Chapter 290: 47: Lici! Vice President, I have decided to raise you_1

Chapter 290: Chapter 47: Lici! Vice President, I have decided to raise you_1

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Fang Youan and the others wisely made their exit from Mysterious Ice Palace.

Alas, Old Ancestor, how can you ignore such a juicy piece of gossip?

Meanwhile, voices could faintly be heard from within Mysterious Ice Palace.

“Junior sister… ” Master Changchun sounded as if she had just lost her family, wailing, “Alright, alright, I’ll go with you! Junior sister, be gentle.”

The dialogue made Wang Shouzhe’s eyebrows twitch; those cruel words were quite aggressive.

It seemed that the relationship between Master Changchun and Master Binglan was truly extraordinary.

Seeing Wang Shouzhe’s eyes rolling in thought, Old Ancestor Longyan quickly pulled him aside, whispering, “Don’t let your imagination run wild. The inner chamber of Master Binglan’s room is an entire mysterious ice space. She usually cultivates in there. It’s not what you’re imagining….”

“Uh, well… Old Ancestor, before you explained, I really hadn’t thought about that.”

But now he was truly thinking about it.

Fang Youan was also sweating coldly, hurrying to intervene, “Mingyu, you should escort Brother Shouzhe.”

As a direct disciple, he knew a thing or two about the inner workings of the situation.

The two indeed had deep grievances, but it wasn’t as unbearable as Wang Shouzhe imagined.

If he stayed any longer, he feared he’d only deepen the misunderstanding.

Meanwhile,

Wang Zongsheng and Yuwen JianYe were surrounded by a group of eager senior disciples at the arena beside Mysterious Ice Palace’s plaza.

All of them were at least in their thirties or fifties and the weakest among them was at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Realm. Poor Wang Zongsheng and Yuwen JianYe, surrounded by them, looked like innocent lambs that had wandered into a pack of wolves.

It’s over, it’s over~ Fourth Uncle was too ruthless.

These senior disciples must have been upset and were taking out their frustration on him, Wang Zongsheng!

Wang Zongsheng wanted to weep but had no tears.

Whatever, whatever, isn’t it just a beating? His strong body would recover in a few days. It was such a pity for Brother JianYe, who had been implicated and was also going to be beaten up. His frail body might not be able to withstand the beating.

Just then…

Wang Shouzhe and Ji Mingyu emerged from the Mysterious Ice Palace.

The two were chatting and laughing as they walked, like long-time friends who had just been reunited.

The senior disciples who had been ready to take out their frustrations on Wang Zongsheng instantly ceased their actions.

“Brother Mingyu, you should go back and recover properly,” Wang Shouzhe said with a concerned expression. “When you’re healed, come visit me in Changning, and I’ll show you the best hospitality.”

“Brother Shouzhe,” Ji Mingyu also responded very courteously, “I truly feel it’s a pity that we didn’t meet earlier. You and I are now sworn brothers.”

The two bid each other farewell reluctantly.

Afterwards, Wang Shouzhe saw Wang Zongsheng, smiled at him, gave him an encouraging look, and then left graciously.

Ji Mingyu then lightly patted Wang Zongsheng’s shoulder and said, “You must be Shouzhe’s nephew. His nephew is my nephew. Study hard at the Mysterious Ice Palace. If anyone bullies you, feel free to tell me.”

After encouraging him, Ji Mingyu also elegantly left.

Then those senior disciples, who had looked as fierce as wolves and tigers, instantly changed their expressions.

“Wang Zongsheng, we did not scare you, did we? We senior brothers were just joking with you~”

“Hahaha, it’s just a unique custom of our Mysterious Ice Palace.”

Then, the senior disciples gathered around Wang Zongsheng, amicably trying to establish a connection with him.

“I, I…”

Wang Zongsheng was utterly confused.

It seemed that Wang Zongsheng might really be on the rise.

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Meanwhile,

At the peak of the Purple Abode Academic Palace.

The mountain peak was shrouded in mist, and there was an ordinary-looking yard.

This yard seemed to have been unkempt for a long time and looked a bit dilapidated. There weren’t any exotic flowers or plants, spirit fruit, or spirit grass in the yard. Everything was quite ordinary.

Within the yard, in a run-down stone pavilion, a man and a woman were seated on an old stone bench.

The woman, in her early twenties, had a chubby, naive face that made her look much younger than her actual age.

The man looked only about thirty years old, but upon closer inspection, one could see the traces of time etched onto his face.

His gaze was cold and composed, rather like an unfathomable abyss.

If he were to be placed on Earth, dressed in a suit, and given a watch to wear, he’d look exactly like a powerful, domineering CEO.

“Senior Brother,” the girl said sadly, “when will Master come out of his seclusion?”

A smile appeared on the man’s stern face as he softly said, “Don’t worry, little sister. I’ve already sent a message to our Master. He’ll come out and meet you as soon as possible.”

“Senior Brother, I’m hungry,” the girl said weakly, her eyebrows furrowed. “I haven’t eaten anything since we came up the mountain.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s my fault for forgetting that your cultivation realm is still too low to go for long periods without eating,” the man said, pulling out a few buns from his storage ring. “Little sister, these buns are made from spirit wheat flour. They stave off hunger while replenishing your Qi and blood.”

“Just this?”

The woman’s eyes widened in astonishment, “Senior brother, didn’t you say our Master is the deputy dean? He is powerful and has access to all sorts of delicacies. Why do you want me to eat this?”

“Well…I’m sorry, little sister. After meeting our Master, I will take you to have some delicacies. Just bear with this for now.”