Chapter 115: Would You Like Some Chilled Cherries?

Only after Suqing had flown out did the people from Yufeng Academy realize that even a mere maidservant of hers had reached the Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing stage.

What kind of master could have trained someone like this? If even a servant is at the Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing stage, how are others supposed to go on living!

Ye Ling and Yan Xu exchanged glances. Does this mean that the cultivation they took such pride in is only worthy of serving as a domestic helper for this girl?

They naturally assumed that Suqing had also been trained by that eccentric master. In reality, however, Suqing’s cultivation was almost entirely due to Ji Tianxin’s personal guidance and a steady supply of medicinal pills. It was only later, seeing Suqing’s unwavering loyalty to Ji Tianxin, that Baishu occasionally offered some pointers; in truth, there was no master-disciple relationship between the two.

As Suqing landed beside Ji Tianxin, another figure descended right after her. Clad in ink-black robes, Sikou Yan stood in stark contrast to Ji Tianxin’s white dress. Seeing Sikou Yan appear as well, Elder Li and his companions felt their hearts sink once more. They had a sudden, sinking realization that they had kicked a steel plate today; surely, only they could be unlucky enough to encounter such a situation.

A seven-year-old expert at or above the Return to Truth stage, accompanied by a teenage boy also at the Return to Truth stage—if they told anyone this, no one would believe it! Yet, it was exactly what they had encountered, and they had even started a fight. It felt like a dream.

“Why did you follow me out, Young Master?” Although Suqing now knew that this gentleman was actually the Young Prince of Rong, she still habitually addressed him as Young Master. So, this masked gentleman was the same one who had been roasting meat at the restaurant that day.

Ji Tianxin also glanced at him. Her black-and-white eyes remained as calm as an ancient well, though they held a hint of inquiry.

Sikou Yan’s lips curled slightly. “Would you like some chilled cherries?”

“Yes,” Ji Tianxin replied, a faint smile touching her eyes. “Chilled cherries, paired with fruit wine, would be perfect.”

Sikou Yan laughed. He leaned over slightly, swept his arms around her, and gathered her into his embrace. Ji Tianxin did not refuse; she simply rested her arms around his neck, thinking to herself: having a human sedan chair is certainly labor-saving.

With Ji Tianxin in his arms, Sikou Yan moved in a flash, soaring from the open grounds, past the main hall and the imperial city, disappearing into the night before everyone’s eyes. Following them in their departure were the maidservant and the Young Prince of Rong’s guards.

The ministers in the Taiyang Hall could only gape, their expressions frozen in disbelief. Was this truly the Young Prince of Rong, who was rumored to be bedridden year-round and on the verge of death? Wasn't there talk that he was paralyzed? Yet, witnessing this today—though they could not see his face—it was clear that the Young Prince was an absolute master of martial arts!

The ministers were beyond shocked; everything that had happened today transcended their understanding. The events of this single night provided enough gossip to last them a lifetime—it was more spectacular than anything they had seen in decades! No wonder His Majesty favored the Young Prince of Rong so much; it turns out he is an unfathomably powerful martial artist!

Ji Tianxin had left directly, not even bothering to give the Emperor face. Then again, she had even dared to strike the people of Yufeng Academy, so ignoring the Emperor hardly seemed like a major issue anymore. The Young Prince of Rong had left with the third young lady of the Ji family, and the Young Prince had never seemed quite "normal" in the rumors anyway.

In short: when someone is that strong, if you are dissatisfied, go ahead and challenge them yourself; if you can't, then shut up and eat.