[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds":3,"chapter-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-56":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","High Martial Arts Across Two Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2361027,4616,"Chapter 56","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>“Cang Luo?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Haoran murmured in confusion, then turned to the direction Cang Luo pointed to; when he saw Cang Luo among the crowd, his brow immediately furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? How is that waste still at the sect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did Ouyang Lie handle this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Haoran felt today was utterly terrible—first he was ordered to accompany Murong Ye, the second-generation martial scion of Kong Sheng Academy, and now he had to see another waste he despised...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Xuan Qingqing also spotted Cang Luo; after so long, she had almost forgotten his existence, wondering if he was still adjusting to the Yuanwu Continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuanwu Continent doesn’t have ice cream, cola, instant noodles, or any tasty or fun things!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must miss the Secret Realm Earth, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking about Earth’s things for a while, Xuan Qingqing hurried toward Cang Luo, while Murong Ye and the others followed in orderly fashion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Haoran, a step behind, frowned again, cast a deep glance at Cang Luo, then followed Xuan Qingqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo saw Xuan Qingqing, Li Haoran, and the Kong Sheng Academy group approaching en masse, and immediately felt a bad premonition—he was sure something was about to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Cang Luo decided to say as little as possible, just eat his fill, and avoid trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingqing Senior Sister! It’s Qingqing Senior Sister! She’s coming this way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, so beautiful! Another inner sect disciple!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Sect Master’s daughter, and at only sixteen she’s already reached Martial Master cultivation! If I could win her favor and spend a night with her, I’d die content!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“......”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo nearly spat out his wine at Wang Fuhai’s words; he couldn’t help but give him a thumbs-up and admire, “Wang Senior Brother, you’re amazing—even the Sect Master’s daughter dares to fantasize about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fuhai chuckled awkwardly, curious: “Cang Junior Brother, why are you just hunched over eating? Not even glancing at Qingqing Senior Sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s the Sect Master’s daughter—her status isn’t lower than a princess’s!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Qingqing Senior Sister hardly ever comes to the outer sect; we rarely see her once a month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo, chewing on a grilled chicken wing without looking up, said: “With my appearance, how could I dare to gaze upon the high-status Sect Master’s daughter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha! Cang Senior Brother, how magnanimous! Admirable! Admirable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speaker was Zhao Renwu; after speaking, he glanced at Cang Luo’s beard-stubbled face, then at Gan Lei and the others beside him, feeling deep disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At twenty-two, still only Martial Warrior Seventh Layer? Who would follow him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ll regret this—don’t come crawling back to me later, hmph!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xuan Qingqing led Li Haoran and the Kong Sheng Academy group to the front, all outer sect disciples rose and bowed respectfully, calling out: “Senior Sister Qingqing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Li Haoran, everyone present except Cang Luo didn’t recognize him and couldn’t name him, but seeing his inner sect robe, they still greeted: “Senior Brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Li Haoran was famous, among three thousand inner sect disciples, not everyone was widely known—even if you’d heard his name, you might never have seen him; even elite disciples weren’t universally recognized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elite disciples were ranked monthly by combat results in the inner sect rankings; only a hundred slots existed, losers dropped, winners rose, and the list changed every month—anyone could become an elite disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing nodded slightly, her chest gently rising, signaling the junior disciples to relax, exuding senior sister poise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she stepped forward two paces to Cang Luo’s side, pointing at his beard and laughing: “Cang Luo Junior Brother, it’s been ages—how did you turn into a scruffy old man? Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Xuan Qingqing’s question was utterly ordinary, to the outer sect disciples, it carried a different meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plain-born, mediocre-aptitude outer sect disciples were deeply puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does Qingqing Senior Sister know Cang Luo? And they seem close? She even knows his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Renwu stared at Cang Luo in surprise, filled with confusion and envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why does this aging disciple get Qingqing Senior Sister to call him by name? Shouldn’t he be like us—knowing her, but unknown to her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did he even meet her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fuhai was equally baffled; just moments ago, in his idle chat with Zhao Renwu, he learned Cang Luo was just an ordinary outer sect disciple—no connections, no money, and abysmal talent, still at Martial Warrior Seventh Layer at twenty-two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he decisively abandoned the idea of befriending Cang Luo, even changing his address from “Cang Senior Brother” to “Cang Junior Brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now it seems it’s not that simple? He knows Qingqing Senior Sister, the Sect Master’s daughter?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Qingqing Senior Sister’s tone, she seems deeply familiar with Cang Luo?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange! I must change my mind—I need to get closer to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing’s single remark not only altered Wang Fuhai’s view of Cang Luo, but also gave Gan Lei and the five new members of Cang Luo’s group a sense of reassurance, strengthening their resolve to stick with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo felt the strange stares and sighed inwardly, helplessly replying: “Senior Sister Qingqing, I’ve been training in the Beast Forest these past days and just returned today—I haven’t had time to tidy up. My apologies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha! You look quite dashing like this... Smells delicious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing took a deep breath, glanced at the golden-roasted spear boar, and cheerfully asked: “Can we eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Cang Luo could speak, Wang Fuhai rushed to answer: “Senior Sister Qingqing, please help yourself! All Kong Sheng Academy senior brothers and sisters, feel free to enjoy—should there be too little, I’ll buy more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing nodded: “Then we won’t be polite! Murong Senior Brother, you all should try too—fresh spear boar isn’t available in the capital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, she happily pulled a small meat-cutting knife and a silver serving tray from her storage ring and walked toward the roasting spear boar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Haoran hurried after her, took the knife and tray from her hands, and attentively served her on both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murong Ye glanced at Li Haoran, disdainful of his obsequiousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the others, he too was drawn to the dripping spear boar; he looked around, then pointed his hand at the empty ground beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, an empty space suddenly materialized a table over a zhang long, four benches, and a dark-brown wooden chest atop the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the table appeared, two attractive female disciples from the Kong Sheng Academy stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked to the table, expertly opened the chest, took out a set of blue-and-white porcelain tableware and several exquisite silk tablecloths, laid the cloths over the table and benches, then arranged the bowls and chopsticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, one of the women bowed respectfully to Murong Ye: “Senior Brother, please dine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This entire display left Cang Luo and the others stunned, mouths agape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Cang Luo, who had only been transmigrated for less than a month, but even Yuanwu Continent natives like Wang Fuhai and Zhao Renwu had never seen anyone make such a fuss over a simple outdoor meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A priceless storage ring—used just to store tables, chairs, and chopsticks? How enormous must its interior space be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What status does this Murong Senior Brother hold in Kong Sheng Academy? At least the grandson of a sect elder?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In stark contrast to Cang Luo’s group, the many Xuantian Sect female disciples now stared at Murong Ye like lovesick fools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they’d found their soulmates, their eyes brimmed with infatuation; several even openly declared they’d gladly offer their first time to earn his favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Kong Sheng Academy group, the Xuantian Sect’s behavior was like that of rustic country folk—they smiled faintly, their eyes holding three parts mockery, seven parts pride...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kong Sheng Academy’s haughty attitude deeply annoyed Zhao Renwu, Wang Fuhai, and Cang Feng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo was also annoyed—but not because of their arrogance; he was annoyed because among the lovesick girls, he spotted a familiar figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yunjiao!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yunjiao was now staring fixedly at Murong Ye, her bright eyes shimmering with dewy longing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo muttered bitterly: “Storage rings... are they really that valuable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Wang Fuhai sighed enviously: “Of course they’re valuable—I won’t even mention the price, since it’s measured in supreme yuan stones. I’ve never even seen what a supreme yuan stone looks like.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Wang Fuhai added: “Ninety percent of storage rings on the Yuanwu Continent are tiny—small enough only to hold weapons in a cylindrical shape, maybe a few small items. Qingqing Senior Sister’s ring is probably like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this Murong Senior Brother’s ring holds a whole table...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo nodded, stole a glance at Yunjiao, then silently walked to the corner to tend the barbecue; Gan Lei and the five others followed closely behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Murong Ye had already seated himself at the table, to the astonishment of Xuan Qingqing and Li Haoran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rolling up his sleeves, he softly told his junior disciples behind him: “It’s rare to come to Tongzhou—if you’re hungry, eat some—but don’t forget propriety.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to the two women standing beside him: “Fang Yi Senior Sister and Lin Xin Senior Sister, please cut me some spear boar meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Senior Brother Murong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yi and Lin Xin bowed, each taking a knife and tray, and stepped daintily toward the roasted spear boar, amid the envious and jealous stares of the Xuantian Sect disciples, carefully slicing several prime pieces of meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After presenting the meat to Murong Ye’s table, Fang Yi stayed to serve him, while Lin Xin turned and walked toward Wang Fuhai and Zhao Renwu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xin approached Wang Fuhai and Zhao Renwu; in their puzzled gazes, she pulled a pale blue yuan stone from her sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said flatly: “This is a mid-grade yuan stone—worth one hundred silver taels.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she tossed the mid-grade yuan stone to Wang Fuhai—it was Murong Ye’s “token of propriety.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fuhai caught it hastily, confused: “Senior Sister, what does this mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not enough?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xin’s brow twitched slightly; a look of disgust flashed across her face. She glared at Wang Fuhai, then pulled another mid-grade yuan stone from her sleeve and tossed it to Zhao Renwu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhao Renwu didn’t reach out to catch it—he simply slapped the stone away; it happened to strike Lin Xin’s slightly rounded chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! Scoundrel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Xin shrieked, her face instantly flushed with shame and fury; the next moment, she swung her hand toward Zhao Renwu’s face...\u003C\u002Fp>",1741,"2026-06-21T06:04:04.528Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d9076b84f8fa83eef9499de39d58fbf7beb5348e5ad500c75ba8c266cec64e1f","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-57","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-55",157,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhigh-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-cover.jpg"]