and was momentarily dazzled by her alluring appearance. He grinned and replied, "Senior Sister, I prefer to cultivate alone; I don't want to join the crowd."
"How do you think others perceive you? They’ll say you’re being irresponsible," Wu Qianlian said with a hint of exasperation.
Like her, Zhang Xiaoli was an orphan. While others whispered behind his back about how he was lazy and useless, only she stood up for him. She believed that Zhang Xiaoli had become this way due to the trauma of his childhood.
It was said that one night, all the villagers in his hometown had perished tragically. By the time his master brought him back to the sect, he was already seven or eight years old. Unlike Wu Qianlian, who lost her family at three and had completely forgotten her early years, Zhang Xiaoli certainly remembered.
The horrors of his childhood had shaped his self-deprecating personality, making him somewhat of a loner.
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