NOVEL NEXT Chapter 155
Chapter 155
After a while, Huang Rong sheathed her sword, raising her hand in a sword gesture to finish her practice. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, but her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. She couldn’t help but think to herself, *I really am a genius. In such a short time, I’ve made even more progress with the Falling Blossom Divine Sword
In this world, because Feng Heng hadn’t died due to the Nine Yin Manual, Huang Rong didn’t reject martial arts. At a young age, she had already reached the Innate Realm, a testament to her extraordinary talent.
Just as a smile appeared on Huang Rong’s face, she caught a glimpse of a white-robed figure out of the corner of her eye. Startled, she turned abruptly and saw a young Daoist in white standing some distance away, watching her with a calm smile.
“You’re a strange one, aren’t you? Watching someone practice without making a sound—you nearly scared me to death!” Huang Rong exclaimed, her curiosity piqued as she studied Ning Changge.
The young man before her was strikingly handsome, with an indescribable aura about him.
She knew he wasn’t from Peach Blossom Island, as she recognized everyone on the island. Her dark eyes flickered with suspicion, and her hand quietly tightened around the sword on her back.
Though only ten years old, Huang Rong was no naive child.
Ning Changge, having noticed her small movements, smiled and said, “I mean no harm. I’ve come to visit your father.”
“And who are you?” Huang Rong asked, stepping back cautiously.
“My name is Ning Changge. You might have heard of me,” Ning Changge replied.
Huang Rong’s retreating steps faltered, her eyes widening in surprise. She couldn’t help but ask, “You’re from Wudang?”
Ning Changge smiled. “It seems your father has mentioned the matter between us.”
Huang Rong was completely stunned. The handsome young man before her seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. She had heard many stories about Ning Changge, and the more she learned, the more she realized how formidable he was. Her dedication to martial arts was partly driven by a stubborn desire not to fall too far behind him.
“You… you’re really my fiancé, whom I’ve never met?” Huang Rong asked, her small mouth slightly open, looking adorably dazed.
Ning Changge couldn’t help but laugh.
Before coming here, he had thought about how to handle the engagement with Huang Rong. Given his current cultivation and mindset, ordinary women didn’t catch his eye. The woman who would stand by his side had to be someone who could share the journey of immortality with him—a Dao Companion.
The path of immortality was lonely, and Ning Changge wasn’t a heartless person. He didn’t mind having a Dao Companion, but it wouldn’t be easy for someone to meet his standards.
To accompany him for eternity was the true requirement.
At the very least, the spiritual light within Huang Rong’s body made it possible. If she were to embark on the path of cultivation, she would undoubtedly surpass others.
Because of this, Ning Changge didn’t deny the engagement. He simply smiled.
He now had an idea of how to handle this marriage arrangement.
A blush spread across Huang Rong’s cheeks as she turned away, then quickly turned back, trying to hide her nervousness and appear nonchalant.
“I’ve heard from my father that you’ve become very powerful. You must be here on your master’s orders. If you don’t think I’m good enough, don’t worry about it. You can tell my father directly.”
“On Peach Blossom Island, we’re not narrow-minded people,” Huang Rong said seriously, looking at Ning Changge.
Ning Changge smiled and nodded. “Alright.”
“I’ll talk to your father when the time comes.”
Huang Rong fell silent, looking a little disappointed. She took a deep breath and said, “In that case, I’ll take you to see my father.”
She added, “But there are two guests on the island right now, and my father doesn’t seem to like them very much.”
Ning Changge’s interest was piqued. His Spirit God instantly enveloped the entire island, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
…
At the center of Peach Blossom Island, a vast manor stood, complete with pavilions, artificial mountains, flowing water, and peach trees scattered throughout, creating an air of mystery.
In the Falling Blossom Hall, three figures sat in the main hall.
In the main seat was a man dressed in a scholar’s robe, his face cold. Huang Yaoshi stared icily at the two uninvited guests.
The two men seated below him were both elderly.
One had a kind face but sharp eyes, while the other looked fierce but had a hint of clarity in his gaze.
They were none other than the Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil Envoys, Zhang San and Li Si.
“Island Master Huang, we’ve been sent by the two island masters of Xia Ke Island** to invite you to the island for a bowl of **Laba Congee**. Have you made your decision?” Zhang San asked slowly.
Li Si chimed in, “Island Master Huang, we’re extending this invitation out of respect for you as one of the Song Dynasty’s Five Greats. You should consider it carefully. You’ve had a few days to think it over.”
Huang Yaoshi’s expression grew colder.
The Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil Envoys appeared every sixteen years, inviting famous figures from the Jianghu to Xia Ke Island to drink a bowl of Laba Congee. That wouldn’t be a problem, except that those who went rarely returned. It had been years since anyone had come back.
Huang Yaoshi now had his wife and daughter with him, and his disciples were loyal. How could he agree to such a thing?
“What if I refuse?” he asked.
“If you refuse, well, we’ll have to report to the island masters, and they’ll decide. They might come to invite you personally,” Zhang San said with a cold smile, standing up.
Huang Yaoshi’s face stiffened.