Chapter 58: Azure Cloud (36)

Yue Qianxun was trapped in the array for three days and three nights, finally racking his brains to break the messy formation set by Mister Mu.

He urgently needed sleep and food. When he left Mister Mu’s place, his two legs seemed to be walking on their own, and his resentment soared to the sky, almost tangible.

Unfortunately, he ran into a group of blind fools looking for trouble. If it were any other time, he would have learned from He Tingtong: courtesy first, force second—try to persuade them, and if they didn’t listen, then fight.

But today, he was simply too tired. He just wanted to roll back, take a bath, eat, and then lie on his bed—which was neither too soft nor too hard—and sleep for a day and a night.

Many people in Langhuan Pavilion found him an eyesore. In the past, he was easily targeted. After getting beaten, he would run back to complain to He Tingtong, who handled it a couple of times. Unfortunately, that group refused to learn their lesson and came in waves every few days to ask for a beating.

Although he was an Array Master, he was different from those pampered young masters who couldn’t truss a chicken. After all, he was an Array Cultivator living in the Sword Pavilion courtyard!

Usually, whenever there was time, the three Sword Cultivators in the same courtyard would drag him out for practice. Over time, while his swordsmanship might not be great, he became extremely familiar with how to beat up Array Masters—he knew it inside out.

Later, after fighting so much, he learned to set traps on his necessary routes. This greatly saved his fighting efficiency, and he was never late for sleep again.

The evening’s event was just a small daily interlude for him. Giving them a lashing would keep them quiet for at least a month. Drifting back to the small courtyard like a ghost, Yue Qianxun pushed open the door and saw Zhang Duixue exercising, He Tingtong busy in the small kitchen, and Fu Fengyan running around doing who-knows-what.

“Brother Xue, Brother Tong, Brother Wood.” Yue Qianxun staggered to the table, poured a cup of water, took a lick, and then collapsed feebly. “I’m starving to death!”

Tonight, there were four dishes and one soup.

Yue Qianxun swept through everything, his head almost buried in the bowl.

After wandering outside for over a month, Dean Xu finally returned. The moment he came back, he was blocked in the study by Fu Fengyan.

Fu Fengyan finally found the opportunity to implement his “door-closing plan.”

Pressing the man down at the desk, he said expressionlessly, “He Tingtong fainted from exhaustion.”

Dean Xu exchanged pleasantries, “Hard work, hard work.”

“Dean, everything from now on is up to you. Please write out the development plan for Azure Cloud Academy for the next three years within one month, and write out and resolve all administrative processes.” Fu Fengyan’s voice was icy. He pressed on the desk, staring at the old man whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, and said faintly, “I will guard right here. I won’t let you out until you finish writing.”

Dean Xu waved his hands repeatedly. “…Not to that extent, not to that extent.”

Realizing he had pushed them too far, his conscience finally kicked in. He explained to the aggressive Fu Fengyan, “Don’t worry, Little Fu. I won’t go out for the second half of the year. I won’t let you two be busy anymore. I’ll do it myself. But my old arms and legs move inconveniently. Doing three years’ work in one month might cost me my old life. Have some pity on this old man!”

Fu Fengyan: “Really?”

Dean Xu: “Whoever lies is a puppy!”

Only then did Dean Xu gain the right to a brief breath of fresh air; the stubborn door god finally left the entrance.

He Tingtong finally possessed a lot of free time. Whenever he was free, he would cook. Actually, whether it was Zhang Duixue or Fu Fengyan, they would both try to show off their skills when free, but obviously, they had no talent. The things they made were either unwatchable or inedible.

Regaining delicious meals, Yue Qianxun chewed and chewed, moved almost to tears.

This was the feeling of being alive. So happy!

“Someone blocked you again?” He Tingtong looked at the tear on his clothes and asked softly.

“Mn-hm.” Yue Qianxun stuffed a huge mouthful of rice, his cheeks bulging slightly. “They called me a dog thing and scolded me for being ugly. Bah! So what if this young master is disfigured? I’m beautiful on the inside. Unlike them—ugly on the outside is one thing, but their hearts are filthy too, stinking to high heaven.”

“I hung them on the bamboo and gave them a beating. Tomorrow they’ll probably go complain to Old Man Lu again.” Yue Qianxun lifted his head, looking at He Tingtong with longing. “Brother Tong, you’ll cover me, right?”

He Tingtong: “They started it?”

Yue Qianxun nodded.

“That was self-defense. You hit a bit hard, so your punishment is to eat an extra bowl of rice.”

Yue Qianxun shoveled rice furiously. “Another bowl!”

“Did you see any strange figures today?” He Tingtong asked casually while serving him rice.

“Did I?” Yue Qianxun scratched his head. “I don’t think so. I haven’t seen any strangers for days. Did something happen?”

“Nothing, just eat.” He Tingtong stuffed his mouth with meat.

So Yue Qianxun stopped using his brain. He was in his growth spurt and seemed unable to get full no matter how much he ate. After the three older brothers finished, he swept all the leftovers into his bowl to finish up. He threw the dirty dishes into the water to wash, then hummed a little tune as he went to the washroom to scrub himself clean. Back in his room, he meditated calmly for two hours, then lay down straight to sleep.

Another unpretentious and delightful day.

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The sandalwood incense was half-burnt, smoke drifting ethereally. The tea in Yun Zhi’s palm was scalding hot, but he stared blankly at the picturesque immortal before him, unaware that his palm was turning red from the heat.

“You grew up with He Tingtong, so presumably, you understand him best.” Xie Xuanxiao gently brushed aside the tea foam. “When did you notice his temperament changing drastically?”

“The Young Palace Master is asking you a question! Speak up!”

With a shout, Yun Zhi snapped back to reality. He quickly placed the cup on the table, clutching his reddened palm, and whispered, “Sorry for the disrespect.”

“The winter before last, Little Senior Brother led all of us on a trial, but we encountered a Fifth Realm demon. To save us, he lured the demon away alone but accidentally got injured and fell off a cliff.” Yun Zhi downplayed the events, hiding many things. “At that time, a blizzard was passing through the Hanshan Border. Our cultivation was low, and we couldn’t withstand the cold, so we had no way to rescue him. Everyone thought he was dead. But when the snow stopped, he was carried back to the sect by that blind… by Fu Fengyan. And after the physician checked, they found he had only suffered minor injuries.”

“Even stranger was that Little Senior Brother used to be taciturn, dull, and withdrawn. But after surviving that disaster, he suddenly became glib and smooth-talking.”

“Whether it was spiritual power or swordsmanship, he used them more proficiently than before.”

Yun Zhi lowered his eyes, looking heartbroken.

“I grew up with Little Senior Brother and lived with him since childhood. I know best if he changed. But I truly didn’t expect that when I raised objections, he chased to kill me within the sect. I jumped off a building to call for help, but he stabbed himself, damaged his Spiritual Altar, and left with that guy named Fu.”

“Spiritual Altar damage is such a severe injury; how could he, a rogue cultivator, afford to treat it? Yet when I met him now, Little Senior Brother seems not only unharmed but his cultivation has even improved.”

The youth’s face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed, looking at the person in front of him as if pleading for help. “Yun Zhi has low cultivation and grew up in a bitter cold place, lacking worldly experience. But what happened to Little Senior Brother truly puzzles me a hundred times over.”

“The Young Palace Master is knowledgeable. With all these points, I only beg you to clear up my confusion.”

Xie Xuanxiao nodded, his face full of sympathy. “A person one gets along with day and night suddenly swapping souls—this is indeed shocking.”

Then he looked at the proper old man sitting to the side and hesitated, “Dean Xu, what do you think of this…”

Dean Xu adjusted his clothes. Looking at the crowd waiting for his stance, his forehead began to ache. “Young people are always moody; it’s common for personalities to change every now and then. Moreover, as you said, He Tingtong experienced a life-and-death crisis. Changing from introverted to extroverted—maybe he just had an epiphany?”

“To characterize it as possession based solely on personality changes seems like nonsense to this old man.”

“As for the Spiritual Altar matter, this old man doesn’t know, but presumably, the Guili Sword Master would be clear.” Dean Xu looked toward “Qin Tan” on the other side. The young man’s palms were sweating, his expression unkind. Leaning back in his chair, his narrow eyes glanced downward. “In the eighth year of Linde, I retrieved pills from the Hole of Emptiness Secret Realm. When I came out, I met He Tingtong and Fu Fengyan. Seeing their ragged clothes, truly pitiful, and happening to have a Spirit Renewal Pill on hand, I saved him and patched that crack.”

“As for Azure Cloud Academy, I brought them here.” Su Tan looked at Yun Zhi, whose fingers were twisting his clothes tightly, and frowned. “Talk of possession is nonsense. Anyone who seizes a body will inevitably have blood and evil energy lingering around their primordial spirit. He Tingtong’s soul is clear and upright; how could he be a possessor?”

“This Little Gentleman, are you truly acquainted with He Tingtong? You aren’t being coerced by someone to maliciously accuse and slander others, are you?”

Early this morning, Xie Xuanxiao had asked someone to gather all the academy masters here, claiming he had obtained a packet of immortal tea and inviting the masters to taste it.

He wanted to refuse, but after three calls and four invitations, and since Dean Xu was also there, he went along. Who knew Xie Xuanxiao actually brewed a good pot of tea?

“The Guili Sword Master is incorrect!” Master Lu huffed coldly. “Besides forceful possession, there is also willing sacrifice. If he willingly offered his shell to an evil demon, allowing the demon to resurrect while the original soul dissipated, naturally, he wouldn’t carry a trace of evil energy.”

“In this old man’s opinion, it’s better to directly separate the soul to examine it. If it is a possessor, the soul will naturally be different from ordinary people.”

Su Tan frowned and asked Qin Tan, “What is separating the soul for examination?”

Qin Tan didn’t speak but directly took over the account. He looked down on the crowd and sneered, “Old man, you say it lightly. Separating the soul for examination—to think of such an insidious method, are you sure you aren’t a Daoist Master of Wuqilu rather than an Elder of Yuanchen Palace?”

“Splitting the soul causes massive damage; it can’t be healed without three to five years. Since the injury doesn’t fall on you, you don’t feel the pain. Just because this ignorant child feels something is strange, you believe him? If I feel your brain is full of fat, stupid as a pig, unworthy of your position, and unlike what an Elder of Yuanchen Palace should be—suspected of being possessed by a pig’s head—would you be willing to split your soul for us to check?”

Master Lu raised his hand, pointing at Qin Tan and stuttering “You, you, you” for a long time, his face flushing red, unable to speak.

“Both of you, calm down, calm down. Why hurt the harmony over a student?” Dean Xu quickly popped up to stop them. He scratched his temple and sighed, “The method of separating the soul is too cruel. This is an academy, not a torture hall. Why bother? Students come here to study, not to be questioned. Of course, since Azure Cloud Academy stands here, we won’t tolerate evil demons barging in to run wild.”

“Examining the soul is nothing more than looking at that person’s primordial spirit. If the soul matches the body, then it’s the original.” Dean Xu stood up. “I remember, Lord Hong, you seem to have made a Spirit Wandering Mirror that only allows the primordial spirit to enter?”

Master Hong of the Mechanics Pavilion was suddenly named. He responded and sat up straight. “There is indeed one. I named it the Three Lives Marriage Mirror. It was just something made casually for my wife to play matchmaker with.”

Dean Xu emphasized, “Lord Hong, can it reflect the primordial spirit?”

Master Hong puffed out his chest. “Naturally.”

Dean Xu said briskly, “Then lend it to me!”

While the two here began discussing how to probe the soul, in his consciousness, Su Tan was spinning anxiously. “Are we not clear whether Little He possessed a body? He didn’t possess; he transmigrated! The soul is definitely different! What to do, what to do? My fellow townsman is only seventeen; what does he know?”

“He hasn’t even come of age yet. Whoever wants to come to this hellhole can come! Dragon pools and tiger dens aside, what’s wrong with a child being a bit cheerful! How good it is to love smiling! One look at this guy named Yun and I feel he’s full of bad water. If the original host lived happily, why would he be dull and withdrawn?”

“How pitiful Little He was when we first met. Two kids in ragged clothes, skinny as sticks. Finally raised some meat on them, and now you come over wanting to inspect without a word. You cultivation world people have no human touch at all!”

Qin Tan’s head ached from the noise. Annoyed to the extreme, he lowered his eyes and stared at Yun Zhi, his gaze like a knife, almost slicing the person into pieces. “When this Venerable One traveled the four directions, I met many people and hunted a few spirits who became demons. I also served as a deacon in the Immortal Alliance’s Discipline Hall for two years. You are still young; I won’t interrogate you, but I have a question.”

“Are the words you spoke today from your heart? Were you not instructed by others?”

Xie Xuanxiao placed his teacup on the table and advised calmly, “Guili Sword Master, this concerns the safety of the academy, so naturally, it must be investigated strictly. I know He Tingtong is your student. Although kinship makes a difference, you cannot cover up a mistake.”

Yun Zhi knelt straight down in front of everyone and pointed to the sky to swear, “I, Yun Zhi, am willing to swear on my Dao Heart. If there is half a false word today, may I die a bad death.”

“Good.” Qin Tan sat down, letting Su Tan make a ruckus in his brain, and spoke no more.

“Although this mirror can reflect the primordial spirit, it stores many storybooks my wife loves to read. It can indeed pull people in, but the scenes…” Master Hong’s old face blushed. “Might be unsightly.”

“What’s there to worry about?” Master Lu was generous. “We’ve lived for hundreds of years; what haven’t we seen?”

Qin Tan swept a calm glance over him, making his scalp tighten. “There are two days until the final exam. Since there needs to be a trial anyway, why not throw all this year’s students in? Since we are investigating, let’s investigate thoroughly.”

Master Hong said coyly, “That’s not very good, is it?”

“What’s not good about it? It’s great! Spirit stones have to be used anyway. Activating it for one person uses that much; activating it for a group uses the same.” Dean Xu clapped his hands. “It’s not easy to make money these days. You don’t manage the household, so you don’t know the cost of fuel and rice. Qin Tan, ah, you kid have brains—thrifty!”

Yun Zhi’s face was pale, pupils trembling, fingers digging into his robe, trying his best to suppress his shaking. No matter how many people’s gazes lingered on him, he spoke no more, acting as if he feared Qin Tan.

This Spirit Wandering Mirror had been used for many years and was in a stable state. Plus, since it was for peeking and shouldn’t be discovered, the time for the spell was chosen at the third quarter of the Hour of the Rat (midnight).

In the dead silence, Master Hong expanded the Spirit Wandering Mirror. The main body of the mirror was only three inches large. To encompass so many people, they could only use another medium, such as lake water.

Azure Cloud Academy’s Guangwen Marsh was large enough, far enough, and wide enough. Using the lake water as a mirror to encompass an entire building was very appropriate, especially since the new students lived by the lake.

As for the protagonist who needed to be spied on this time, He Tingtong, Dean Xu sent him a message asking to meet by Guangwen Marsh at night.

He Tingtong replied: “Dean, where do you want to go play again?”

Everyone stared at him. Dean Xu held the communication artifact and coughed. “Important business. Come secretly alone.”

He Tingtong replied quickly: “If there are administrative affairs, you can say so directly. Rest assured, Dean, A-Fu has been scolded by me; he won’t lock you up again.”

Under everyone’s scornful gazes, the Dean touched his nonexistent conscience and sighed. “I’m fishing at Guangwen Marsh. Can’t grill. Little He, come help me grill them. Bring chili.”

He Tingtong: “Coming right away.”

A certain master complained in a low voice: “No wonder the fish in Guangwen Marsh are always missing. Turns out they went into your belly.”

Dean Xu coughed repeatedly, pretending not to understand.

Qin Tan didn’t participate. He stood on the building, counting the time. The moment Master Hong drew the water to make the mirror, he took a rain flower stone from his bosom and threw it into mid-air. A muffled thunder clapped in the sky, followed by a pouring downpour that happened to envelope the entire Azure Cloud Academy. When the Spirit Wandering Mirror was released, it met the endless curtain of rain. Heaven and earth went quiet. A moment later, it suddenly retracted. The sound of rain seemed to be swallowed by something. Amidst the myriad water vapors, Master Lu shouted curses, “Qin Tan, what are you doing!”

The unruly Guili Sword Master looked askance at the crowd. “Why only test my student? Since we’re doing this, let’s do it together.”

Master Lu rushed over to look at the water mirror. The Marriage Mirror had swallowed too many primordial spirits in one breath. Even with the medium’s boost, the mirror body dimmed significantly. Watching the spirit stones turn to ash, Dean Xu couldn’t help wailing, “Qin Tan, you prodigal son! That’s three hundred catties of spirit stones!”

Qin Tan remained impervious. “I’ll pay. As for the others, get in there.”

He turned to look at Yun Zhi and Xie Xuanxiao, saying coldly, “Do I need to invite you?”

Yun Zhi staggered out the door, collapsing to the ground as soon as he touched the rain. Xie Xuanxiao held an umbrella, looking at Qin Tan while shaking his head slowly. “Guili Sword Master, you are being a bit too domineering.”

Qin Tan sat down, crossed his legs, and stared at the person coldly. “So what if I’m domineering? Aren’t you all equally domineering? If I’m not happy, don’t even think about smiling.”

If not for Dean Xu stopping him, Master Lu would have jumped up to hit someone. Qin Tan pointed at Xie Xuanxiao. “If you don’t go, I’ll throw you in.”

Xie Xuanxiao had to stand up. “Since you want fairness, then as you wish.”

The youth collapsed in the rain and was dragged to the corridor by seven hands and eight feet. Su Tan clicked his tongue. “With so many people in now, are you planning to create confusion so they have no time to care about Little He?”

“No.” Qin Tan leaned back in his chair, watching the overwhelming rain outside, his face icy. “Since they made up their minds to bully my person, let’s see if they can protect their own people. Being in the Five Sects, where is his Xie Clan so noble? If I don’t vent this anger, it will damage my Dao Heart.”

Su Tan: “…You’re awesome!”

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He Tingtong was summoned by the Dean at night. He had learned so many things from Dean Xu; grilling a fish for him was just to make him happy.

The stout spirit fish in Guangwen Marsh were numbered; others were forbidden from fishing privately. But the whole Azure Cloud Academy belonged to Dean Xu. Him occasionally catching one to eat was harmless.

After packing things in the kitchen, He Tingtong brought a knife and seasoning. Hearing the noise, Fu Fengyan had already come out.

“I want to go too.” At night, Fu Fengyan’s eyes seemed to glow.

“Then let’s go.” Since he couldn’t sleep anyway, walking might help.

But halfway there, a heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. White mist blurred the vision. Cold rain fell on his body. Before he could react, his body suddenly felt heavy. Then He Tingtong went limp and fell into Fu Fengyan’s arms.

Fu Fengyan’s eyes turned purple. He watched the phantom primordial spirits gathering from all directions and frowned. Pulling so many people’s consciousness together in one place—what evil art were the masters performing?

Couldn’t understand what this group of people wanted to do all day.

Holding He Tingtong, he went to shelter from the rain. Looking at the sleeping youth in his arms, he thought for a moment and finally decided to follow the crowd. Only, his primordial spirit was different; it couldn’t leave the body like others. That tiny mirror would be burst by his soul. Fortunately, he had a life thread with He Tingtong. Spirits linked, just like the thousands of times before, his eyes followed He Tingtong’s eyes, his consciousness followed He Tingtong’s consciousness, drifting and drifting, traveling over thousands of mountains and rivers, finally landing in a scenic small town.

As soon as He Tingtong opened his eyes, he saw a person raising scissors and stabbing toward him. “Why did you marry better than me!”

He Tingtong: “?” Sick?

He took a step back, dodging the assassination. The person missed, staggered two steps, then fell to the ground and began to weep.

“He Tingtong, you stole my husband, stole my everything! I hate you, I hate you, go to hell!”

Seeing that person about to pounce to stab him again, He Tingtong, whose head was chaotic and who hadn’t figured out the situation yet, chose to grab a stool. One smash down, and the wood splintered, successfully knocking the person out.

He dusted the wood chips off his hands and kicked the half-dead youth on the ground. Scratching his head, puzzled, a name blurted out, “Yun Zhi?”

Why am I here? Where is this?

A moment later, hearing several screams, someone rushed in, eyes splitting with rage, pointing at him and cursing, “He Tingtong, how can you be so vicious? What did Yun-er do wrong for you to treat him like this! I’m going to divorce you!”

That face was truly somewhat unfamiliar, but perhaps he had seen it somewhere. However, compared to that ferocious approaching face, He Tingtong’s palm was already raised high.

With a crisp smack, that man was slapped into spinning three circles in the air before falling heavily to the ground, sinking into a sweet slumber like a baby.

He Tingtong shook his numb hand, feeling like he had infinite strength.

Before he could figure out the situation, he heard a high-pitched female voice. “Dare to hit my son! He Tingtong, my Song Family will divorce you! Divorce you!”

“No, Mother-in-law, I was wrong!” He Tingtong’s mouth opened and closed, apologizing like reading a script. But when that smug middle-aged woman pounced to tear at his hair, smack—the middle-aged woman spun two and a half circles and lay quietly alongside her son.

Next were his father-in-law, great-aunt, seven aunts, and eight matrons… That main gate was wide open, and all sorts of people poured in endlessly. They shouted various slogans, accusing him, suppressing him. He Tingtong’s eyes were full of tears, murmuring messy words of self-blame, self-loathing, and guilt, while his two hands worked left and right, slapping one after another from the room to the main gate.

Finally, everyone in the mansion entered a steady nap time. And He Tingtong, while shedding tears, shook his red, swollen, and numb hands, looking at the bodies all over the floor, falling into silence.

Wasn’t he supposed to grill fish for the Dean? What was this situation?

Wait. Halfway there, it rained, then he fainted… Spirit Wandering Mirror?

He Tingtong propped himself up and walked around the yard.

Wasn’t the final exam two days away? Why did the test for new students fall on their heads?

He searched through the pile of “corpses” on the ground. Indeed, regardless of gender or age, although the makeup and dress were slightly different, looking closely, the features were tender—all were students of Azure Cloud Academy.

Sitting on the threshold, He Tingtong couldn’t help rubbing the center of his brows.

What was going on? Was this year’s final exam participated in by the whole school?

Outside the mirror, Qin Tan pointed at He Tingtong, who had just elbowed someone flying half a meter away, and looked at Master Lu. “You said he possessed a body. But looking at the soul now, is it that face? Is it that person?”

“Entering the illusion for less than a quarter of an hour, yet able to distinguish reality from fiction. Such firmness of mind is rare in the world. If I weren’t firm, a good seedling would have been ruined by you right now!”

Master Lu’s face was ugly. He stammered, “Wasn’t the soul not separated? Since it isn’t, then let him continue studying in the academy; it doesn’t hinder anything.”

Qin Tan sneered twice. “The spirit stones used for this test will be paid by your Yuanchen Palace.”

Master Lu: “I’ll pay, I’ll pay!”

He turned his head, concentrating on finding his own Young Palace Master. Among the dense crowd, only the crackling of firecrackers could be heard. Someone was riding a tall horse, triumphant, getting married.

Eight-carrier sedan, ten miles of red dowry. Arriving at the door, a bewildered Zhang Duixue stepped out of the sedan, and his Young Palace Master gently held his hand, entering the bridal chamber.

Red candles dripped tears. Xie Xuanxiao lifted the veil, looking at the figure under it, and his expression changed drastically. “Why is it you?”

Zhang Duixue retorted sarcastically, “Why can’t it be me?”

After speaking, he threw off the veil and forced himself upon the groom.

Master Lu pointed at the image inside, his old face flushing red. “What kind of bullshit is this?”

Master Hong reached out to cover his face. “The volume Young Palace Master Xie was assigned to is called ‘Substitution Marriage Storm.’ It tells the story of a vicious sister… no, now it’s a vicious brother, substituting for the white lotus sister to marry. The melon twisted by force isn’t sweet, but it’s exciting. No choice, my wife loves to read it, my wife loves to read it, hahaha…”

Seeing them about to roll on the bed, Master Lu’s eyes were splitting with rage. Although his Young Palace Master and Zhang Duixue had long had the reality of a couple, how could the things a young couple did under their own covers be put out in public for people to watch?

“Stop it quickly, get them out!” Master Lu’s voice cracked.

Master Hong apologized, “Too many people, can’t stop it. But don’t worry, nothing unhealthy for the body and mind will appear here. The lights will be pulled; we can’t see it.”

Sure enough, the moment the two rolled onto the bed in the image, the curtains fell, blocking the view.

Master Lu: “…” At least there’s some conscience.

However, Master Hong’s wife’s hobbies were truly diverse. Of course, it was obvious she favored melodramas. In the images, those favored children of heaven from Azure Cloud Academy were loving and hating each other in grid after grid; it was truly too tragic to watch.

After dealing with Yun Zhi, He Tingtong began his journey to find his friends. He looked ahead. Over the huge small town, dark clouds were dense. There was the sound of rain in the distance, but no rain could be seen falling.

Someone jumped off a tall building, leaving a sentence “Never meet again in eternity,” falling back-first in a gesture of isolation. Passing by, He Tingtong kicked the other person who was trying to grab them from behind off the building too, making them a pair of desperate lovebirds.

Someone else hung a white silk strip at the main gate to hang themselves. He Tingtong drew his sword and cut the cloth, hiding his merit and fame.

He passed a large mansion and heard a familiar voice inside. It was Zhang Duixue. The youth, face covered in tears, shouted at the cold-faced Xie Xuanxiao in front of him, “You don’t love me!”

“He indeed doesn’t love you.” He Tingtong straddled the wall, adding fuel to the fire. “You guys won’t last two years together before he has a change of heart. Don’t like him anymore; come with me, let’s roam the world!”

Zhang Duixue: “I want him to love me!”

He Tingtong hopped down from the wall, hoisted Zhang Duixue onto his shoulder, and carried him away, puffing and panting.

Xie Xuanxiao chased from behind, face covered in tears, shouting, “A-Xue, A-Xue, don’t go! How can I live without you!”

Chasing and chasing, he suddenly woke up with a start.

The Young Palace Master of Yuanchen Palace stood on the street, and suddenly, his face turned completely red.