Chapter 183
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Chapter 183: Regrets of Chu Lingluo’s Mother
In a world without the concept of equality, the scions of noble families genuinely believed their bloodlines were nobler and superior to commoners’.
They even disdained commoners, viewing refusal to intermarry as political correctness among the elite.
Like certain societies, they clung to rigid hierarchies, fearing unions with "lesser" blood would taint their own.
Yet even Wei Jing, who shared these beliefs, couldn’t deny Mu Lin’s brilliance after witnessing his talents—he was an anomaly who shattered norms.
Chu Lingluo’s affection for him wasn’t foolishness but a fitting match of brilliance and beauty.
Ironically, Wei Jing’s earlier frenzied opposition now made her resemble a clown.
…
Mu Lin’s prowess stunned not just Wei Jing but all nearby noblewomen.
Those who cared for Chu Lingluo sighed in relief, congratulating her mother: "Si Ye, we misjudged Lingluo. Her choice wasn’t whimsy but wisdom."
"With such gifts, his humble origins matter little. Wedding him is barely lesser than marrying a Legitimate Son."
"Better this way! Legitimate Sons have resources but take multiple wives. Lingluo would suffer neglect. Mu Lin’s simpler life suits her."
While some offered blessings, others smirked at Wei Jing, whose face burned under their mocking gazes.
"Bastard…"
Seething, Wei Jing nearly stormed off—until she noticed rival Si Ye’s conflicted expression despite Mu Lin’s triumph. A realization dawned, curving her lips anew.
"Dear Si Ye, congratulations! Your Lingluo’s eminent lineage paired with Mu Lin’s rare genius—a heavenly match!"
"???"
The noblewomen gaped at Wei Jing’s sudden cordiality toward her adversary.
"Has she gone mad?"
Their bewilderment lifted when Wei Jing purred: "Such joyous news—a promising son-in-law! Why the long face, Si Ye? Shouldn’t this double happiness delight you?"
Her grin sharpened.
"Unless…you opposed their union? Tried to split the lovebirds?"
Chu Lingluo’s mother’s fan clenched imperceptibly. The crowd recalled her earlier denials when rumors surfaced, her refusal to endorse Mu Lin.
"This…"
"Ah…"
"Si Ye, you…"
Lingluo’s supporters faltered, silenced by the revelation.
They held back out of respect for Si Ye, but Wei Jing didn’t hesitate.
"Sister Si Ye, you acted too rashly. While humble origins often produce mediocrity, exceptions exist. You shouldn’t have torn them apart."
"Exactly! Look how Lingluo gazes at Mu Lin – true affection. Their union combined noble lineage with raw talent, a heavenly match now cruelly severed."
"Alas, it’s too late. Proud geniuses nurse grudges. After such humiliation, even if Lingluo married him now, he’d surely mistreat her brutally."
"Wasn’t Mu Lin Lingluo’s first love? Those other girls came later. Did your insults drive him to them?"
"If so, you pushed him away yourself. I wonder if Lingluo will ever forgive you…"
Si Ye’s former rivals now posed as concerned friends, their sympathetic words stabbing like knives. Worst was her inability to refute them – she’d indeed shattered her daughter’s perfect romance, steering Mu Lin toward Yan Yunyu.
Regret coiled in Si Ye’s heart for the first time.
…
Regret wasn’t unique to Lingluo’s mother.
Yuhu Academy’s Mountain Elder jerked upright when Mu Lin’s prowess flashed across the projection. "Impossible! Such power from a commoner?"
Beside him, Treasurer Ji Guan stared at the scorched battlefield. After long silence, a troubling thought surfaced: "Could he actually threaten our top three ranking?"
He now bitterly regretted refusing recruitment resources. "We attract ordinary talents through prestige, but Mu Lin’s a prodigy warranting exceptions… Wait! What’s that?"
Suddenly, the projection revealed something that erased Ji Guan’s worries. "Hah! Impressive, but reckless."
Mountain Elder nodded. "Talent aside, his arrogance needs tempering. May this teach him humility."
…
Mu Lin descended unsteadily after slaying the corpse monster. Pale and swaying, his body bore cracks from overexertion. Communicating with Spirits · Ancestral Souls drained magic while Super Limit · Thunder Explosion strained his physique. The final Thunder Breath had emptied his Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
The Merfolk sighed in relief. Mu Lin’s earlier godlike display had unsettled them – useful allies get protected, useless ones discarded. Bai Li Xiu Ling commanded: "Hurry! Aid… no, receive His Highness!"
Yan Yunyu and Chu Lingluo approached too. Having stayed clear during the Spring Fountain-stage battle, they now faced the Merfolk group in tense silence. Competitors despite shared goals, they exchanged venomous glares before plastering on smiles.
None dared conflict before Mu Lin – their dragon sovereign. As they opened their mouths to praise him-
Shhk!
The triumphant youth froze. A bloody long sword tip protruded from his chest.
