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That person smiled and humbly bowed. ”You flatter me, I dare not hold that title…” he said to the people around him.

Yun Hen smirked, but Meng Fuyao pulled him away and headed towards the exit. The person who was socializing suddenly turned around and a curious gaze landed on her figure.

Meng Fuyao had already walked out of the door in big strides, far away from the ”virtuous couple”.

When they ate dinner, Meng Fuyao bit on her chopsticks and was deeply absorbed in thought. She asked Zong Yue, ”What now? How did I not know that my reputation has spread to Heaven Demon? Now there's a bit of difficulty if I want to stir some trouble in this place. Zhan Nancheng will never want a General of another nation to enter his court.”

Zong Yue focused on eating - he ate only the food in front of him and refused to let other chopsticks enter his territory. He was all the more against the idea of someone talking to him while he was eating.

However, Meng Fuyao had always been thick-skinned, and she never cared about what Zong Yue's expression was whenever she wanted to say something. Seeing that his food was under the risk of being contaminated by her saliva, he promptly shifted his bowl away and answered, ”That's easy, just cut your ties with Wuji.”

Meng Fuyao uttered dumbfoundedly, ”How?”

”Leave it to Zhangsun Wuji. He has a thousand ways to make Zhan Nancheng believe that you're a materialistic villain who is physically strong but simple-minded, and who despises the poor treatment of Wuji Nation and wishes to change allegiance to Heaven Demon,” replied Zong Yue, in a rare occasion that he did not talk in circles. ”But the pre-condition is you have to be the champion. Only then will the talent-scarce Heaven Demon try to rope you in.”

”Oh,” Meng Fuyao responded as she searched for pen and paper with her chicken wing still in her mouth. As she wrote, she read it aloud. ”Dear Crown Prince, please think of a way to let Zhan Nancheng have the impression that I am a materialistic villain who is physically strong but simple-minded, and who despises the poor treatment of Wuji Nation and wishes to change allegiance to Heaven Demon…”

If he choked to death while reading it, that would be perfect.

”I think that it's a bit hard to be Number One this year,” said Yun Hen, who only ate vegetables and picked out all of the scallions and garlic. ”Fuyao, not sure if you noticed, but the Yan couple seems weird.”

Meng Fuyao fell silent - of course, she noticed it. Just one look was enough to make her realize that Yan Jingchen's martial arts skills improved at the speed of light. Even his inner energy felt slightly different. That change did not seem to be because of the Stirring Thunder Technique but some eccentric skills, as a green fog seemed to circulate below his eyes. As for Pei Yuan, though her face had not yet been seen, Meng Fuyao remembered that her martial arts skills were disabled by Zhan Beiye. Recalling how she walked in the day, she had obviously recovered. What was going on?

Furthermore, during the Taiyuan incident, Yan Jingchen chose to save her instead of Pei Yuan, and the latter was so angry that she even vomited blood. After such drama, why was she still willing to marry him? Did she really love him so much that she could forgive everything he did?

Or did she feel that the only man in the world was Yan Jingchen?

Meng Fuyao's brain was in a tangled mess. Thinking that the Yan couple had always been weird people, and not humans that a normal person like her could understand, she decided to give up. She laughed and asked Yun Hen, ”You're Scarless Sword, aren't you? This name sounds so much more pro than that ”Flying Double Sword”. Zhan Beiye said that you had a fortuitous encounter, what was it?”

”After Taiyuan split, I once led the army to battle with Shangyuan,” Yun Hen explained simply. ”When my subordinate and I were too worn out from chasing an enemy, we accidentally walked into the depths of a mountain and met an old Taoist that had rotten skin on the bottom of his foot. I piggie-backed him out of a cave, and before I left, he patted my back and told me 'Good personality, good physique, I will give you a gift to express my gratitude'. I didn't think too much about it then, but when I went back, I realized that someone had written an entire set of sword skills and inner energy pointers. There were only 3 stances for the sword skills, but there could be countless transformations. Up until now, I have not fully discovered all of them.”

Meng Fuyao choked and spat out the chicken wing that she was chewing on, causing the guinea pig to stare at her defiantly. Meanwhile, Zong Yue had already flashed away with his bowl in his arms. He instructed the housekeeper, ”Next time, I'll trouble you to bring my food to the room. I'm not able to eat properly in such a situation.”

Meng Fuyao could not be bothered with him. She grabbed onto Yun Hen's sleeve and questioned, ”A very ragged old Taoist? One that looked perverted at first sight? With rotten skin on his head and pus on his feet? Body filled with scrambling fleas?”

Recalling for a moment, Yun Hen answered, ”I didn't notice the fleas.” It was basically admitting that the Taoist was indeed very perverted.

Meng Fuyao let out a long sigh and threw the chicken wing to one side. As her eyes stared lifelessly at the ceiling, she muttered, ”Out to bring misfortune to people again…”

Yun Hen turned towards her and asked, ”You know him?”

”I know him, and very well too,” said Meng Fuyao through her gritted teeth. She patted Yun Hen and added, ”Your luck could have been good or bad. Anyways, the next time you see that old guy, be sure to avoid him. When he's free, he likes to act like a disabled or a lunatic to talk to people on the streets. If he likes you, good for you. If he doesn't, you're bound to be in trouble. You can't possibly have such great luck every time so stay away from him.”

Yun Hen looked at her, a stroke of starry light flashing by in his eyes. He said, ”I feel that he's my benefactor. Otherwise, how would I be able to chase you… your level?”

Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a bit when he was halfway through his sentence, but immediately relaxed when he finished. Heartily patting on his shoulder, she responded, ”Hey, it's alright, we are all family, we won't fight each other.”

Something darker and more solemn appeared in his expression as he gazed at Meng Fuyao. A while later, he advised, ”Ms. Meng, the Yan couple is weird, don't let down your guard.”