Chapter 100

On this day, the weather was unusually good.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, without a single cloud.

A peculiar atmosphere, perceptible only to the big shots in Yunmeng City, permeated the air.

Lin Beichen, once again, fell asleep in class until the end of the lesson. Class beauty Lin Xueyin quietly approached and gently poked him with her finger, saying, "Lin classmate, someone is looking for you."

Lin Beichen lifted his head groggily and turned around.

He saw a little girl, about 1.5 meters tall, standing at the classroom door, waving at him.

"Whose kid is this?"

He was momentarily confused.

Bai Qin Yun, standing at the classroom door, her cute and innocent little face turned a bit dark.

Although she wasn't narcissistic, she considered herself one of the prominent figures in the academy. Seeing that Lin Beichen had no recollection of her, she was momentarily speechless.

"The sword trial appointment today, Director Chu has already set off for the City Lord's residence. He asked me to accompany you there before he left."

She said this with a blank expression.

"Oh?"

Lin Beichen rubbed his eyes and finally remembered that this little girl was Bai Qin Yun, the top student of the first year. On the day of the sword grinding hall, she had fought hard to receive an invitation and earned the资格 to attend the sword trial banquet.

"Let's go."

He wiped the drool from his mouth and walked out of the classroom.

A moment later.

The carriage sped out of the Third Academy.

Lin Beichen lay in the carriage, taking a nap, and was about to fall asleep again.

Bai Qin Yun sat on the side, puffed up with anger.

She tried to start a conversation several times, but Lin Beichen mumbled and evaded her, clearly showing that the top figure of the Third Academy did not want to have much contact with her.

"Am I not pretty enough?"

"Or is my chest not big enough?"

"Or my legs not long enough?"

"Or my butt not high enough?"

"That's not right. Except for being short, I'm not bad in other aspects."

She was full of resentment, touching the corresponding parts of her body and secretly complaining.

She had heard that Lin Beichen used to be a degenerate playboy, obsessed with women. Today, in the same carriage, he completely ignored her, showing no interest in flirting or teasing. This made Bai Qin Yun, who was usually confident and considered herself a little beauty, feel deeply insulted.

The little girl felt as if she had been greatly humiliated. Her icy eyes flashed with a mad, adventurous light. Just as she was hesitating whether to take the initiative to test her charm, the carriage suddenly stopped.

"We've arrived."

The driver's voice came from outside.

Lin Beichen instantly woke up, pushed open the carriage door, and climbed out.

The City Lord's residence was right in front of him.

This was his first visit to the City Lord's residence since he had crossed over, and he couldn't help but curiously examine it.

It was very large.

Very grand.

Like the Forbidden City.

At the main gate, there were guards on duty on both sides.

After the guards checked the invitation, a servant in a green robe, who had been waiting, came forward to lead the two into the residence.

The City Lord's residence covered a vast area.

The buildings inside were magnificent, with pavilions, terraces, and towers, artificial hills, and plants, as well as fountains and ponds, all exuding an ancient and elegant charm. It was clear that high-level designers had been involved in the construction.

As Lin Beichen walked through this garden, he wanted to say something cultured.

But he was at a loss for words.

So he could only mutter to himself: "Holy shit, impressive."

The exact location of the sword trial banquet was in the back garden of the City Lord's residence.

Following a long corridor to the side, they arrived at the back garden, where the atmosphere was already intense, and many people had gathered.

There was still about half an hour before the main event began.

But most of the guests who had received invitations had already arrived early to show respect.

The thirty-six invitations were divided into three categories: city nobles, sword masters, and sword geniuses. Any one of them was a well-known figure in Yunmeng City, either with a dignified demeanor, a commanding presence, or a heroic appearance. They gathered in small groups, whispering to each other.

"Ha ha, this must be Lin Beichen from the Third Academy. You've finally arrived."

A sudden laugh came from a young man who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.

He had a wheat-colored complexion, wore a purple brocade robe, and had a small, oval white jade on his forehead. He looked quite heroic, standing at the entrance of a pavilion by the pond, and he waved at Lin Beichen, saying, "Lin classmate, why are you just standing there? Come over and meet Cao Shixiong from Baiyun City, who is also a pride of our Yunmeng City."

In the pavilion.

Cao Po Tian sat at the head of a round table, looking casual and smiling faintly.

Nine other young men, either sitting or standing, were all heroic and impressive, the best of the young generation in Yunmeng City. They surrounded Cao Po Tian like stars around the moon, showing great respect, and even their carefully concealed smiles betrayed their awe and reverence for this pride of Baiyun City.

As soon as the purple-robed young man spoke, everyone in the pavilion turned their gaze to Lin Beichen.

Unlike ordinary students, the young men here were all geniuses from various academies, holding high positions in their respective institutions. They were well-informed and had already heard about the events of the second-year preliminary competition, so they were naturally very interested in Lin Beichen.

Some of these geniuses even considered Lin Beichen a potential rival for the sword trial tonight.

Therefore, their gazes on Lin Beichen were scrutinizing, like strict rulers, and not without hostility.

Cao Po Tian, in particular, wore a mocking smile, playing with a white jade wine cup, looking at Lin Beichen with a half-smile.

Lin Beichen glanced around the pavilion, ignored them, and continued to search the crowd for Ding San Shi.

It was necessary to find the old instructor first, ask about the situation, and show concern.

The purple-robed young man, seeing this, looked a bit embarrassed and said again, "Lin Beichen, are you listening? The person sitting in the pavilion is Cao Po Tian, the pride of the imperial sword sanctuary Baiyun City, the idol of all sword practitioners in Yunmeng City. Why don't you come over and pay your respects?"

Lin Beichen still ignored him.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, continuing to search for the old instructor.

This time, the purple-robed young man was truly angry.

"Lin, are you deaf?"

He came over, staring at Lin Beichen, and said, "I order you to go to the pavilion immediately and apologize to Cao Shixiong."

Lin Beichen rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

Why were there so many scumbags in this world? They were content to be dogs themselves, but they also forced others to be dogs with them?

"Busy. Get lost, don't make yourself miserable."

He said this without any courtesy.

The purple-robed young man was furious: "How dare you speak to me like that?"

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