Throughout the entire process, Jiang Feng exuded a touch of scholarly elegance.
This temperant was more akin to when he was still in Qingshui County before delving into the Immortal Path, when his deanor was more that of a literati or scholar. Such a change in temperant ca about only after he had nearly lost his life to a blade at his neck.
"You are superior to Yu Rou in both cultivation and physical constitution, and not by just a slight margin."
"Although my physical body is almost at its limit withstanding the Li Fire, I haven’t lost too much spiritual energy. Even if I disperse the Li Fire, I can still hold on with the remaining spiritual energy, but she may not be able to endure."
"Yu Rou’s constitution has never been strong. With ample spiritual energy, she can utilize Taiyi Taoist Skill to turn her body and all her belongings into weapons. But once her spiritual energy is depleted, I’m afraid she won’t even have the strength to pull at your hair."
"That’s why I said you have a greater chance of winning, a little over sixty percent should not be exaggerated."
The analysis was very objective and earnest.
Soone is just extrely proud, head held high like a victorious rooster. At such tis, who wins or loses is no longer important. What is important?
It’s recognition!
This is emotional intelligence.
After coaxing one little ancestor to happiness, Jiang Feng then looks towards another girl in a red dress beside him.
After years of not seeing her, Yan Yurou’s appearance has not changed much from before, but what truly astonishes people might be her aura.
Compared to before, she has grown a bit taller, and her figure has filled out slightly. She used to be a bit thin, but now she is just right.
The naivety and immaturity in her eyes have faded a bit. Previously, she would always be sowhat shy in his presence, but now she looks at him with calmness and a faint smile.
Not a smile of apology, but a helpless and bitter one, mocking the whims of fate.
"Long ti no see, you look even more handso than before."
A smile full of goodwill.
Before the eting, he thought he would be restless, unable to speak when he saw Yan Yurou, or the atmosphere would be extrely awkward. Even on the way over, he kept hypnotizing himself to treat the encounter with an ordinary mindset.
But when they t, it felt not much different from a few years ago.
"You’re still as smooth-talking as before, no wonder you’re so popular with the ladies."
"Hm?"
Cen Yueyue closed one eye.
A dilemma between the battlefield of lovers and a harem catching fire is a calamity for anyone, even emperors of past couldn’t balance it completely, ending up witnessing fights among their harem.
He never praised like this, how co as soon as you et, you start complinting voluntarily? And it’s on appearance? What’s the aning of this?
Old flas rekindling?
"Jiang Lang’s insight has always been sharp, to find such a beautiful person is truly fortunate, and she seems to have unwavering dedication to you. I heard you two even went through hardships together, braving life and death, truly enviable, and I apologize greatly."
"Hm?"
The eye Cen Yueyue had closed suddenly opened.
Hearing such flattering words, praising her beauty and Jiang Feng’s discernnt, and specifically ntioning their shared ordeal, almost made her float on the spot!
Her mood was oscillating between pleasure and jealousy, bouncing back and forth, dancing without rest; there’s no denying that these two knew how to shove and pull.
"Hey, I took care of you when you were little, wiping your butt, and now that you’re grown up, I still have to deal with your ss?"
"Hm?"
Her expression changed again.
"You really know how to shift the chaos elsewhere, after killing that crazy woman and leaving the corpse in my family’s backyard without any disposal, making take the bla."
"It was bad enough those shrimp soldiers and crab generals ca looking for revenge, but that old Nascent Soul Stage geezer really had the thick skin to follow for two or three hundred li before making a move."
"In the end, he chased us for a full seven hundred li, I was nearly frozen into an ice pop by that old man, so for this life and death endeavor, your contribution is at least eighty percent."
Her tense expression relaxed again.
So that’s what he ant by "wiping ass," huh, nothing but misleading bullshit.
"Really sorry, after Yu Rou left, I didn’t expect the Sect Leader of Fan Yin Sect would chase us down from afar. At that ti, I thought that you, Jiang Lang, following the people from Purple Cloud Palace wouldn’t encounter any trouble, it’s just... an unfortunate mistake."
"Cough."
A dry cough.
That’s right, back then I should have just decisively followed Yu Ying and walked away without a care, and none of this would’ve happened. I just couldn’t resist the temptation and ended up wandering around Shuangfeng City with the young girl for a few days, even traveling together for a bit.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have co to this.
But Yan Yurou clearly had higher emotional intelligence than Cen Yueyue, or maybe it was just her nature not to be petty, naturally steering the conversation onto another topic.
"Jiang Lang has truly entered the advanced stages on the Immortal Path now, just standing by and watching for a mont to determine the outco is impressive. You’re not wrong; if the battle had continued, Yu Rou would have been defeated."
"The progress is lightning-fast, even beginning from learning the sword from Liu Jianxian, it has only been three or four years, such a pace is unheard of."
"Yu Rou recently went back ho to pay respects to our ancestors. On the way, I t quite a few familiar faces, interesting things..."
You say one thing, I say another.
The atmosphere between the two was not tense; although they were no longer as intimate as before, able to share everything from the bottom of their hearts, the emotions deep in their hearts had never changed.
It wasn’t the fluttering of adolescence, but a kind of plainness, adaptation, gentleness - an emotion that cos from years of familiarity with each other. It’s not love, but more like family affection, like siblings who have lived together for many years.
Jiang Feng had always felt this way about Yan Yurou, without too many worldly desires in his heart. Even when they were about to get married in the past, he would at most playfully tease her montarily but would never do anything inappropriate.
Even to this day, Jiang Feng has never blad Yan Yurou for anything.
It’s not because he’s magnanimous or playing so saintly Virgin Mary act. For instance, if soone’s about to starve to death on the side of the road, a ’Virgin Mary’ would cut the flesh from innocent people to feed the starving one and still question why you have so little flesh.
A true saint would cut their own flesh to feed the starving.
Jiang Feng...
Is the type to cut others’ flesh, then not even feed it to the starving person, but just carry the at around and watch the show.
Yeah, pretty nasty.
He’s not one to hold a grudge, but his desire for revenge is quite strong. Yet even with his character, he wouldn’t bla Yan Yurou for what happened in the past. The reason is simple.
She did it all to save her family from being killed, his own birth caused her family to be ruined, and she had to offer her daughter as a cultivation furnace.
Yan Yurou’s actions were all to break away from the script written by Demon Night True Monarch, to save her family. In the beginning, he did resent this, always cursing himself for being too soft-hearted to act.
But in the end...
If you can’t do it, you can’t do it. Humans can deceive others but shouldn’t deceive themselves. For seventeen years, the Yan Family took care of him with devotion, providing the best of everything.
In his heart, from the mont Yan Yurou lay on the ground letting his sword stab her, that matter was resolved.
To dwell on it would be to trouble himself, that is a heart demon.
"So you’ve been ho, speaking of which, I haven’t had the chance to pay respects to my ancestors in these past years... How is Uncle Yan, is there a way to break the word curse?"
After a mont of silence, Jiang Feng asked this question.
Word curse.
One of the most supre spells between heaven and earth, personally cursed by Demon Night True Monarch, afflicting descendants. To put it simply, as long as he doesn’t completely disappear from this world, even if his Divine Soul perishes and only unclaid Spiritual Energy remains,
This curse would last forever, until the bloodline ceases, and there’s no more involvent in the world.
Hearing this, Yan Yurou’s expression beca gloomy, she lowered her guard and slowly leaned closer, then shook her head.
"I’ve asked my master and the Sect Leader for help, my master even swallowed his pride and visited Taiyi Sect, but still no solution. If it were a normal word curse, there might be ways to resolve it, but..."
Even without finishing, the implication was clear.
Unless soone of the sa caliber intervenes, the curse is unbreakable, but what is a person of the sa caliber as Demon Night True Monarch?
"Tch, we need an Immortal Monarch’s help, huh..."
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