Chapter 7

Today, the disciples of Jian Shu Mountain Villa who went to the Su family to celebrate the birthday, besides Zhou Xingyun, Wu Jiewen, and Tang Yuanying, also included Zhao Hua and Hu Dewei.

Hu Dewei was a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate of Jian Shu Mountain Villa. His martial arts were only second to Zhao Hua, and in the eyes of the elders, he was a promising young talent.

Hu Dewei, like Zhao Hua, was a suitor of Tang Yuanying, so he was particularly averse to Zhou Xingyun's attempts to win the favor of the beauty. If it weren't for Yang Xiao and Tang Yanzhong being present, he definitely wouldn't let Zhou Xingyun get close to Tang Yuanying...

"Loquats are rich in fiber, beta-carotene, malic acid, citric acid, and vitamins A, B, and C. They have the effect of stopping coughs and resolving phlegm. Eating them regularly can also prevent colds."

"Third Senior Brother, what are you talking about? Carrots grow in the ground, how can they become carrot trees?"

"I... what was bound to happen, has happened."

Zhou Xingyun was completely stunned. In that moment, a new set of memories quietly entered his mind and merged with his existing memories.

The bizarre memories he inherited this time seemed quite powerful. They belonged to a chief physician of a 'Third-Class Special Hospital,' a pillar of modern medicine, far surpassing the junior high school geography teacher he had previously inherited.

"Third Senior Brother, are you not sleeping well again, and having strange hallucinations?"

"Sort of. You don't need to worry, I'm used to it."

Zhou Xingyun silently organized his thoughts. The geographical knowledge in his mind gradually became hazy, like distant childhood memories. The dominant thoughts now were the shocking medical knowledge.

Images of surgeries and internal organs often surfaced in his mind, making Zhou Xingyun's face turn pale on the spot. This unrealistic and bizarre knowledge must not be known by outsiders...

Zhou Xingyun and his group went to the inn to rest until the end of the afternoon, then moved to the Su family's residence.

Mr. Su, being a wealthy merchant in Fucheng City, had a grand and luxurious residence with gold and jade decorations at the entrance.

Yang Xiao and Tang Yanzhong brought gifts to the main hall to pay respects to Mr. Su. Zhou Xingyun, Tang Yuanying, and the other five disciples of Jian Shu Mountain Villa followed the maids to the garden, where they met with young disciples from other sects.

The fragrance of white orchids, the lush green grass, the mirror-like lotus pond, and the harmonious fish and water. The moment Zhou Xingyun stepped into the garden, he saw hundreds of handsome young men and beautiful women gathered by the lake, chatting happily.

"Quite lively, Third Senior Brother. Mr. Su's connections are indeed widespread. There must be no less than three hundred disciples from various sects attending the birthday banquet."

"Do you know which sects they belong to?"

"The marks on their clothes and weapons, most of them I haven't seen before."

Wu Jiewen shook his head regretfully. There were countless sects in the martial world, and they, who had never left Jian Shu Mountain Villa, couldn't recognize the symbols of other sects.

Looking around at the disciples from various sects in the garden, Tang Yuanying felt a surge of excitement and smiled. Although the scene wasn't as lively as the 'Young Heroes Conference' three years ago, it was still a good platform for her to enhance her reputation in the martial world and showcase her talents.

"Third Senior Brother, look over there! It's Weisu Yao, the champion of the last Young Heroes Conference from the Narcissus Pavilion. And over there, Xu Zijian, who placed third, the one who defeated our Senior Brother..."

"Senior Brother Yang is so much stronger than us, yet he only reached the 37th place in the Young Heroes Conference. The future of Jian Shu Mountain Villa is worrying."

Zhou Xingyun sighed. The Young Heroes Conference was held every four years, and disciples under 20 years old from various sects could participate.

"There are tens of thousands of disciples from various sects participating in the Young Heroes Conference. Senior Brother Yang is already very strong."

"But among those tens of thousands, at least half of them, like me, only know superficial martial arts. Even your Second Senior Sister managed to place within the top 500, becoming a rising star in the martial world, which shows how valuable the competition is."

"What do you mean by 'valuable'?"

"I mean that there are very few true young masters. Only those who make it to the top 100 can be considered to have real talent. Senior Brother Yang is very strong in our eyes, but in the Young Heroes Conference, he didn't even make it to the top 20. In other words, there are many experts like him in the martial world, but in our mountain villa, only Senior Brother Yang can make it to the top 100. If we don't quickly improve the overall strength of the mountain villa, within ten years, Jian Shu Mountain Villa will become a third-rate small sect."

Wu Jiewen was speechless after hearing this. Zhou Xingyun was right. In the Young Heroes Conference, only Senior Brother Yang Hong from Jian Shu Mountain Villa made it to the top 100, and the results seemed impressive, with even the elders praising him.

However, if we consider the overall strength of the major sects, Jian Shu Mountain Villa was already a second-rate sect. Among the 500 rising stars in the martial world, only Yang Hong, Tang Yuanying, and Zhao Hua were from Jian Shu Mountain Villa...

"Hello, everyone. I am Lü Zhanglong, a disciple of the Golden Saber Martial Hall in Fucheng City. May I ask if you are the disciples of Jian Shu Mountain Villa?"

"Yes, Tang Yuanying greets Senior Brother Lü."

Not long after Zhou Xingyun entered the garden, seven or eight young men came to greet them, and Tang Yuanying politely greeted them with a light bow.

"So you are the 'Pitying Beauty' Tang Yuanying from the 'Martial World Beauty List.' I have long heard of your name! Today, seeing you, I must say you are truly as beautiful as a fairy, just as the rumors say."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Lü, you flatter me."

"Miss Tang, hello. I am Zhang Haoran, a disciple of the Wild Dragon Sect in Tianhui City. I had the honor of seeing your grace at the Young Heroes Conference, and you are truly a paragon of beauty and chivalry. I admire you greatly."

"Thank you, Master Zhang."

Tang Yuanying, dressed in a white silk dress with a light green sash and a jade flute hanging from her waist, exuded a graceful and delicate beauty. As soon as she entered the garden, her pure and elegant figure immediately attracted the attention of countless young men.

Three years ago, at the 'Young Heroes Conference,' although Tang Yuanying did not shock the world with her martial arts, her beautiful and pitiful appearance charmed countless young heroes.

Now, at the age of eighteen, Tang Yuanying's beauty had matured, and she was even more enchanting than before.

Moreover, today, Tang Yuanying had specially groomed herself, with her long black hair flowing down to her waist, a ponytail on the left side of her ear, and a flawless oval face with charming features, making her absolutely stunning.

No wonder Zhou Xingyun couldn't resist, spending all his money to buy loquats to win the favor of his fiancée.

In a blink, Tang Yuanying became the apple of everyone's eye, surrounded by dozens of young men who vied to please her.

Zhou Xingyun watched Tang Yuanying laugh and chat, feeling frustrated but unable to find a way to get close to her.

The disciples from various sects surrounding Tang Yuanying were all at least second-rate in martial arts. They easily pushed Zhou Xingyun, who was originally standing next to her, to a corner of the garden.

"Junior Brother, don't go over. Don't you know who he is?"

"Isn't he a disciple of Jian Shu Mountain Villa? Our master told us to be friendly with everyone."

"Let me tell you, he is the rogue who made lewd remarks to young female disciples from various sects on the stage of the 'Young Heroes Conference' three years ago."

"Everyone says the lecher from the Young Heroes Conference is him? Truly, one cannot judge a person by their appearance."

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news spreads quickly. Zhou Xingyun and Wu Jiewen stood under a white orchid tree, isolated because of Zhou Xingyun's past indiscretions at the Young Heroes Conference. The disciples from various sects ignored him, but they still achieved the goal of improving relations with Jian Shu Mountain Villa by getting close to Tang Yuanying...

"Third Senior Brother, they all look at you with unfriendly eyes."

"Never mind them. My purpose in attending the birthday banquet has always been one: to keep an eye on your Second Senior Sister and make sure she doesn't get too close to disciples from other sects."

"Should we go and greet them?"

Wu Jiewen couldn't hold back. Last night, Yang Xiao had repeatedly instructed them that the elders bringing disciples to the birthday celebration was not just for the sake of celebration, but to help the disciples build connections for their future in the martial world.

"You can go. If I go with you, it will only backfire."

Zhou Xingyun understood Wu Jiewen. Yang Xiao had different expectations for the two of them. He was indulgent and caring towards Zhou Xingyun, but strict and demanding towards Wu Jiewen. If Wu Jiewen failed to complete the tasks given by Yang Xiao, he would definitely suffer when they returned to the mountain villa.

Wu Jiewen nodded and left, leaving Zhou Xingyun alone under the tree. Fortunately, among the many disciples from various sects, there were a few who, like him, were isolated.

Weisu Yao from the Narcissus Pavilion and Xu Zijian from the Leshan Sect, both young masters who had amazed the martial world at the Young Heroes Conference, stood alone and proud. However, their fellow disciples were very active in making connections.

Zhou Xingyun quietly observed the two young masters. Xu Zijian, with his handsome and charismatic demeanor, should have been very popular with women. At the Young Heroes Conference held in Leshan three years ago, Tang Yuanying had approached him multiple times. However, Xu Zijian's cold personality made him indifferent to her, causing Tang Yuanying to feel frustrated and leave unhappily each time...

It was likely that anyone who tried to talk to Xu Zijian today was dismissed with his cold words.

As for Weisu Yao, the champion of the last Young Heroes Conference, her unique appearance made people hesitant to approach her.

Indeed, Weisu Yao was unique, not because she was unattractive, but because her beauty surpassed Tang Yuanying in Zhou Xingyun's eyes.

Why? Because Weisu Yao was a mixed-race beauty with a foreign charm...

The moment Zhou Xingyun saw Weisu Yao, his mind involuntarily brought up the names of Russia, Ukraine, and other Eastern European countries. Despite her black ponytail, her extraordinary beauty and brown eyes made her stand out in the Tang Dynasty...

The Tang Dynasty, the current ruling dynasty, had overthrown the rule of the Wei Kingdom two hundred years ago and unified the Central Plains, achieving its dominance.

However, whether it was the current Tang Dynasty or the previous ruling dynasty, it did not match the 'memories' Zhou Xingyun had inherited, which was the basis for his belief that these memories were delusions.

To return to the main point, due to Weisu Yao's unique appearance, she exuded a cold and elegant aura, causing disciples from various sects, even her fellow disciples, to keep their distance.

However, just as Zhou Xingyun was hesitating whether to greet the two proud masters, something strange happened. Zhao Hua and Hu Dewei, as if guided by some unseen force, walked towards Weisu Yao, their intentions unknown.