ATPnovel Chapter 136 Another simp
Chapter 136 Another simp
Chapter 136 Another Simp
The situation has stabilized; you should calm down and focus on your cultivation. This seclusion will last for six days.
You have gained a deeper understanding of condensing the sword embryo. Given more time, you will surely be able to condense the sword embryo.
After you emerge from the pass, you find that Zhao Mengxi has been waiting for you with Lingji for quite some time.
Ling'er seemed to dislike the brothel-like atmosphere of the Wangchun Tower outside, and her eyes revealed disdain as she looked at you.
[Ignoring everything else, you went downstairs to check on Han Feiyu's recovery. Yue Chi informed you that Han Feiyu and the girl in the white dress had woken up three days ago.]
After expressing his gratitude, he left Huanzhu Tower. The red-robed monk, however, remained unconscious.
[You checked on the red-robed cultivator's injuries and, after confirming that he was slowly recovering, you left with Zhao Mengxi, relieved. You didn't want him to die at Huanzhu Tower, only to return from the Zhao family home to find it gone.]
[Zhao Mengxi's mount was very fast; you arrived at the mountain range where the Zhao family resided in less than a day. Having been here many times before, you felt a special sense of familiarity.]
Next came the familiar procedure: after meeting Zhao Zhouhui, I went to see Zhao Wuyi.
After successfully persuading the two men, you arrived at the villa that the Zhao family had prepared for you.
Just as you were figuring out your next move, Zhao Mengxi suddenly arrived.
After seeing you, she told you she had a surprise for you, then quickly left, leaving you completely bewildered.
Just as you were wondering what Zhao Mengxi was up to, an uninvited guest arrived outside the courtyard—it was Zhao Zhouhui.
Seeing the other person's dark expression, you instantly understood what Zhao Mengxi had done.
When Zhao Zhouhui asked you when you would marry Zhao Mengxi, your forehead was covered in black lines, and you wished you could devour Zhao Mengxi alive.
Now, this has happened on someone else's turf. Unless the Pavilion Master of Listening Rain intervenes, you'll have to take the blame whether you want to or not.
Even if this matter is false, as long as Zhao Wuyi intervenes, the falsehood can only become the truth. After all, you truly have no one behind you and can only silently suffer the loss.
You told Zhao Zhouhui that this matter needed to be discussed with Zhao Wuyi, and he readily took you to see Zhao Wuyi.
After the meeting, you will present the "Supreme Corpse Refining Method of the Nine Netherworlds" written by Master You, and state that it is your betrothal gift.
Upon seeing that it was a secret technique of the Purple Mansion, Zhao Wuyi's face lit up with joy, and he immediately set the date for your marriage to Zhao Mengxi on December 1st.
You felt a chill run down your spine. This time it was a full three days earlier than the time before, and it was also set for December 1st.
You made up your mind to hold out until your wedding day and show Zhao Mengxi how capable you were.
Back at the villa, you sat alone in the room, unable to swallow your anger.
So you decided—
First, in a fit of anger, I lost my temper.
Second, go find your fiancée, Zhao Mengxi.
"You damn roast chicken! All you do all day is cause trouble! What mischief are you plotting this time?"
Li Qingyi drank a cup of cold tea, still somewhat puzzled.
Upon closer reflection, Li Qingyi realized that Zhao Mengxi's actions were becoming increasingly contradictory.
In Li Qingyi's mind, she recalled the conversation between Zhao Mengxi and Cui Yao at Wangchun Tower last night.
After thinking for a while, he felt a headache coming on and couldn't understand what this woman was trying to do.
Returning to the Zhao family and staging this forced marriage drama, what exactly is he trying to achieve? If you say that Zhao Mengxi has feelings for him, Li Qingyi would never believe it, even if you beat him to death.
Judging from their conversation last night, their relationship seems to be more than just casual.
Judging from their conversation last night, the two of them gave Li Qingyi the feeling of a couple arguing after breaking up.
With this in mind, Li Qingyi was no longer worried.
"Should we go find Cui Yao and ask him about the situation? Since the simulation is stuck here anyway, we might as well go and sound him out first."
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Just do it.
Li Qingyi felt that Cui Yao was most likely still in Xuan Ce City, and it wouldn't be too late to find him, find out the situation, and then make a choice.
After all, this woman's thoughts are unpredictable; it's better to figure her out before dealing with her.
He spread his divine sense and searched through Xuan Ce City. Before long, he found Cui Yao in a private room of a tavern.
Cui Yao sat by the window, with several small dishes in front of him and a pot of wine that was more than half empty.
Li Qingyi felt a chill run down her spine; it really felt like a couple breaking up.
In a flash, Li Qingyi climbed in through the window.
"Who?!" Cui Yao instantly became alert, his magical power flickering around him, and he stopped holding the wine cup.
Upon recognizing you, his brows furrowed immediately, and displeasure flashed across his face: "It's you? What are you doing here?"
Li Qingyi gave a seemingly sincere smile, walked to the table, picked up an empty cup, and filled it: "Brother Cui, I was too impulsive last night, and my words were quite offensive. I have come to apologize."
Having said that, he raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp.
"Hmph!" Cui Yao snorted coldly, not raising his cup, his gaze scrutinizing you. "Why must you be like this, Master Fang? If you have something to say, just say it."
Li Qingyi was immediately embarrassed. He couldn't very well say that he had come to inquire about the relationship between the two, could he?
He always felt that if he said that, Cui Yao would kick him out.
After a moment's thought, Li Qingyi had an idea.
Li Qingyi rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice, saying, "To be honest, Brother Cui, I have a sincere heart for Mengxi, but I don't know much about her past, which often makes her unhappy."
I have come here today with the intention of inquiring, Brother Cui, about what Mengxi was like during his time at the Daoist sect, and what his likes and dislikes were.
Mr. Fang — Mr. Fang really wanted to know more about her.
Cui Yao downed his drink, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Are you here to humiliate me?"
Li Qingyi quickly waved her hand, her expression becoming even more sincere: "Absolutely not! Brother Cui, you've misunderstood! It's just that—when you're in love, you're afraid of losing her, and you're afraid that you're not understanding her feelings and might offend her."
Brother Cui has known Mengxi for many years. If you could offer some guidance, I would be extremely grateful!
As you spoke, you poured yourself another glass, gestured to Cui Yao, and then downed it in one gulp, as if you were using the alcohol to bolster your courage, or perhaps to express your sincerity.
As soon as Li Qingyi said those words, he felt like he was going to vomit.
He never imagined that such disgusting words could come out of his own mouth.
Cui Yao stared at you for a long time, and the hostility and suspicion in his eyes were gradually replaced by a complex emotion.
He didn't answer in the end, but silently pushed the untouched wine jug in front of you.
"drink!"
Li Qingyi was secretly delighted, knowing that things were looking promising.
Without a word, he picked up the wine jug and took a big gulp, his posture bold and unrestrained. The wine was pungent, just ordinary strong liquor, but to a cultivator, it was no different from water.
Seeing this, Cui Yao seemed to be aroused as well, and picked up a pot of wine to drink with you.
As they went back and forth, more and more empty kettles appeared on the table.
None of you mentioned Zhao Mengxi again; you just drank in silence, occasionally exchanging a few trivial anecdotes about your experiences in the martial world or your insights on cultivation.
The atmosphere became somewhat strange, neither that of friends nor pure enemies.
As the sun dips westward, the evening glow gradually fades.
There were already more than a dozen empty wine jars piled up at the feet of the two.
Finally, after another round of drinking, Cui Yao shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, and sighed, "Brother Fang is indeed a straightforward person—if I had known this would happen, I should have brought more spirit wine from the sect. This mortal brew is really bland and not strong enough."
His tone was less cold and more casual.
Li Qingyi shared the same sentiment.
With a Qi Refining Level 9 constitution, it's indeed difficult for someone to get drunk on these kinds of wines; at most, they can just add to the fun.
You nodded and casually agreed, "If Brother Cui comes again next time, I, Fang, will treat you to some good wine so we can drink to our hearts' content."
"Alright! It's a deal!" Cui Yao's eyes lit up slightly, and he even took the initiative to raise the jar and clink it against yours.
Li Qingyi's lips twitched. It seemed that this Daoist genius was also a lover of wine at heart.
A hearty drink washed away much of the unpleasantness of the previous night.
Last night, after Li Qingyi took out a Purple Mansion level talisman, Cui Yao had already placed Li Qingyi on an equal footing with himself.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have drunk with Li Qingyi today, but would have directly asked her to leave.
Cui Yao looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky and the city lights that were gradually coming on. He remained silent for a moment before suddenly speaking: "Brother Fang is truly blessed to have his junior sister treat him with such devotion."
Mr. Cui had known her for nearly a few years, and he believed he had done his best in both spiritual practice and worldly affairs, but he could never win her favor.
Brother Fang, do you know what this feels like?
After hearing this, Li Qingyi paused slightly in the hand holding the wine jar.
"Alright—another simp—"