Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After smoothly winning multiple matches the next day, Qiao Mu told everybody lazily, “There will be a Chrysanthemum Carnival tonight in the city. I plan to bring Young Sir Zhu out for a stroll. Come along if you want.”
Ma Ta was the first to raise his hands in approval. “I was just about to tell you this. I had also heard other people say that this Chrysanthemum Carnival is super lively. There’s even free chrysanthemum wine for tasting
along the street!”
“Oh? Then there is a need to check it out.” Lu Yu, Jiang Shaoxin, and Hua Tao also nodded in agreement.
Afterall, they had been stuck fighting matches every day in the underground battle arena for so long. They were soon going to turn cranky!
Only idiots wouldn’t go out on such a rare opportunity to relax!
“Qiaoqiao, is that young sir from the Zhu Clan the person you’ve been going to treat these past few days?” The glorious deed of Qiaoqiao rescuing Family Head Zhu in passing had long been the talk of the town.
Basically, everyone knew that Family Head You did not hesitate to pursue and intercept Family Head Zhu to rob the latter of a sacred herb, yet the latter was rescued by a little divine doctor in the end.
“Mhn, it is that young sir from the Zhu Clan,” Qiao Mu replied nonchalantly.
Qi Xuanxuan chuckled cheerfully upon hearing this. “That’s perfect then! I heard that the young sir from the Zhu Clan has always been sickly. He should be coming out more often. Let’s drink to our heart’s content
during tonight’s Chrysanthemum Carnival and not go home until we’re drunk!”
Yet Duanmu Qing cast her a chilly glance and reminded quietly, “You don’t need to compete tomorrow morning?”
These words simply acted like a bucket of cold water and extinguished Qi Xuanxuan’s enthusiasm at once.
The little fatty comforted her with a smile, “Savoring several cups is still fine, but forget about getting drunk.”
After all, they still needed to compete tomorrow. Speaking of which, each one of them had improved greatly during these twenty or so days of competition.
They gained a lot from actual combat, and with Qiao Mu’s gift of spiritual tea as support, basically all of them with the exception of Qiao Mu had advanced a minor rank.
Jiang Shaoxin had entered the phenomenal success rank of level-one spiritual cultivation, Lu Yu had advanced to the initial success rank of level-two spiritual cultivation, while Hua Tao had also entered the entry rank
of level-two spiritual cultivation.
The little fatty had improved the most, breaking through to the spiritual realm from peak-rank level-15 mystic cultivation, becoming a level-one entry-rank spiritual cultivator at once.
Qi Xuanxuan, Duanmu Qing, and Ma Ta each made their own advancements, which were level-14 initial success-rank mystic cultivation, level-four entry-rank spiritual cultivation, and level-one peak-rank spiritual
cultivation respectively.
Compared to every one who had more or less improved by a minor rank, Qiao Mu’s situation was evidently rather strange.
She clearly sensed that that barrier to the spiritual realm was within her reach. It was very, very close!
But no matter what, she seemed to be unable to meet the threshold and continued to be barred from the doors of the spiritual realm.
When she thought of this, Qiao Mu involuntarily shook her head and temporarily tossed this dilemma to the back of her mind.
Just as evening fell, the party boarded two carriages and picked Young Sir Zhu up from the Zhu Residence. Then they headed toward Wengka City’s most bustling main street.
At the same time, You Batian, who was currently in a thunderous rage, welcomed an unexpected visitor.
This visitor looked very ordinary. At a glance, he looked no different from the normal people on the street.
However, his eyes were extremely narrow and long, and his voice sounded like that of a castrated person.
“Family Head You, you’re getting plagued with such trouble after failing to obtain the sacred herb. You want to just leave things at this?”
“Who are you.”.
