Chapter 58

Shen Lian had just woken up from a daze, feeling his limbs weak and sore, with a wave of fatigue washing over him.

When you are fully focused, your mind becomes incredibly concentrated, and any distractions are temporarily blocked out.

It is only after you finish that these blocked reactions come flooding back in an instant.

Shen Lian naturally fainted, and Mr. Su smiled at the sight, thinking to himself that he hadn't felt so exhausted in many years.

The loquat tree in the Su family castle was swaying uncertainly, as if shivering, while some kind of presence in the air was brazenly observing it.

Mr. Su suddenly appeared with Shen Lian, frowning.

A delicate voice suddenly rang out, saying, "You deadbeat, it's fine that you're enjoying yourself in the human world, but you even brought a bastard son."

Mr. Su smiled bitterly and said, "You really are a big-headed fool. I've only been out for less than a year; how could I have the ability to have such a big son?"

"Who knows if you didn't secretly have him before." The woman hummed faintly, but her figure was nowhere to be seen.

"I would only have a child with you."

"Get lost, who wants to have a child with you? Unless you kill this boy, I won't believe you."

"That's not possible. How about I cut down the loquat tree to calm you down?" Mr. Su glanced at the spirit-possessed loquat tree.

The loquat tree's crown almost drooped, looking utterly terrified.

"Why would I cut down this rotten tree? We don't lack firewood. It seems this boy is really strange." The woman was slightly angry.

A fiery red glow flashed in the sky, and a phoenix made of flames flew closer, emitting a clear and melodious cry.

The surrounding space seemed to melt and distort.

Mr. Su's previous words were actually a jest; he knew that after saying this, his beloved wife wouldn't be angry at the tree anymore.

However, Shen Lian must not be killed, or else the person would come to argue, and although he wasn't afraid, he would be in the wrong.

Mr. Su waved his sleeve, creating an invisible black hole that instantly sucked in the flaming phoenix.

To his surprise, his sleeve immediately caught fire. He thought to himself, "She has refined the Southern Ming Fire to this level. In a few hundred years, will I still be the one in charge?"

Thinking of this, Mr. Su wished he could immediately go into seclusion. If it were known that he couldn't beat his own wife, he would be utterly humiliated.

He casually threw Shen Lian, who he was holding in his other hand, and exhaled a white breath, instantly extinguishing the flames.

A clear and melodious phoenix cry echoed in the courtyard, and a flash of rosy light appeared.

A palace lady with a phoenix mark on her forehead appeared, wrinkling her nose and saying, "What's so fun about the human world? It's so dirty. It's a wonder you can stay here. Go wash yourself in the Heavenly River first, or don't even think about coming home."

Seemingly unable to tolerate the filth of the human world, the palace lady glared at Mr. Su and disappeared, not even bothering to check on Shen Lian's whereabouts.

In fact, with her cultivation, she had already sensed in that brief moment that Shen Lian's bloodline had nothing to do with Mr. Su.

Mr. Su patted the trunk of the loquat tree and shook his head, saying, "You shouldn't go home either. One day, she might get angry and set fire to you. Find a place to transform yourself. I'll give you this courtyard."

The Su family castle kept shrinking until it was in Mr. Su's palm, like a toy model.

The loquat tree stood beside Mr. Su, and he casually threw the magical artifact into the branches of the loquat tree.

Then Mr. Su transformed into a long rainbow, streaking across the sky and disappearing into the heavens.

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Shen Lian slowly regained consciousness, feeling a slight chill all over his body, as he was in a calm lake.

The spring chill was still biting, and the lake water was icy cold.

He couldn't help but sneeze.

With his constitution, he was already immune to cold and heat, but this sneeze indicated that he had been in the lake for too long, causing his blood and qi to stagnate.

Feeling the numbness and stiffness in his limbs and the slow flow of blood and qi, he struggled to swim to the shore.

A day later, Shen Lian realized that he was in the territory of the Famous Sword Manor, and the lake he had fallen into was called Mirror Lake.

The lake's surface was like a mirror, reflecting everything clearly.

The Famous Sword Manor was not a tyrannical landlord; the surrounding villagers all revered the successive generations of manor lords.

The current old manor lord, Ye, was said to have passed the imperial examination in his youth but chose not to take office. It was said that he had never fought anyone in his life because his father was still alive at the time, and now his son, Ye Liuyun, was in charge.

Some people said that the old manor lord actually didn't know martial arts and was a thorough scholar and gentleman.

Now, all the big and small matters of the manor were managed by Ye Liuyun, who kept everything in perfect order.

This made the old manor lord even more leisurely.

Although it was still cold and the flowers had not yet bloomed, the moonlight was very bright, as the Lantern Festival had just passed.

In his youth, Ye Liuyun actually didn't like bright weather because he didn't want others to see him too clearly.

Now, he didn't care much about it because there were very few people in the world who could move as freely as he could.

Since he began to inherit the family name of the Famous Sword Manor, everything he did was successful.

Although his reputation was great and he always succeeded, he was only eighteen years old, not much older than Shen Lian.

It was because he was so formidable that many people forgot his age, and with his maturity and composure, many assumed that the young master of the Famous Sword Manor was already in his twenties.

At eighteen, it should be a time of youthful vigor, but it was hard to find that kind of youthful enthusiasm in Ye Liuyun.

Ye Liuyun liked to drink tea because he believed it could help calm the mind.

Compared to Ye Liuyun, Xiao Zhu was more like a typical young person of her age, just a bit too self-centered and indifferent to human life.

As a high-born lady, it was not surprising that she had developed such a personality.

Xiao Zhu was doing something she didn't like—drinking tea with Ye Liuyun.

The tea smoke rose, separating Xiao Zhu and Ye Liuyun, and the moonlight streaming through the window was broken by the smoke, creating a mysterious glow.

"Do you think this poem is good? 'In the icy forest, I stand apart, not mixing with the peach and plum in the dust; Suddenly, one night, a fragrant scent spreads, turning the world into a spring of ten thousand miles.'"

"It sounds pretty good," Xiao Zhu yawned in response.

"This poem was written by your little lover, Shen Lian. Father likes it very much, thinking that in the past ten years, no new poem about plum blossoms can match it. I like it too," Ye Liuyun chuckled.

"When guests come on a cold night, tea is served as wine, the bamboo stove's water boils, and the fire is just red. The moon before the window is the same as usual, but with the plum blossoms, it's different. How does this poem compare to the previous one, Brother Ye?" As he spoke, the moonlight outside the window was blocked, revealing a figure.

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