Chapter 291
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Chapter 291: Departure
During Wang Chen’s absence, Tian Zhi visited Lady Ye’s home almost daily. He never arrived empty-handed, always bringing delightful treats or amusing trinkets for Ye Feifei and Ye Feifan. Beyond his gifts, he assisted with household chores and even engaged in martial arts practice with Ye Feifan. Over time, his consistent presence and kindness began to soften Lady Ye’s heart, which had once been as unyielding as stone.
Their bond was strengthened by their history as childhood sweethearts, a relationship built on deep mutual understanding and trust. Initially, Lady Ye had kept her distance from Tian Zhi, harboring some resentment towards his late mother. However, with her passing, the lingering knot in Lady Ye’s heart gradually unraveled, paving the way for their union.
Their marriage was a natural progression, celebrated quietly due to Lady Ye’s previous marital status. The ceremony was modest, with a banquet held at her home, attended by a select group of relatives, friends, and neighbors. Wang Chen was among the guests, marking his first wedding attendance since his arrival in this new world.
Despite the attendees being cultivators, the wedding rituals closely mirrored those of the mortal realm. The banquet featured twelve tables, extending from Lady Ye’s small courtyard into the alley, creating a cozy yet festive atmosphere. Wang Chen was seated at the main table, surrounded by elders from both families, including two high-level Qi Training cultivators. Yet, none could discern Wang Chen’s true cultivation level, thanks to his nascent Spirit Concealment Technique, which effectively masked his abilities even from peers of the same level.
The celebration was in full swing when a sudden disturbance broke the jovial mood. A neighbor burst in, exclaiming, "Trouble’s brewing outside!" The guests were startled; who would dare disrupt such a joyous occasion?
Tian Zhi, who had been toasting with the elders, rose swiftly, demanding, "Who dares—" His words were cut short as a group of men, clad in dark gray tunics and exuding a formidable presence, stormed into the courtyard. Their leader, a cultivator known as Crow, approached with a smirk, "Tian Zhi, it’s your big day, and yet you didn’t invite your old friends? That’s not very brotherly of you."
Tian Zhi’s expression darkened. "Crow, I left Dongxing long ago. I have nothing to say to you."
Crow shook his head, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Tian Zhi, you’re mistaken. Once a brother, always a brother. There’s always something to talk about." His gaze was sharp, belying his casual demeanor.
Tian Zhi clenched his fists, his voice tense. "What do you want?"
"Nothing at all," Crow replied, feigning innocence. "We’re here to celebrate with you. Just bring out the bride, and let’s share a toast. That’s all we ask."
The cultivators following him burst into laughter.
“Go on, call her!”
“You must toast us!”
“One cup? That’s not enough—make it three!”
These uninvited guests shouted and jeered, utterly ignoring the other guests around them.
Tian Zhi’s anger flared. “You’re dreaming!”
If he gave in to their demands, he’d never be able to hold his head high again. And with Lady Ye’s temperament, she’d rather die than let these people humiliate her.
“You dare look down on us?”
Crow’s expression darkened instantly. “Then don’t blame me for being rude!”
As he spoke, he placed his right hand on the edge of the dining table, clearly preparing to flip it over.
But before Crow could act, a powerful aura instantly enveloped him and his companions.
Crow staggered back as if struck by lightning, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
He stared in terror at Wang Chen, who sat calmly by the table, and stammered, “P-Purple Palace master!”
Crow, with a cultivation level of Qi Training seventh level, was far stronger than Tian Zhi. Yet under Wang Chen’s oppressive force, his legs trembled, his face turned pale, and all traces of arrogance vanished.
Sheer terror filled his eyes!
Though private fights were strictly forbidden in the City of Ten Thousand Cultivators, a Purple Palace master had countless ways to deal with a young Qi Training cultivator within the rules.
Crow himself could think of a dozen methods!
He never imagined that a Purple Palace master would be among the guests.
What kind of connections did Tian Zhi have?
In truth, Tian Zhi was even more shocked than Crow.
He had always assumed Wang Chen was at a high-level Qi Training cultivation level.
Who could have guessed that a dignified Purple Palace master would live in such a humble Small House in a narrow alley? This completely overturned Tian Zhi’s understanding.
He stood there, dumbfounded, his mind blank!
The relatives and friends around him were no better off.
In the City of Ten Thousand Cultivators, a Purple Palace master was on an entirely different level, far beyond their reach.
“Spare me, Higher Steward!”
By now, Crow could no longer withstand the immense psychological and physical pressure. He fell to his knees with a thud.
He raised his hand and began slapping his own face with increasing force.
“I was wrong, I was wrong!”
Again and again, each slap harder than the last, until his face was swollen and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The small courtyard fell silent. The sound of Crow’s slaps echoed into the alley, and everyone heard it clearly.
An inexplicable sense of dread filled the air!
Wang Chen watched Crow’s self-inflicted punishment with an impassive expression. Only when Crow’s face had swollen to the size of a pig’s head did he finally speak. “Get out of here. Don’t let me see you again.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Crow felt as though he’d been granted a reprieve.
He curled up and literally “rolled” out of the small courtyard.
As for Crow’s companions, they slunk away like stray dogs, tails between their legs.
The farce had come to an end!
“Wang, Master Wang.”
Regaining his composure, Tian Zhi hurriedly bowed to Wang Chen and stammered, “I, I still owe you…”
“Today is your joyous occasion. Let’s not speak of such things.”
Wang Chen waved his hand dismissively. “Carry on.”
But the atmosphere, already shattered, could never be restored.
After the simple yet dignified wedding ceremony concluded, Tian Zhi brought his bride to the side room to thank Wang Chen.
Without Wang Chen’s intervention, the wedding would never have gone smoothly.
“No need for formalities.”
Wang Chen smiled gently. “Our meeting was fate. It’s only right to lend a hand when trouble arises.”
Lady Ye—now Mrs. Tian—pressed her lips together. “Master Wang, will you still stay with us? I won’t charge rent.”
“I’ll be leaving.”
Wang Chen pulled out a storage bag and handed it to her. “Inside are my wedding gifts, as well as some herbs for Ye Feifan. Brew them for him according to the instructions.”
“I hope fate brings us together again someday.”
He stood and opened the window, allowing the moonlight to spill into the room.
In the next moment, Wang Chen vanished without a trace!
