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In the dim light of the night, a figure stood tall and graceful, embodying purity and elegance at the age of ninety-nine.
"Where are the guards from my residence?" Zhang Su thought to himself, unable to suppress his shout. "Someone! Anyone!"
Chen Anlin shrugged and replied, "No need to shout; they’re all gone. Sister Dou, take care of it."
"Understood."
In the darkness, a shadow appeared silently.
Yang Dou possessed the strength of a third-tier warrior! She excelled in assassination techniques, capable of concealing not just her voice but even her presence when lurking in the shadows.
In an instant, a long sword emanating a chilling aura sliced through Zhang Su's neck.
After eliminating him, Yang Dou said, "I’ll head upstairs. The guards have already surrounded this place; we must ensure no one escapes."
"Alright, go ahead," Chen Anlin nodded.
Once Yang Dou left, Chen Anlin took out a piece of clothing from his storage pouch and draped it over Wu Qianlian.
"Why save that little brat? Look, if it weren't for me, you would have been in trouble today," he remarked, patting Wu Qianlian on the shoulder with a gentle smile.
"Thank you," she replied sincerely.
Wu Qianlian felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Chen Anlin at that moment.
"What about the people outside?" she asked.
"They’ve been dealt with; the entire Zhang family is drenched in blood," Chen Anlin said as he squeezed Wu Qianlian's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't be nervous; you’re safe now."
"By the way, my master might be targeted by Tai Jiao. He’s currently in seclusion," Wu Qianlian quickly relayed what Zhang Su had just told her.
"Oh?" Chen Anlin's heart stirred as he nodded. "Then lead the way to where your master is in seclusion."
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Finally at the peak of seventh-tier cultivation!
Late at night, Zhang Xiaoli stepped out of his courtyard and stretched lazily, feeling utterly satisfied.
The speed of cultivation using the spirit liquid produced by the small blue bottle was astonishing.
In just a few days, his cultivation had progressed once again, reaching the pinnacle of seventh-tier strength.
However, neither the Master nor the other senior brothers knew about his cultivation level; they all assumed he was not striving for progress. Moreover, this spiritual liquid had another wonderful effect; he felt that his body, even his skin, had improved significantly.
Zhang Xiaoli suddenly thought of Senior Sister Wu Qianlian. After seeing how outstanding he was, she would surely like him even more, right?
"Xiaoli!"
At that moment, Wu Qianlian ran over.
"Senior Sister!" Zhang Xiaoli's eyes lit up as he joyfully ran out to greet her.
Soon, he noticed Chen Anlin standing behind Wu Qianlian. Instinctively, he frowned. The usually proud Senior Sister Wu Qianlian stood beside this man, looking as respectful as a maid.
What was more concerning was that she was wearing a man's clothes.
"Senior Sister, it's so late. Where are you going? And why are you wearing men's clothes?" Zhang Xiaoli felt frustrated. In his view, women should present themselves as women. It was one thing to be out late at night; it was another to be dressed like a man.
"Xiaoli, let's put that aside for now. Where's the Master?"
"The Master? She’s in seclusion, isn’t she? Oh wait, I heard she came out this afternoon. It seems she wasn’t prepared well for her seclusion and plans to enter again tomorrow."
"So she hasn't entered seclusion yet?" Chen Anlin asked.
Zhang Xiaoli had no interest in answering Chen Anlin's question.
"Xiaoli, this is Chen Anlin from the capital. You should be more polite, understand?" Wu Qianlian noticed Zhang Xiaoli's dismissive attitude towards Chen Anlin and quickly reminded him.
"Oh, the young master from the capital," Zhang Xiaoli said casually, which would make anyone frown upon hearing it.
Behind him, Su Menghan scolded, "Zhang Xiaoli! I've been away for over two years and you still haven't learned any manners! You have no sense of decorum at all!"
Zhang Xiaoli recognized Su Menghan and instinctively exclaimed, "Oh, Senior Sister Su?"
His eyes brightened. He hadn’t expected Senior Sister Su to have become so charming! But why was she so close to Chen Anlin?
Zhang Xiaoli felt increasingly displeased; he didn’t like the women around him getting too close to other men.
"Zhang Xiaoli! I'm talking to you; show some respect!" Su Menghan frowned and called out again.
"Got it! Young Master Chen, is that better?" Zhang Xiaoli replied nonchalantly.
"I'm sorry, Young Master Chen. My junior brother can be a bit thoughtless," Wu Qianlian apologized.
She too was puzzled by Zhang Xiaoli's behavior today.
A hint of subtlety flashed in Chen Anlin's eyes; he had already begun to guess why Zhang Xiaoli harbored hostility towards him.
I never expected to encounter another fortunate one upon arriving here. Zhang Xiaoli had an exceptionally high fortune, which was astonishing. Coupled with the intense gaze he had just seen from Wu Qianlian, it was clear that this fortunate one had feelings for his senior sister.
This was a familiar pattern; many fortunate ones had ambiguous relationships with their senior and junior sisters. Whenever someone approached the beautiful women around these fortunate ones, they would display strong hostility.
However, could the downfall of the Baiying Sect be related to this fortunate one? The novel hadn’t mentioned Zhang Xiaoli at all.
Chen Anlin didn’t dwell on it too much; the urgent matter at hand was to rescue Zong Yang Bingyi.
“Zhang Xiaoli, where is Master now?” Wu Qianlian asked.
“He should be at his residence,” Zhang Xiaoli replied.
“That’s great!”
Hearing that Master hadn’t entered seclusion yet, Wu Qianlian breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly led Chen Anlin towards Master’s retreat.
Zhang Xiaoli wanted to clarify the situation and quickly caught up, saying, “Senior Sister, you haven’t explained why you’re wearing another man’s clothes.”
“Why do you have so many questions? This outfit belongs to Chen Zi; he helped me a lot, you know?”
Wu Qianlian recalled the moment she had almost been insulted and felt a wave of irritation wash over her, causing her tone to become sharper.
Being reprimanded by Senior Sister only made Zhang Xiaoli’s expression sourer. “I was just concerned about you, why are you scolding me?”
“Hey, Junior Brother, are you really that concerned about her?” Chen Anlin asked with a smile.
Wu Qianlian apologized, “I’m sorry, Chen Zi. I didn’t mean to make you laugh at me!”
As she spoke, she turned to Zhang Xiaoli and earnestly advised him, “Zhang Xiaoli, although Chen Zi is around your age, look at him—he’s courteous and well-mannered. You should learn from him, understand?”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoli’s expression darkened further.
Learn from this young master from the capital? What a joke!
Those young masters from the capital were all spoiled brats; on the surface they seemed nice but were filled with malice inside.
This is bad! Senior Sister must have been deceived by Chen Anlin; I must save her!
Zhang Xiaoli thought anxiously as they arrived at Zong Yang Bingyi’s residence.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man appeared out of nowhere.
“Elder!”
Upon seeing the newcomers, Wu Qianlian quickly clasped her hands in greeting.
The person before her was Zhao Liguo, the Grand Elder of the Baizhong Sect. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding an aura of righteousness. Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, he glanced at Chen Anlin and Su Menghan, finally resting his gaze on Su Menghan and Chen Anlin. "You’ve arrived? What is a stranger doing here in the sect?"
"Grand Elder, this is my friend from the capital, Chen Anlin. He has come to the sect on urgent business," Su Menghan explained.
Zhao Liguo's tone was displeased. "You should be aware of the current situation. The sect will enter seclusion tomorrow. What urgent matters could possibly require her attention? Furthermore, at such a critical time, outsiders are strictly forbidden from entering the sect. Are you unaware of the stakes involved?"
"Grand Elder, this matter is of great importance; it concerns the Tai Sect's plans against our Baizhong Sect," Wu Qianlian said, lowering her head as she recounted her previous encounters with the Zhang family.
Hearing this, Zhao Liguo's expression softened slightly. "Is that so? Then come in."
Before long, Chen Anlin found himself face to face with Yang Bingyi, who was cultivating in the main hall.
Though she was older now, Yang Bingyi still appeared graceful and ethereal, like a fairy from a painting. Dressed in a flowing white gown, she sat cross-legged on a large meditation cushion surrounded by fragrant sandalwood incense.
"Chen Anlin, I have heard much about you," Yang Bingyi said gently, smiling at him. "I watched Her Majesty grow up; I remember you as her playmate back in the palace."
Chen Anlin was somewhat surprised. "You knew me when I was little?"
"Yes, you were only seven or eight years old at that time. How quickly the years have passed," Yang Bingyi sighed.
Years ago, she had traveled to the capital seeking a rare medicinal herb and had met with the late emperor during that visit. She had also offered some guidance to Wu Xixue regarding cultivation matters at that time. Chen Anlin had been nearby, seemingly just bullied by Wu Xixue and crying in the arms of a personal guard named Yang Dou, soaking his clothes with tears.
Recalling those memories, Yang Bingyi smiled and said, "The child who cried back then has grown up so much! I heard that you recently obtained a sword cultivation inheritance—congratulations!"
"Grand Elder," Chen Anlin began, "I have come because I received intel that the Tai Sect may be planning something against you."
He expected Yang Bingyi to react strongly upon hearing this news. However, she merely smiled lightly and replied, "I have known about it for quite some time."
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