Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 45: What Kind of Scholar Would I Be by Taking Advantage of a Young Flower?
*Lower Realms: Purple Mist Kingdom*
The Purple Mist Kingdom was one of the countless kingdoms that made up the Lower Realms. Although it was neither the largest nor the most powerful, these lands benefited from relatively concentrated Qi, making it a favorable place for cultivation. Every hundred years or so, a few geniuses managed to break their mortal chains, transcend, and ascend to the higher heavens. For the inhabitants of this kingdom, these ascensions were living legends, proof that even in the Lower Realms, destiny could be challenged.
At the heart of the capital stood a vast manor belonging to one of the most powerful noble families in the kingdom. Behind its richly decorated walls, a violent discussion was raging.
A young man stood in the center of the room. He had medium-length black hair, a muscular body highlighted by an open tunic that revealed his chest, and a virile appearance. His face, that of a handsome man marked by the fervor of youth, was distorted by anger as he shouted at an old man.
"Patriarch Hue! What does this mean?"
Facing him stood the patriarch of the family. His graying hair framed a stern face, his back slightly hunched by age, but his gaze remained sharp, filled with overwhelming authority. The powerful Qi he emitted filled the room and reminded everyone of his undisputed position.
"Speak more quietly, Guo Jian. I know you are angry, but if you truly love her, you must understand my choice."
The gray-haired man shook his head with annoyance.
"Understand? How can I understand? You gave my fiancée, your own daughter, to serve tea to a stranger. Does merely warming the bed of an unknown man compare to Qing’er?"
"An unknown man?" repeated the patriarch, patting Kaelan’s shoulder.
"You are young and impetuous. You still do not understand the vastness of the heavens."
"I will never let this man sully my wife!"
Guo Jian’s golden Qi exploded violently as he headed toward the door. Almost instantly, the old man’s Qi surged forth as well, crushing the space.
Jian gritted his teeth under the increasing pressure. He might be a genius of the Purple Mist Kingdom, but facing an elder over a century old, he was nothing more than helpless prey.
"Jian, you may be the genius of the Purple Flower Sect, but you cannot overstep your bounds. Let us find a compromise. What if we give you her little sister? Just forget about Qing’er."
"Patriarch... I once held you in high esteem. I was wrong."
Patriarch Hue slowly shook his head.
’This is why young talents never survive long. They do not know when to retreat,’ he thought.
Unfortunately, the Patriarch could not back down. Hue Qing had been engaged since they were very young, and Guo Jian belonged to one of the three greatest noble families in the kingdom. In addition, she had him as her master...
’Damn brat. If he could simply gain the support of this man, overthrowing the royal family would be child’s play. This kid is ruining everything,’ he thought, gritting his teeth before releasing the pressure.
He had sincerely considered killing Jian. He did not care if his daughter would be sad. Becoming the servant of a man from the Upper Realms was far more rewarding than marrying a cultivator from the Lower Realms.
"Be sure that my father and my master will hear about this affront, Patriarch!"
Guo Jian left the room in rage.
"Young fool... I hope you die painlessly."
...
In the most luxurious bedroom of the manor, everything breathed opulence. Large purple drapes adorned the walls, imbued with a soft and soothing Qi. The furniture, carved from rare spiritual wood, emitted a warm aura, while a subtle incense floated in the air.
In the center of the room stood a young woman of striking beauty. She had long, silky dark green hair that cascaded down her back and deep green eyes like precious gems. She wore a white robe embroidered with amethysts that perfectly hugged her curves and highlighted her graceful figure. Her beauty was pure and refined, a true jade beauty, unmatched throughout the kingdom.
"How... how do you find the tea, young master?"
Near the window, a refined-looking young man was seated, his gaze lost in the reddish clouds of the sky. His black tunic was made of such silky fabric that it reflected the sunlight, adorned with silver embroidery depicting ancient turtles.
His aura was calm and profound. His long silver hair, whose tips darkened to black, floated gently in the breeze. His face remained difficult to discern, both because of the dense Qi he emitted and the veiled hat of pearls he wore.
The young woman could not help but be moved by this casual yet naturally graceful appearance.
Hearing her voice, he turned, picked up the teacup, slowly inhaled the steam, and took a sip.
"Well, I would be lying if I said I have never drunk better, but your skill is undoubtedly expert."
His voice was soft and calm, capable of soothing anyone.
"Thank you, young master..."
The young master chuckled softly before taking another sip.
"You can relax, Miss Hue Qing. This young scholar is only here for a short vacation."
Hue Qing relaxed slightly, although it was difficult for her to feel at ease in front of someone from the Upper Realms.
She cleared her throat and tried to make conversation, as her father had ordered, doing her best to please the young master. She loved Guo Jian, but it was her duty as the elder sister.
"Hum... do you like this place, young master?"
"Hmmm, it is not bad. Far from all those political intrigues. It is exhausting. Here, it is rather peaceful."
She shook her head.
"Even in these lands, noble families kill each other to overthrow the royal family."
"Indeed. I suppose power causes trouble everywhere."
"That is true..."
An awkward silence settled as the young master drank his tea while watching the setting sun....
"Young master..." murmured a nervous little voice beside him.
He turned his head and saw her slowly removing her robe.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh... sorry, young master. If I can warm your bed tonight, I..."
"That is unnecessary, Miss Qing."
"I... I am sorry, young master! Is my body not to your liking?"
She bit her lip as tears welled up.
The young master raised his hand nonchalantly.
"Of course not, Miss Qing. You are splendid. Even in the Upper Realms, I have rarely seen a jade beauty of your caliber."
"Then... why do you..."
"What kind of scholar would I be by taking advantage of a young flower? I barely know you. You probably had a lover."
The young girl was shocked. Even here, the most powerful cultivators often abused their status, but he was different.
’Are all immortals from the Upper Realms like this?’
"Young master..."
Before she could finish, a violent Qi surged into the room.
"Qing’er! I AM HERE TO SAVE YOU!"
"Jian?!"
She turned abruptly. The door exploded under a kick.
"Stranger, get out before I correct you for trying to touch my fiancée."
"Have you gone mad? What are you doing here? Get out quickly and do not bother the young master."
The young master remained calm, then looked at the newcomer.
"I suppose this is the lover in question," he commented in an amused tone.
But beneath the veil, his silver eyes had become sharp.
It was the gaze of a predator. The gaze of a dragon staring at its prey.
[Ding! A Son of Fortune has been detected nearby!]
A faint smile formed on his face.
[Target: Guo Jian
Lineage of the Celestial Sword (Divine)
Luck: 12000 points]
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