Chapter 236: Really?
by AshPurgatory2025This is bad.
The day after tomorrow is Wang Xing’s birthday.
Today is almost over; with only one day left, how the hell am I supposed to prepare anything?
Lin Xun wiped his face in frustration in his mind.
It wasn’t that Lin Xun didn’t have any Magic Treasures, but he had very few Immortal-grade, Quasi-Immortal-grade, or even Half-Immortal-grade ones on him.
One of them had been given to Yaya’s older sister—Chu Yaoyao.
Another was given to Nong Qin.
And another was given to Wang Chen.
As for the mandarin duck cauldron he had intercepted, it was given to Bai Luoxue.
One could say that the only Immortal-grade Magic Treasure Lin Xun had left was dark brake.
Maybe I should just give dark brake to Wang Xing.
Lin Xun rubbed his chin and thought to himself; at that moment, dark brake, which was in the courtyard, sensed its Master’s thoughts and its spear shaft gave a tremble.
Bah! scumbag!
“Young Master Lin?” Beside Lin Xun, Sikong Wangxing looked at his tightly furrowed brows and called out softly.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Lin Xun steadied his mind. “When Miss Sikong returned to Tianji City earlier, did your parents say anything?”
“My parents asked about what happened in the Secret Realm, but please rest assured, Young Master; Wang Xing did not tell them any news about you.”
Lin Xun smiled. “I’m not worried about that. However, Miss Sikong’s parents shouldn’t be aware of the Qingtian Xuannü Technique between us, right?”
“Yes.” Sikong Wangxing nodded. “Wang Xing has tactfully tested Father and Mother, and they seem to have no knowledge of the Qingtian Xuannü Technique at all. It should be…”
“It was likely done in secret by your grandfather and that old geezer of a Master of mine.” Lin Xun sighed softly, finishing the sentence for Sikong Wangxing.
Sikong Wangxing lowered her head, silently agreeing.
In fact, Lin Xun had already guessed as much.
After all, Sikong Wangxing was the only princess of Tianji City, an only child.
How could the Sikong couple be willing to let their only daughter sign the Qingtian Xuannü Technique with a ‘cold-blooded’ Devil Head like him?
Wasn’t that just pushing their daughter into a pit of fire?
Lin Xun could even imagine that when the Old City Lord of Tianji City and his Master set the engagement between him and Wang Xing, the Sikong couple must have strongly opposed it.
But in the end, the Sikong couple could not sway the old man.
“Don’t worry, Young Master Lin. Wang Xing will continue to search through ancient texts and strive to dissolve the Qingtian Xuannü Technique as soon as possible, so as not to cause you any trouble.”
Thinking that Lin Xun was troubled by the Karma brought by the Qingtian Xuannü Technique and didn’t want to be entangled with her, Sikong Wangxing spoke slowly.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Lin Xun shook his head. “Although the Qingtian Xuannü Technique links our Karma, it’s only for a hundred years. Within these hundred years…”
At the mention of “within these hundred years,” Lin Xun and Sikong Wangxing glanced at each other and then both turned their heads away.
Because they both remembered… within a hundred years, the Qingtian Xuannü Technique would create countless intersections and encounters for them. It was hard to say that this meeting in Luo City wasn’t a result of the technique.
And as long as the two of them felt even a slight spark of emotion, even just a tiny bit of goodwill, the Qingtian Xuannü Technique would deepen their Karma until they fell completely in love.
A hundred years could be long or short; who could completely guarantee that nothing would happen between them?
“Ahem.”
The atmosphere between them became increasingly subtle. Lin Xun quickly turned his head and continued walking forward.
“Zhu Ling just asked me a bunch of questions. Doesn’t Miss Sikong have anything she wants to ask me?”
“I…” Sikong Wangxing glanced at Lin Xun’s profile, her slender, jade-like fingers clenching tightly.
“Does Young Master Lin… often go to that kind of place?” Sikong Wangxing asked as Lin Xun took two drinks from a roadside shop owner.
“What kind of place?”
Lin Xun handed the Snow Plum Juice to Sikong Wangxing. The Snow Plum Juice was served in a cup made of balloon flower stalks, complete with a straw.
The Balloon Flower Cup was like the plastic cups from his previous life, but more environmentally friendly. Sometimes Lin Xun suspected that the technology tree of this world was developed in a very strange way.
“I mean… pleasure quarters…” Holding the Snow Plum Juice, Sikong Wangxing lowered her head even further.
“Well… I wouldn’t say often.” Lin Xun was also a bit embarrassed.
Hearing Lin Xun’s answer, Sikong Wangxing breathed a small sigh of relief and gently sipped through the straw.
However, Lin Xun’s next words soon caused the young girl’s pearly teeth to leave a bite mark on the straw.
“It’s just that when others treat me to dinner, they like to invite me there. When there are celebrations, they also like to invite me. Occasionally, I’ll go take a look myself. It’s about once every two or three days.”
Once every two or three days—how is that not often?
Sipping the Snow Plum Juice, Sikong Wangxing felt a tightness in her chest.
The young girl knew that feeling this way was irrational, as her formal connection with Young Master Lin would completely vanish before long.
But she just couldn’t restrain her thoughts and emotions; she didn’t want him to go to that place.
Seeing Sikong Wangxing sipping the Snow Plum Juice with her fair cheeks slightly puffed out, Lin Xun quickly explained, “I only go to watch the dancing and listen to some tunes. I haven’t done anything else!”
“Really?” Sikong Wangxing looked up, her pair of brilliant Star Eyes blinking as she gazed at Lin Xun.
It was just a simple glance, yet it made Lin Xun’s old face turn red.
“Really.” Lin Xun avoided Sikong Wangxing’s gaze.
Actually, Lin Xun felt that he had no need to explain at all.
But if he didn’t explain, he felt as if he were being shot at by a thousand Hilichurls with bows and arrows, making him feel extremely uneasy.
“Your injuries should be fine by now, right?” Lin Xun changed the subject.
But it was clearly asking something he already knew.
If Sikong Wangxing’s injuries hadn’t fully healed, how could Tianji City possibly let her out, even with Death Warriors following her?
“Mhm.”
Sikong Wangxing held the cup with both hands. It was unclear if the cup was too large or if her hands were just too small.
Even though she held it with both hands, she still couldn’t quite wrap them around it, giving her a delicate and cute appearance.
Lin Xun stopped looking at Sikong Wangxing, fearing he would fall for her in the next moment. “What about the Great Joy Temple? Does your Tianji City have any plans?”
“Father and Mother are already starting preparations to deal with the Great Joy Temple. However, the Great Joy Temple has a formidable foundation and won’t be easy to handle.”
“True. After all, that Old Ancestor of the Great Joy Temple is at the Late Stage of the Immortal Realm. After this period of secluded cultivation, he should be at the half-step Ascension stage.”
Lin Xun nodded while rubbing his chin.
Just as he finished speaking, Lin Xun suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up.
“Miss Sikong, I just remembered I have some matters to attend to. I’ll be going now.”
Lin Xun gave a respectful bow to Sikong Wangxing.
“For the Ice and Snow Festival the day after tomorrow, if you are free, Miss Sikong, please wait for me a moment on the arched bridge of Luo Lake during the Hour of the Pig.”
With those words, Lin Xun hurriedly turned and left, leaving the young girl standing there alone.
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