"I’ve noted down what you just said, and next ti I will report you. A person from the Southern Border actually being interested in the attire of the Central Plains, and even daring to criticize the Southern Border, huh, you... Southern traitor!"
"Annoying! It’s just the truth, after I crossed the border, I’ve hardly seen any miasma or mosquitoes, and even the rainfall is just right."
He then threw a punch at the boy’s shoulder.
Even without using much strength, the punch was still painfully felt on the shoulder, and as his cultivation and realm continued to improve, Jiang Feng eventually realized how fearless or rather ignorant he used to be.
Just last month, he even dared to bare his teeth and fight with this lady, for half an hour no less, which was only possible because Cen Yueyue was good tempered; despite being provoked, she didn’t resort to killing but just gave him a good beating.
The two young people quickly started chatting, their seemingly intimate actions even made many in the tea house shake their heads, lanting why a beautiful flower would attach itself to cow dung.
However, while the two were chatting enthusiastically, Cen Yueyue always felt a bit uneasy, as if there were eyes around her.
Then, turning her head, she saw an older man with a classic appearance staring at her, his saliva almost dripping.
"What are you staring at, you debaucher!"
Her voice was strong, and this cold rebuke even carried a hint of Spiritual Energy. She had always been a strong personality; tolerating such gawking when out and about would only lead others to treat her like a soft persimmon to be pinched.
But this reaction only shocked the middle-aged man at the next table more, almost causing him to lose grip of his teacup.
"How is this possible? How is this possible!"
"Wu Mingsheng, in my hundred years of cultivation, has never seen such a... no, I haven’t even heard of such a talent. Could she have consud a Youthful Elixir?"
"No, appearances can be deceived but not one’s age. Moreover, her posture clearly indicates she’s a girl in the dawn of youth, and looking at her bones, she’s probably not even twenty yet."
"Her Spiritual Energy is thick and substantial, not diluted at all, and she can control it effortlessly. Just now, she only released a bit of Spiritual Energy to intimidate and quickly retracted it to avoid hurting anyone, which continuous use of elixirs couldn’t achieve."
"A Loose Cultivator? No, she must co from a top force, perhaps a relative of so significant figure, but this place in Shuangfeng City, within a thousand miles... no, within two thousand miles, there likely isn’t a Sect known in the martial society."
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he hadn’t noticed that the boy sitting next to the girl looked sowhat familiar, who would have thought the world contained such coincidences.
Moreover, in the Sound Transmission Talisman, Jiang Feng was still at the Qi Refinent seventh layer.
Noticing the tempered anger on the girl’s face, Wu Mingsheng then showed a smile of apology, realizing his gaffe, and clasped his hands in respect.
"I truly apologize, I stared a bit more because of the lady’s exceptional talent."
Standing up, since everyone around was looking at him, for these cultivators, reputation was obviously very important.
Frowning, Jiang Feng also stood up and shielded Cen Yueyue.
After all, having their tea ti disturbed like this was sowhat disappointing, and playing the role of a Flower Guardian wasn’t too bad; just about to speak to send the man away, then their eyes t.
"You are..."
A trace of confusion flashed through his eyes.
Although it was their first eting, the face seed familiar, his eyebrows tightly furrowed with puzzlent.
The drawbacks of the Soul-devouring Body were beginning to show.
With more and more souls absorbed, Jiang Feng’s brain was filled with increasing mories that weren’t his own.
Usually, he wouldn’t actively recall these mories or delve into them, after all, his flesh and brain couldn’t handle such a large volu of information at once.
But during the outbreak of the Gu Poison, too many people died, souls voluntarily entered his Soul Summoning Banner, mories rushed into his brain, causing an overload of useless mories, and after returning ho, he was also busy with cultivation and had no ti to clear up those chaotic mories.
During the young man’s montary absent-mindedness, the middle-aged man’s expression also beca more focused as he recognized sothing interesting when he clearly saw Jiang Feng’s face.
"It sowhat resembles the portrait, and that Qiankun Bag at his waist, well, what a boldness, daring to hang it around his waist and show off in public."
A thought flashed through his mind, but Wu Mingsheng did not make a move; Yu Ying had a notable reputation, and even he had to tread carefully, not allowing any mishaps.
His expression unchanged, he simply clasped his hands and left a sentence.
"Don’t want to disturb you two anymore."
After leaving money for the tea on the table, he left without looking back.
Jiang Feng was still staring blankly at the disappearing figure, his mind a tangled ss like a jumbled ball of yarn, unable to recall anything, but he knew that he must have seen him in soone else’s mory.
"Sothing’s not right. Soone among those souls has seen him. He looks so familiar, but I can’t rember. I need to go through..."
He was just about to filter through the mories of all the souls in his mind, but before he could think, his wrist felt heavy.
He was abruptly pulled back and found himself seated back on the chair, only then rembering that he was on a date with a certain miss.
"Forget about him since he’s gone anyway. You just ntioned desserts, I didn’t expect you to have this skill. Among the n I know, very few can cook."
Cen Yueyue, not really minding the person who left, would have noticed sothing if she had been a bit more serious.
Amidst the girl’s call, the boy gradually composed himself. With the mories of hundreds of people in his mind, maybe soone had seen him which made him feel familiar, so he didn’t take it to heart.
"It’s not important whether I can cook or not. Rather, it’s about you. You, a person from the Southern Border, ran all the way to the Central Plains. Not only did you want to buy all the good-looking clothes in Shuangfeng City."
"How can you even think of taking a few back for your mother? Aren’t you afraid of getting attacked on the road wearing those clothes once you return to the Southern Border? If I’m not mistaken, many people in the hinterland of the Southern Border are quite hostile towards people from the Central Plains."
"And with the kind of influence and nurous rules your family has, aren’t you afraid people will talk about the Cen Family’s young miss liking Central Plains culture?"
"Public opinion can easily beco a sharp weapon that hurts people. At least in front of others, it’s better to pretend a bit, otherwise, be careful of being labelled."
He was serious; he wasn’t joking or ridiculing her, but rather considering Yue Yue’s identity.
If people knew that this little princess from the Southern Border is always thinking about the Central Plains, whether it’s culture or anything else, it would be very easy for people to label her.
If soone used this situation to make trouble, she might find it hard to explain clearly. But facing Jiang Feng’s well-aning reminder, the girl just blinked innocently.
"Don’t you know? I’m half a Central Plains person."
"...Huh?"
He was stunned.
For a mont, he thought there was sothing wrong with his ears.
Faced with Jiang Feng’s astonishnt, Cen Yueyue copied Jiang Feng’s signature shrug with hands wide open as if she learned many interesting gestures from him.
"Don’t you find it strange? All the Southern Border people you’ve t have different skin colors and heights than ."
"Zhuang Zhuang is a pure Southern Border blood. Most people in our village look similar to Zhuang Zhuang."
"My mother is from the Central Plains, from one of the Three Palaces, but later she was taken by my father to the Southern Border."
"No, it should be said, my father won and then went to propose marriage. My mother was willing to accept the outco, hence she was whisked away by my father."
"Look, I am wearing my mother’s clothes. She wears these clothes every day at ho and runs around, and sotis I wear them too."
"Hehe, my dad is pretty amazing, right? He was quite young at that ti and also t her during the martial arts festival."
"My mother also said that in a few years during the martial arts festival, she wants to take to visit my maternal grandparents. After so many years I haven’t even seen what my grandfather looks like."
She blurted out her family’s situation without any reservations.
In the Southern Border, this is not a secret, or rather, it’s a widely known fact. Everyone knows that the current family head of the Cen Family Village has extraordinary abilities, handso and dashing, and he married a beautiful wife from a top force in the Central Plains at a young age.
"So, you wear these clothes every day wandering around, doesn’t your clan talk about it..."
"This ah."
Her mouth curved up, a smile full of pride and bragging.
"Everyone has been convinced by my mom. It seems like in our entire family, only my dad can compete with my mom. Otherwise, why do you think my mom has such a solid footing in our ho?"
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