"Huh? You’re a Prince?"
The question resounded with a soul-searching intensity.
It left Yan Fengchun sowhat embarrassed, taking a few steps back and hastily laughing it off.
"No, no, no, Lu Luo was just jesting with . It is true that there’s an official from my family serving in the court, but the title ’Prince’ is entirely baseless. Better left unsaid, indeed unsaid."
With a wave of his hand, he quickly glossed over the matter, but he instantly sobered up when he noticed Lu Luo’s mockingly bemused and sowhat threatening expression, his hair standing on end!
She didn’t let slip by accident—it was deliberate provocation.
Because her words had everyone around them looking at Jiang Feng, and while his brothers probably wouldn’t care, Lu Luo was definitely not as gentle as Su Yi.
In a nutshell, two words: fiercely loyal.
You embarrass Jiang Feng, and she’ll reveal those little scandals in your family. It just so happens that she hails from Jiangnan Zhang County and knows the situation there like the back of her hand.
Yan Fengchun shifted his gaze away with so embarrassnt. Nope, nobody from Swordmaster Peak is ever easy to provoke.
"Young man, why didn’t you ntion it sooner? Co on, make a couple of Ninth Grade Elixirs to savor sothing new!"
This statent nearly made Yan Fengchun spit out in shock.
Ninth Grade Elixirs? Are you kidding? In this world, it’s even uncertain if Ninth Grade Elixirs exist, not to ntion that even the royal ancient texts don’t have records of such items. The highest is probably Eighth Grade Seal Heaven, and you casually ask for Ninth Grade?
If I had that ability, would I join Purple Cloud Palace?
"Get lost, go ask your senior sister for that!"
"Ts, so stingy! Okay then, considering the Jade Token you’re holding, you must have just co out of the Immortal Pavilion, right? Picked up a good assignnt?"
He knew that Yan Fengchun ca from a noble background, but never would have thought that the guy might be a Young Prince—and from Lu Luo’s tone...
It’s confird that he’s the successor; otherwise, she wouldn’t address him in such a manner.
But on second thought, it’s right; without such substantial resources, it’s impossible for soone in his twenties to reach Core Formation.
The last ti Yan Fengchun visited Swordmaster Peak, he sought to et the legendary Sword Immortal and also to spar with Jiang Feng. Back then, Yan Fengchun had just broken through to Mid Grade Core Formation, while Jiang Feng reached the peak of Foundation Establishnt, thus they had a ferocious fight.
From that encounter, Jiang Feng learned that Yan Fengchun had broken through to Core Formation at the re age of twenty-four. However, his cultivation foundation wasn’t very stable because he had consud quite a few Elixirs to speed up his cultivation progress, so he was stuck at Lower Grade Core Formation for years.
It was only after solidifying his foundation that he chose to break through to Mid Grade Core Formation. Jiang Feng never underestimated anyone; he knew that even if he himself advanced to Core Formation, fighting this kid would be anything but easy.
"Let’s go, let’s go, let’s find a secluded place to talk."
Glancing around, he noticed many people were paying attention to this Sword Immortal Disciple, and Yan Fengchun gestured accordingly.
Yet, at that mont, Lu Luo casually reached out and took the talisman from the young man’s hand.
"I’ll head over to the Immortal Pavilion; you two chat first."
She didn’t allow for any rejection and left only a stunning figure to behold, which made Yan Fengchun sigh.
"Mr. Jiang, you’re really lucky."
Lu Luo never gave Jiang Feng face in private, often engaging in playful argunts and scuffles with him, but the sensible and obedient manner she displayed now was sothing Yan Fengchun envied.
He noted that the girls Jiang Feng knew seed to be extraordinary, not just in appearance, but also in character.
"Are you done yet? I already told you, they’re all my senior and junior sisters. Didn’t you et three of them when you visited Swordmaster Peak last ti?"
"What’s the big deal? We’re in the sa sect but not blood-related. A good marriage is sothing both the elders and the master would happily agree to. Our Lan Zhu Peak’s senior sisters are always staying within our ranks."
"So your master arranged soone for you?"
"...," Yan Fengchun was suddenly silent, then squeezed out a few words, "Too many monks, not enough gruel."
A predictable outco.
As for marriages or dual cultivation partners, neither the Peak Master nor the Sect Master were particularly opposed to it, usually turning a blind eye.
Children born between cultivators can almost always be assured to have excellent cultivation talents, and growing up within the sect undoubtedly provides fresh blood for the sect.
Moreover, though speaking of dual cultivation might seem a tad embarrassing, it is undoubtedly a way to advance in realm with almost zero side effects. Besides, the idea of a house full of children and grandchildren seems to be a deeply rooted notion in this age.
Well, Yan Fengchun got it right with too many monks, not enough gruel. Originally, the ratio between male and female cultivators was unbalanced, roughly with a seventy to thirty ratio. So, Yuzhu Peak was created specifically for female cultivators.
Perhaps Qingxia and Divine Wood would have more won, around a fifty-fifty ratio. As for the other peaks...
There you go, Chi Xiao Peak, a full-blown monk fest. Last ti my sister took to forge weapons, and you can’t even find a single female disciple, let alone a sow. Who would a female cultivator be happy to see working in Chi Xiao Peak to smith?
"Brother Yan, I notice your attitude gets a bit off whenever you see hanging out with the ladies; why does it sound bitter?"
Pondering with a soul-searching question, but Yan just responds with an extrely refined smile.
"Hardly the case, I rely think Mr. Jiang has experienced so many rich emotional encounters at such a young age..."
"Were you pressured by your family to marry?"
The refined smile on his face instantly solidified.
Case closed.
No wonder each ti he sees Jiang Feng surrounded by girls, he launches his attacks, and his tone couldn’t sound any more sour.
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