Chapter 290: Chapter 47: Lici! Vice Dean, I’ve decided to support you!
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Faang You’an wisely stepped out of the Profound Ice Pavilion.
Oh dear, Ancestor, you’re not interested in such juicy gossip?
Meanwhile, faint voices could be heard from within the Profound Ice Pavilion.
"Junior Sister, you..." Changchun Ascendant wailed as if attending a funeral, "Alright, alright, I’ll go with you! Junior Sister, take it easy."
The conversation made Wang Shouzhe’s eyebrows jump; such wolfish words were quite fierce.
It seemed that the relationship between Changchun Ascendant and Binglan Ascendant might not be ordinary indeed.
Seeing Wang Shouzhe’s eyes roll around, Ancestor Longyan quickly pulled him aside and warned in a low voice, "Don’t let your imagination run wild. Master’s inner chamber is a whole Profound Ice Space; she’s always cultivating inside, it’s not what you think..."
"Uh, actually, Ancestor, I hadn’t thought that wildly until you explained it."
But now, I really am starting to have some wild thoughts.
Faang You’an was also breaking into a cold sweat and quickly interjected, "Junior Brother Mingyu, why don’t you escort Junior Brother Shouzhe out."
Being a direct disciple, he knew some insider stories.
Their love-hate relationship was indeed complicated, but not as sordid as Wang Shouzhe imagined.
Letting him stay longer would only make things worse.
Meanwhile.
Next to the arena on the Profound Ice Hall’s plaza, Wang Zongsheng and Yuwen Jianye were surrounded by a group of eager senior disciples.
Each of them was already in their thirties or fifties, with the weakest being in the Ninth Layer of the Qi Refining Realm. Poor Wang Zongsheng and his companion looked as pitiable as lambs lost among a pack of wolves.
Oh no, it’s all over~! Fourth Uncle was too aggressive.
These senior disciples must have suffered grievances and are looking to take it out on Wang Zongsheng!
Wang Zongsheng was on the verge of tears.
Oh well, so be it; it’s just a good beating, right? I’ll be back in shape in a few days, but poor Brother Jianye, dragged into this and getting hit for nothing. His frail body, can it even withstand a beating?
At that moment.
Wang Shouzhe and Jii Mingyu walked out of the Profound Ice Hall.
The two were chatting and laughing as if they were long-lost friends.
The senior disciples about to teach Wang Zongsheng a lesson halted their actions.
"Brother Mingyu, take good care of your injuries when you return," Wang Shouzhe said with genuine concern, "Once you’re recovered, come visit me in Changning, and I’ll be sure to show you around."
"Younger Brother Shouzhe," Jii Mingyu bowed politely, "Our discussion has been truly regrettable that we didn’t meet sooner. I’m certain we’ll be friends."
The two bid each other reluctant farewells.
Then Wang Shouzhe saw Wang Zongsheng, smiled at him, and threw him an encouraging glance before striding off.
Jii Mingyu smiled as he patted Wang Zongsheng on the shoulder and said, "You must be Younger Brother Shouzhe’s nephew. His nephew is like my nephew. Feel free to let me know if anyone bothers you in the Profound Ice Hall."
After encouraging him, Jii Mingyu glided away.
And then, those wolf-like senior disciples’ eyes changed.
"Wang Zongsheng, were you shocked just now? The senior brothers were just teasing you~"
"Hahaha, it’s one of our Profound Ice Hall’s unique customs."
Then the group of senior disciples gathered around Wang Zongsheng, warmly building a rapport with him.
"I, I..."
Wang Zongsheng was utterly confused.
It seems like I, Wang Zongsheng, am on a rise.
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Meanwhile.
At the peak of the Purple Mansion Academy.
Amidst the swirling mists, there was an ordinary-looking courtyard.
The courtyard seemed like it hadn’t been maintained for a long time, looking somewhat shabby. Inside were no exotic flowers, spirit fruits, or spirit grasses, just some ordinary plants.
Everything seemed so ordinary.
In the courtyard, inside a worn stone pavilion, sat a man and a woman on old stone benches.
The woman was around her twenties, with a bit of baby fat and an innocent look in her eyes, making her appear younger than she actually was.
The man looked about thirty but, upon closer inspection, one could see the marks left by time on his face.
His gaze was cold and composed, like an unfathomable deep pool.
If placed on Earth, with a suit and watch, he’d be a quintessentially domineering CEO.
"Senior Brother," the woman said with a face full of grievance, "When will Master exit seclusion as you said?"
The man’s cold face showed a hint of a smile, his voice gentle, "Junior Sister, don’t worry. I have already sent a message to Master. He will come out to see you soon."
"Senior Brother, I’m hungry," the woman said weakly, frowning, "I haven’t eaten anything since climbing the mountain with you."
"Sorry, sorry, it’s entirely my fault. I forgot that Junior Sister, being in a low realm, can’t go without food for long," the man said, wiping his storage ring and handing over a few buns. "Junior Sister, these buns are made from spirit grain flour; they’re very filling and can effectively replenish your energy and blood."
"Is that it?"
The woman’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Senior Brother, didn’t you say that our Master is the Vice Dean? With power and influence, with access to all kinds of delicacies, and you’re making me eat this?!"
"Well... Junior Sister, sorry, sorry, but after we see Master, I’ll take you for some good food, just make do for now."