Chapter 56: Murong Ye

"Cang Huangwu?"

Li Haoran murmured in confusion, then looked in the direction Murong Ye indicated. Upon seeing Facing Facing Cang Luo in the crowd, his brows immediately furrowed.

Hmm? Why is that waste still staying at the sect?

How did that brat Ouyang Lie handle things?

Li Haoran felt today was terrible. First, he was ordered to accompany Murong Ye, a second-generation martial artist from the Kong Sheng Sage Academy, and now he saw a waste he despised deeply...

At this moment, Xuan Qingqing also saw Facing Facing Cang Luo. It had been a long time since they met; she had almost forgotten his existence. She wondered if he was used to life on the Yuanwu Continent.

The Yuanwu Continent has no ice cream, cola, instant noodles, or other delicious foods and fun things!

He must miss the secret realm Earth very much.

After thinking for a while about things on Earth, Xuan Qingqing walked quickly toward Facing Facing Cang Luo, while Murong Ye and the others followed in an orderly manner.

Li Haoran, who was a step behind, furrowed his brows again, looked deeply at Facing Facing Cang Luo, and then followed Xuan Qingqing.

Seeing Xuan Qingqing and Li Haoran, along with the entire Kong Sheng Sage Academy group marching toward them, Facing Facing Cang Luo immediately felt a bad premonition, thinking something would surely happen soon.

So, Facing Facing Cang Luo decided to try not to speak later and just eat his own food to avoid trouble.

"Senior Sister Qingqing, it's Senior Sister Qingqing! Senior Sister Qingqing is walking toward us."

"Wow, so beautiful! She's an inner sect disciple again."

"The sect master's daughter, reaching the Warrior Stage 7 cultivation at only sixteen. If I could enjoy her favor and spend a good night with her, I would die content!"

"..."

Hearing Wang Fuhai's words, Facing Facing Cang Luo almost spat out the fine wine in his mouth. He couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up and said admiringly, "Senior Brother Wang is amazing; you dare to fantasize about the sect master's daughter."

Wang Fuhai smiled awkwardly and asked curiously, "Why does Junior Brother Cang only keep his head down eating silently? He doesn't even glance at Senior Sister Qingqing?"

She is the sect master's daughter; her status is no lower than that of a princess.

Also, Senior Sister Qingqing rarely comes to the outer sect. Normally, we don't see her even once a month."

While eating roasted chicken wings, Facing Facing Cang Luo said without looking up, "With this appearance of mine, what face do I have to gaze greedily at the noble sect master's daughter?"

"Hehe! Senior Brother Cang is open-minded. Admire! Admire!"

The speaker was Zhao Renwu. After speaking, he glanced at Facing Facing Cang Luo, whose face was covered in stubble, then looked at Gan Lei and the others sitting beside him, feeling very disdainful in his heart.

Only at Warrior Stage 7 at twenty-two years old, yet people still follow him?

You will regret it. Don't come back begging me then, hmph!

As he spoke, Xuan Qingqing led Li Haoran and the Kong Sheng Sage Academy group to the crowd. All the outer sect disciples stood up to pay their respects, respectfully calling out, "Greetings, Senior Sister Qingqing!"

As for Li Haoran, no one in the crowd recognized him except Facing Facing Cang Luo. Unable to say his name, but seeing he wore inner sect disciple robes, everyone also said, "Greetings, Senior Brother."

Although Li Haoran was very famous, with three thousand inner sect disciples, it was impossible for everyone to be widely known. Even if one had heard the name, one might not have seen the person. Even elite disciples were not known to everyone.

Because elite disciples were ranked according to the battle results of the monthly inner sect ranking tournament, with exactly one hundred elite disciple slots. The losers dropped down, the winners moved up, with certain changes every month. Anyone could become an elite disciple.

Xuan Qingqing puffed her slightly bulging chest, nodded lightly, and signaled the junior brothers to relax, fully displaying her senior sister's demeanor.

Suddenly, she took two steps forward to stand before Facing Facing Cang Luo, pointed at his stubble, and laughed, "Junior Brother Facing Facing Cang Luo, it's been many days since we met. How did you turn into a bearded uncle? Hahaha!"

Although Xuan Qingqing's question was as ordinary as could be, it carried a different meaning in the ears of the many outer sect disciples.

The group of outer sect disciples, all from commoner backgrounds with ordinary aptitudes, felt deeply confused.

It seems Senior Sister Qingqing knows Facing Facing Cang Luo? It looks like their relationship is quite good? She even knows his name.

Zhao Renwu looked at Facing Facing Cang Luo in surprise, his heart filled with confusion and jealousy.

On what grounds does this aged disciple Facing Facing Cang Luo deserve Senior Sister Qingqing to call his name? Shouldn't he be like us, only knowing Senior Sister Qingqing while she doesn't know us?

How did he come to know Senior Sister Qingqing?

Wang Fuhai also felt deeply puzzled. He had just learned from idle chat with Zhao Renwu that Facing Facing Cang Luo was just an ordinary outer sect disciple, with no connections and no money, and his aptitude was terribly poor, reaching only Warrior Stage 7 at twenty-two years old.

Thus, he decisively abandoned the idea of deepening his friendship with Facing Facing Cang Luo, even changing his address from Brother Cang to Junior Brother Cang.

However, it seems it's not that simple now? He actually knows the sect master's daughter, Senior Sister Qingqing?!

Judging by Senior Sister Qingqing's tone of speech, her relationship with Facing Facing Cang Luo seems quite deep?

Strange! It seems I need to change my mind; I need to deepen our friendship.

Xuan Qingqing's single sentence not only changed the wealthy Wang Fuhai's view of Facing Facing Cang Luo but also gave Gan Lei, Zhang Yan, and the other five who had just joined Facing Facing Cang Luo's group a reassurance, strengthening their determination to follow Facing Facing Cang Luo.

Sensing the strange gazes of everyone, Facing Facing Cang Luo sighed inwardly and said helplessly, "Replying to Senior Sister Qingqing, I have been training in the Beast Mountain Forest during this time. I just returned today and haven't tidied my appearance yet. Please forgive me."

"Haha! You actually look quite handsome like this... so fragrant!"

Xuan Qingqing took a deep breath, looked at the golden spear pigs being roasted, and said happily, "May we eat?"

Before Facing Facing Cang Luo could speak, Wang Fuhai jumped in and said, "Senior Sister Qingqing, please feel free. Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters from the Kong Sheng Sage Academy who traveled from afar are also welcome to enjoy freely. If there isn't enough, I will go buy more."

Xuan Qingqing nodded and said, "Then we won't be polite! Senior Brother Murong, you all come and taste too. Fresh spear pigs cannot be eaten in the capital."

Speaking thus, she happily took a small meat-cutting knife and a silver dining plate from her storage ring and walked toward the roasted spear pigs.

Li Haoran hurriedly followed, even taking the small knife and plate from Xuan Qingqing's hands, serving her diligently on her left and right.

Murong Ye glanced at Li Haoran, feeling very disdainful of his diligent manner.

No longer caring about others, seeing the oozing spear pigs made his fingers twitch. He looked left and right, then pointed at the empty ground beside him.

In the next moment, a square table about ten feet long suddenly appeared on the previously empty ground, along with four long benches. On the table sat a dark brown wooden box.

After the square table appeared, two female disciples with quite exquisite looks walked out from among the Kong Sheng Sage Academy disciples.

They walked to the square table, skillfully opened the wooden box, took out a set of blue-and-white porcelain tableware and several exquisite silk tablecloths, spread the tablecloths over the table and benches, and then arranged the bowls and chopsticks.

After finishing all this, one of the female disciples respectfully said to Murong Ye, "Senior Brother, please dine."

This entire operation left Facing Facing Cang Luo and the others staring with mouths agape, dumbfounded.

Not to mention Facing Facing Cang Luo, who had transmigrated less than a month ago, even locals of the Yuanwu Continent like Wang Fuhai and Zhao Renwu were seeing for the first time someone making such a huge fuss over having a picnic outdoors.

A storage ring, precious beyond measure, is actually used to store tables, chairs, benches, bowls, and chopsticks? How large must the space in this storage ring be?

What status does this fellow, whom Senior Sister Qingqing calls Senior Brother Murong, hold in the Kong Sheng Sage Academy? He must at least be the grandson of a sect elder.

In sharp contrast to Facing Facing Cang Luo and the others, the many female disciples of the Profound Tianmen who had followed were all staring at Murong Ye as if struck by lovesickness.

As if they had found their soulmates, their eyes were filled with romantic longing; indeed, quite a few female disciples declared on the spot that they hoped to receive Murong Ye's favor and were willing to offer their first time.

To the group from the Kong Sheng Sage Academy, the behavior of the Profound Tianmen crowd looked no different from that of country bumpkins who had never seen the world; they smiled at the corners of their mouths, their eyes holding three parts mockery and seven parts arrogance...

The haughty attitude of the Kong Sheng Sage Academy crowd made Zhao Renwu, Wang Fuhai, and Cang Feng and others extremely displeased.

Facing Facing Cang Luo was also extremely displeased, but the reason for his displeasure was not their haughty attitude; rather, among the lovesick female disciples, he had spotted a familiar figure.

Xiang Xiang Yunjiao!

At this moment, Xiang Xiang Yunjiao was also staring fixedly at Murong Ye, her pair of bright eyes shimmering with clear autumn waters...

"Spatial rings... are storage rings really that valuable?" Facing Facing Cang Luo asked, his voice laced with displeasure.

"Of course they are valuable," Wang Fuhai beside him said enviously. "I won't even mention the price, because it is measured in units of supreme-grade Spirit Stones; to this day, I have not even seen what a supreme-grade Spirit Stone looks like."

After a brief exchange of whistles, Wang Fuhai continued, "Ninety percent of the storage rings on the Martial Spirit Continent have very small capacities, so small that they can only be made into long barrel shapes to store weapons, perhaps holding a few small items at most; I estimate Sister Xuan Qingqing's storage ring is just like that.

Yet this Senior Brother Murong's storage ring can actually hold a square table..."

Facing Facing Cang Luo nodded, stole a glance at Xiang Xiang Yunjiao, then walked silently to a corner to tend the barbecue, with Gan Lei and the other five following closely behind.

At this moment, Murong Ye had already sat down before the square table, to the astonishment of Xuan Qingqing and Li Haoran.

While rolling up his sleeves, he said softly to the junior brothers and junior sisters behind him, "It is rare to come to Tongzhou; if you are hungry, you may eat a little as well, but do not forget propriety."

Speaking thus, he turned to the two female disciples standing on his left and right to serve him and said, "I trouble Junior Sister Fang Yi and Junior Sister Lin Xin to help your senior brother cut some spear-pig meat."

"Yes! Senior Brother Murong."

Fang Yi and Lin Xin bowed in response, each taking a small knife and a plate, and under the envious and jealous gazes of the Profound Tianmen crowd, they stepped with delicate steps to the golden-brown roasted spear-pig, seriously cutting several slices of the finest spear-pig meat.

After presenting the sliced spear-pig meat to Murong Ye's table, Fang Yi remained to serve Murong Ye, while Lin Xin turned and walked toward Wang Fuhai, Zhao Renwu, and the others.

Walking up to Wang Fuhai and Zhao Renwu, Lin Xin, under their confused gazes, took a pale blue Spirit Stone from her bosom.

With a blank expression, she said, "This is a medium-grade Spirit Stone, worth one hundred taels of silver."

Having finished speaking, she tossed the medium-grade Spirit Stone in her hand to Wang Fuhai; this medium-grade Spirit Stone was the "propriety" Murong Ye had spoken of.

Wang Fuhai hurriedly caught it and asked in confusion, "What does this mean, Senior Sister?"

"Not enough?!"

Lin Xin's eyebrows furrowed slightly; a hint of disgust suddenly appeared on her face. After casting a contemptuous glance at Wang Fuhai, she took another medium-grade Spirit Stone from her bosom and tossed it to Zhao Renwu.

However, Zhao Renwu did not reach out to catch it like Wang Fuhai; instead, he directly flicked the Spirit Stone away, and the flicked-away Spirit Stone, by sheer coincidence, struck Lin Xin's slightly heaving chest.

"Ah! Scoundrel!"

Lin Xin cried out in shock; instantly, her face flushed red with shame and anger. In the next moment, she swung her hand to strike Zhao Renwu's face...