Chapter 271: Pressure from a Grandmaster
Hundred Flowers Lane uses marriage to build its network of relationships.
Women like Xue Mei know their roles from the very beginning.
Of course, all of this is voluntary. If they are unwilling, Hundred Flowers Lane will not force them.
One of the Nine Flowers of the previous generation, “Luo Hua,” didn’t marry anyone. Instead, she focused on martial arts and became a Skin Tempering Realm expert, the same Jiang Luohua who is skilled with golden flower hidden weapons.
With their talent, as long as they focus on martial arts, achieving the Skin Tempering Realm is not difficult.
The Xue Mei before Chu Liang’s eyes is just like that.
Her talent, even among the Noble families, is considered top-notch.
Chu Liang asked again, “Young Miss Xue Mei, does Young Miss Bai Lan have any time now?”
Xue Mei smiled gently, “Young Master Chu, don’t be impatient. Little Sister Bai Lan’s status is not low, and ordinary men rarely get to see her.”
Fei Yangyang then said, “Xue Mei, can’t you help Brother Chu with an introduction?”
“Young Master Fei, if it were any other sister, I could agree.” Xue Mei’s voice was soft, “But Little Sister Bai Lan is different. After all, Granny Canglan is behind her, and recently she doesn’t want to see anyone, not even if a Young Master from the Marquis’s Manor came.”
“Is that so…”
That Granny Canglan was a Late Tendon Tempering Realm expert many years ago.
Many people in the Prefectural City speculate that she may have already broken through, becoming a first-rate expert of the Bone Tempering Realm.
No one in the Prefectural City dares to force the granddaughter of such an important figure.
Chu Liang was not in a hurry. He continued chatting with Xue Mei, occasionally asking about internal matters of Hundred Flowers Lane.
The two little rats had already scurried out of his pockets, searching all over Hundred Flowers Lane for that Young Miss Bai Lan.
There was a formation covering the exterior of Hundred Flowers Lane, but since they had already entered, they only needed to be cautious.
“Young Master Chu, in one month, there will be a Hundred Flowers Feast held within the Lane.” Xue Mei said softly, “With Young Master Chu’s current strength and status, you will certainly receive an invitation. You will be able to see Little Sister Bai Lan then.”
“Good, thank you.” Chu Liang expressed his gratitude. Just one month, a very short time; he could wait.
“But Young Master Chu, you must be prepared. Little Sister Bai Lan has many suitors.”
“I understand.”
Chu Liang only wanted to confirm her identity and wouldn’t compete with others.
As long as he confirmed it and informed her of her background, his mission would be considered complete.
Soon, the two little rats returned, their voices ringing in Chu Liang’s mind.
“Master, there are also many small formations inside Hundred Flowers Lane. Some courtyards are covered by formations; we really can’t get in. We didn’t find that Young Miss Bai Lan.”
“Master, we can only wait.”
Hearing the words of the two little rats, Chu Liang pondered for a moment.
This Hundred Flowers Lane was unexpectedly wealthy.
One large formation outside, countless small formations inside, layer upon layer, a level of luxury comparable to the Noble families.
The banquet continued until evening.
Chu Liang and Fei Yangyang left Hundred Flowers Lane.
The setting sun slanted, the sky filled with red clouds, and the entire Prefectural City was bathed in a crimson glow.
On the bluestone streets, the Shadowless Assassin, disguised as an old man, walked slowly with cloudy eyes, staring at the backs of Chu Liang and Fei Yangyang, killing intent surging in his heart.
“This Fei Yangyang actually has a Tendon Tempering Realm expert protecting him.”
The Shadowless Assassin frowned slightly, sensing the presence of an expert.
If not for this, he would have already made his move.
“Forget it, I’ll wait a bit longer.”
He slowly withdrew his gaze, hunched his body, and walked into a teahouse nearby.
He had promised the Demon Race seven days. It had only been one day; there was still plenty of time.
He didn’t believe that Chu Liang would always stay under the Count Manor’s protection.
If he still couldn’t find a suitable opportunity by the last day, he would directly infiltrate the Count Manor, forcibly kill Chu Liang, and then rely on his movement techniques to escape.
It’s just that doing so would be somewhat dangerous.
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After all, the Count Manor’s formations were not just for show.
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Not long after, Chu Liang and Fei Yangyang returned to the Count Manor, chatting and laughing.
As soon as they entered the Count Manor, they both felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.
The surrounding servants looked at Chu Liang with strange expressions.
Fei Yangyang put away his smile and pointed at a servant, asking, “What happened in the manor? Why are you all looking at Brother Chu like this?”
“Second Young Master, the Count has just spoken.” The servant replied with his head lowered, “Young Master Chu is no longer a Guest Elder of our Count Manor. The contract is void, and he must move out today.”
“What?”
Fei Yangyang was stunned, unable to believe it. He had just invited Chu Liang two days ago, and today he was being asked to leave?
If this matter were to spread, how would outsiders view the Count Manor?
Breaking a contract, going back on their word!
“Impossible!” Fei Yangyang’s face darkened. “Brother Chu, wait here for a moment; I’ll go ask my father!”
“Hehe, don’t bother asking.”
A sneer rang out; it was none other than the Eldest Young Master, Fei Yangchu.
With the corners of his mouth raised in a smug expression, he blocked their way and said, “Second Brother, Father has spoken. Hurry up and let Chu Liang get out! Our Count Manor doesn’t welcome people like him!”
“Get out of the way; I’m going to see Father!” Fei Yangyang’s face was ice-cold as he instantly erupted with a powerful aura.
Fei Yangchu narrowed his eyes, his aura also beginning to rise.
Since things had escalated to this point, there was no need to pretend any longer. They confronted each other directly, on the verge of fighting at the slightest disagreement.
At this time, the Count Manor’s old steward, Xie Huaixian, came over and said in a deep voice, “Second Young Master, this is indeed the Count’s decision; there is no falsehood in it.”
“How is that possible?” Fei Yangyang roared. “The matter of the contract was personally agreed upon by Father! How can he agree one moment and go back on his word the next? How can there be such a thing?”
“I don’t know either.” Xie Huaixian simply shook his head.
“Move aside; let me see Father.” Fei Yangyang shouted.
“Second Young Master, the Count does not wish to see anyone right now, not even you. Don’t disturb him.” Xie Huaixian still blocked the way, refusing to move.
“What’s the matter that he won’t even see his own son?”
Fei Yangyang was furious, clenching his fists.
But he was only a Blood Coagulation Realm martial artist with Five Strands of Qi and Blood, while the old steward Xie Huaixian before him was a Late Tendon Tempering Realm expert. He couldn’t get through at all.
Xie Huaixian sighed, “Second Young Master, the Count must have his reasons for doing this. Why not let Young Hero Chu leave first and ask again in a few days?”
“No!”
Fei Yangyang’s face was filled with anger, and he refused outright.
A few days?
By then, the news would have already spread, and it would be too late to do anything.
Fei Yangyang glared towards the depths of the Count Manor, his Qi and Blood surging. He shouted, “Father, why has our Count Manor gone back on its word? Have we lost all sense of honor?!”
His voice boomed, resounding throughout the Count Manor.
A trace of helplessness flashed across Xie Huaixian’s old face.
Beside him, Fei Yangchu’s smug expression intensified.
At this moment, in the quiet depths of the Count Manor,
In a pavilion,
The current Count of Yongjia, Fei Yunfeng, stood with his hands behind his back, his head full of gray hair, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life. He stood by the wooden window of the pavilion, looking towards the Count Manor’s gate.
Fei Yangyang’s angry voice reached him, causing him to sigh deeply.
Lost all sense of honor?
In the face of that Grandmaster expert from Treasure Pavilion, what meaning did honor have?
