Chapter 392: with translation of chapter title

The next morning, while the sky was still dim, Wei Xiong shook me and Pangzi awake with all his strength.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Wei Xiong nearby, his eyes wide open, looking at me and Pangzi with reluctance.

Wei Xiong sighed, reluctantly saying, "Hai Sheng, Xiaoqiang, I have to leave, rushing back to Guangdong to set off with my uncle tonight."

Still half-asleep, I lazily waved my hand: "Go on, go on, see you next time." But after saying that, I suddenly jerked fully awake.

Damn, I haven't given him the Longquan Sword yet! And I didn't mention the clothing matter either.

Immediately, I jumped up like a cow whose tail had been stepped on.

"Wait, don't go yet!" I woke quickly, but Pangzi was faster, grabbing Wei Xiong who was heading out the door in one swift move.

"What are you doing?" Wei Xiong turned, looking at Pangzi in confusion.

"Actually, it's nothing, well, I've been researching a spell lately," Pangzi paused, then leaned close to Wei Xiong with a sly smile: "That spell can actually attract peach blossoms, you know."

"Can it really attract peach blossoms?" Wei Xiong raised his eyebrows, rubbing his hands together.

"It's a must—if a prince makes a move, attracting peach blossoms is trivial, even bees and butterflies will come. As long as I cast it a little, I guarantee that within sixty days countless pure girls will come flying at you, and you won't be able to dodge." Pangzi slapped his chest hard, leered, and moved close to Wei Xiong's ear, a devilish temptation whispering: "How about it, do you want to try this spell?"

I... honestly, Pangzi now looks like a first-rate fraud.

In just a moment, I understood Pangzi's purpose. He wanted to use the pretext of boosting peach blossoms to put on a show of a spell, making Wei Xiong wear those clothes tightly while also handing over the Longquan Sword.

Thinking that, I quickly chimed in: "Exactly, that's it. Pangzi practiced this spell for a long time before mastering it. Last time he did it for a bald guy, and wow... you really shouldn't say, but two months later the guy was agonizing over which girl to marry."

To make Wei Xiong believe, I even fabricated a story about that bald guy under a noble pretext.

With my agreement, Wei Xiong not only truly believed such a spell existed, but he was utterly convinced. His breathing quickened noticeably as he grabbed Pangzi's sleeve and pleaded: "Xiaoqiang, we're all so close—if there's a good thing, you have no reason not to share it with your brothers!"

Pangzi nodded naturally: "Of course it's a must—who told us we're all brothers?"

After saying that, he took Wei Xiong and ran into the room where the spell had been cast the previous night.

As for what they were doing in there, I had no idea. All I saw was Wei Xiong coming out with a beaming face, his spirit evidently boosted a hundredfold, blissfully clutching the Longquan Sword, unable to put it down.

"Xiaoqiang, no need to say more—thanks this time, brother! Once I strike it rich, I'll definitely not forget you two." Wei Xiong left, hugging the Longquan Sword, overjoyed.

After I saw him off to the door and watched him walk away, I asked Pangzi, utterly puzzled: "I mean, what method did you use..."

"Didn't you see? I just performed a rite in the name of boosting peach blossoms for him. Then I told him the magical power was all poured into that piece of clothing—if he wants abundant peach blossoms, he has to wear those clothes for a few more days."

"No, I'm wondering how you managed to link peach blossoms with the Longquan Sword."

Pangzi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and dreamily said: "I just told him this sword is a treasure passed down from General Yue Fei, King Yue, soaked in the king's heroic aura. Carrying it multiplies a man's charm countless times over... so he couldn't let go of it."

After saying that, Pangzi shrugged his shoulders and laughed triumphantly.

I... although this method is indeed clever, everyone in China knows King Yue used a spear. The Yue family spear technique shook ancient and modern times, passed down for ages, yet here you've turned it into a sword.

Such a method could only be dreamed up by Pangzi's wild imagination. And only someone like Wei Xiong, a reluctant-to-marry, tight-fisted oaf, would believe such a "truth."

Anyway, things ended satisfactorily. Thinking that, I flopped back onto the sofa and slept peacefully.

I slept straight through until after six in the evening; when I opened my bleary eyes and woke up, I found it was already dark.

Moreover, two people had unexpectedly appeared in the room.

One was Silijing, the other Yao Yirong. They both happened to put on evening gowns—Yao Yirong in a rose-red strapless long dress, Silijing in a pale yellow backless long gown, paired with white high heels and two sparkling crystal earrings.

Their temperaments were similar—one fiery and passionate, the other exuding mature, elegant noblewoman grace.

Even more surprising was Pangzi... wearing a pure white suit. At this moment, his bulky physique had vanished, replaced by a solemn, slightly mature face, his whole body radiating the distinctive aura of a successful man.

"Sigh... up and at 'em, we're supposed to go to the banquet," Yuan Qiu beside me gave me a push, and only then did I notice that Yuan Qiu himself had changed into a suit, wearing transparent gold-rimmed glasses, his narrowed eyes flashing a businessman's glint.

"A banquet... what banquet, and how did Yirong and Jingjing sister come here?" Just waking up, my head was still very foggy.

"You forgot—today is Zheng ge's birthday, we need to hurry to the dance party!" Pangzi gave me a shove, then pointed at Yao Yirong and Silijing, saying: "They're the dance partners I invited."

Only then did I recall that today is Chen Zheng's birthday, and that I, Yuan Qiu, and Pangzi still had to go to the dance tonight.

Hastily taking the suit Pangzi handed me, I ran into the bathroom and took a shower.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Pangzi looked at me in my white suit and immediately exclaimed: "Holy shit, I wouldn't have guessed you'd look so presentable in a suit."

I immediately rolled my eyes at him, picked up a comb to tidy my hair, and stopped paying attention to this good-for-nothing who doesn't even know how to give a compliment.

………………

At eight o'clock in the evening, the five of us, guided by an Audi, arrived at a strange yet splendidly golden and luxurious villa.

After we handed the invitation to the greeter at the door, the five of us were directly ushered inside.

At that moment, I suddenly noticed Pangzi's legs trembling uncontrollably.

It makes no sense—we've seen plenty of officials and nobles; Pangzi has no reason to be stage‑frightened.

"Sigh... I say, King Pangzi, why do your feet keep shaking like this? The dance may be a bit upscale, but there's nothing to fear!" I gave him a gentle push.

"You don't know!" Pangzi sighed bitterly, pursing his lips: "I thought I'd just be making do, so I figured there'd be tasty abalone and shark fin, and deliberately skipped lunch. Now I'm starving, my legs are shaking."

After a pause, he shook his head repeatedly: "No way—once the dance starts, I'll definitely pig out to replenish the nutrients I've burned."

Yao Yirong lightly covered her mouth and teased: "Xiaoqiang ge, you're not replenishing nutrients—you're just loading up on fat!"

"Am I fat?" Pangzi glanced at Yao Yirong, pouted, and said: "No, I'm just sturdy."

He nodded firmly: "My dad's right—men like Maitreya Buddha are forever the most charming." After a while, Pangzi clenched his fist, smiled, and flashed a big white grin, looking exactly like the later worldwide manga sensation Luffy.

After taking a deep breath, Pangzi shouted in a voice full of hope and fervent passion: "Come on, I'm going to become a man like Maitreya Buddha!"

Having said that, he flicked his hair, linked arms with Silijing's shoulder, lifted his head, and strode into the ballroom.

I, Yuan Qiu, and Yao Yirong stood outside, staring at each other, utterly struck by Pangzi's narcissism.

At that moment, Yuan Qiu suddenly sighed, like a student with a strong thirst for knowledge, looking at me and asking: "Hai Sheng, are Xiaoqiang ge's parents both type B blood?"

"Oh," I looked at Yuan Qiu, utterly bewildered: "Why are you asking that?"

Yuan Qiu sighed, gazing deeply at Pangzi's back: "Don't you think only two B‑blood parents could produce such a 2B kid?"

I…………

After a while, I could only sigh and say softly: "Comrade Pangzi keeps advancing earnestly down the road of 'two,' though the path is rough, he has an indestructible Xiaoqiang heart, so as long as the revolution hasn't succeeded, Comrade Pangzi will absolutely not give up."