Chapter 132: 08

Shen Yuan walked calmly, but he felt his legs were too tall compared to his previous small legs. He wanted to check out the system, but now was not the time. He was still on top of the lake. He could hear his heartbeat, which was very different; his heart sounded like it was a sword that was sheathing and unsheathing itself.

The free man didn’t notice a maid in front of him. She was holding a wooden tray; the smell coming from these teapots smelled bewitching. She was in an awkward position, as with liquid in her hand she could not bow, but she was desperate to.

“Tomorrow, Young Miss is going to Dark Forest.”

This was what Shen Yuan used to do: bribing the maids to access information about Yan Qingcheng—where she goes—and he would follow and pester her. Now he could care less.

The maid was hoping for some spirit stones as usual, but all she got was a dashing smile on that cold face and his back view. With a frown on her face, she walked to the gazebo where her Young Miss was.

“H… How was he so polite? No rude remarks about my breasts? What happened? How can a dog’s tail become straight?”

“Ah? Xiao Mei, yes, I need tea.”

Warm steam rose to the air when Xiao Mei poured the peach blossom tea. Smelling the tea, Yan Qingcheng felt her bouncing nerves being soothed, so she shook her head and took a sip.

Shen Yuan, who was walking towards a white marble castle, also stopped in his steps and looked back towards the lake. Although he was fairly new or barely knew cultivation, he could still sense something was rising from the lake, and it was big.

His sword heart was going crazy. Instinctively, he wanted to run. His first thought was to get shelter in the white marble castle. As he took a step towards that castle, he only saw a blur, and in that blur, hundreds of people were walking by his side, maintaining a single-step distance from him out of respect.

A blue-haired old man with a kind smile walked just beside him as if to calm his urgencies. Shen Yuan, seeing the blue-haired person, instantly recognized him. This was his protector and dies in the main character’s hand while protecting Shen Yuan later in the story. This man was such a memorable person to read.

“That is why everyone is here actually, but don’t worry. It’s Shen Long, the guardian deity of the Yan Clan. He was appointed by the Clan Head upon your engagement with Young Miss Yan to protect their clan.”

Shen Yuan stopped in his tracks. He forgot about this. Shen Long was a great cultivator of the Shen Clan, and if we go by blood, he was his grandfather’s brother, who protected the Yan Clan because he was forced to by Shen Yuan’s father.

“Y… Young Master Shen.”

“Patriarch Yan, please maintain a distance until Shen Long shows himself.”

“Father.”

Shen Yuan, standing in the middle of hundreds of bodyguards, felt secure. He felt like this was how it should be. He was not getting bullied by a fucking idiot with a rod.

The momentum didn’t last long; it slowly came down. Shen Yuan could see a green Eastern dragon which looked fearsome. He had never seen a beast of this size, and the novel didn’t do justice to how massive this thing was. With its shiny green scales, it made Shen Yuan gulp three times.

The dragon slowly descended to the ground. In the blink of an eye, it transformed from a gigantic beast to an old man wearing the same color as Shen Yuan. He also looked somewhat similar to him but had long white hair instead of black.

“Yan Qingcheng greets Dao Protector.”

Both father and daughter cupped their fists with a bow to show respect towards this old monster, but all they got was a reaction worse than being ignored. Shen Long felt annoyed by them.

As he walked towards Shen Yuan, after a single nod at Gao Tao, he commanded. Gao Tao, seeing the nod, took a small breath and took a step to the side so that Shen Yuan could go to his ancestor.

Shaking his head with immense disappointment, he prepared himself once again to meet Confucius. Taking a big breath, he walked towards the monster. All this time, although he felt his sword heart was like music, it was annoying him now.

Shen Long’s calm tone made Shen Yuan relax a bit. He was doubting it, but it felt like this old monster was smiling somewhat. He was still several steps away from him.

“T… That’s very good! Ahahaha, Shen Long Division can finally go home! Ahahaha! Everyone, we are going home!”

Yan Tianlong was still processing what the hell just happened, and Yan Qingcheng smirked. After this spectacle, Shen Yuan wouldn’t be able to back down from this even if he wanted to.

Yan Tianlong was now crouching beside the lake with both of his hands on his head. Yan Qingcheng looked oblivious to her father’s sorrow.

Her father’s wail didn’t melt her heart even a tiny bit, because he was hindering her freedom. She wanted to marry someone she loves, not a crazy psycho who leers at her all day and follows her like a dog.

Yan Qingcheng, with a big smile, replied to her father. She felt free, and the air seemed very pure. She suddenly felt like she could break through her bottleneck now if she could cultivate.

Yan Tianlong’s eyes brightened when he heard this news. His trembling hand went for the servant that just came; he needed someone to pick him up. When Yan Qingcheng tried to help him, she only saw her father’s red eyes.

The Southern District Lord, who controlled trade and ports in this grand city — Yan Clan also came under his supervision — just under the ruling Shen Clan. His power was vast, and being Yan Clan’s closest ally, Yan Tianlong felt Han Wei came at the perfect moment.

The empty grassland around the lake swayed with the wind, but Qingcheng could only spare a single glance at them. She walked behind her father and had to use Qi to maintain equal pacing; he was almost running desperately.

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