Chapter 846

The Kaiyuan Emperor finally agreed to Tang Luo's incense and fate condition.

Not only that, he also proactively sent Tang Luo a batch of supplies, which even included a thousand warhorses.

Using the Kaiyuan Emperor's own words, forming a good karmic bond—no matter how others ultimately fare, he remains a supreme grandmaster.

Even if he ultimately fails, as long as he doesn't die, he can make a comeback.

And what if he dies? So what?

He, Gu Ling, is the Emperor of Great Qian—when Jia Rong eventually fails and dies, would anyone really settle scores later just because he once helped Jia Rong?

Who is it? Come out and take a look?

I am the Kaiyuan Emperor of Great Qian!

Of course, these material supports are his limit; he won't help Tang Luo any further.

Oh, by the way, regarding intelligence on the Chaotic Lands, all the data collected over these years—including the spies and agents placed by Great Yin and Great Ding in the Chaotic Lands that Great Qian discovered—he generously handed over everything to Tang Luo.

Anyway, he has made up his mind to completely withdraw personnel.

He has no intention of planting any people around Tang Luo to report movements.

You should know, the Kaiyuan Emperor wouldn't even plant spies around a grandmaster, let alone a supreme grandmaster.

Tang Luo left the palace and returned to the Jia household.

There was no joyful atmosphere from the "Grand Tutor's" return; instead, the mood was oppressive.

Tang Luo casually pulled over a maid and asked, "What's going on now?"

The maid stammered and explained the whole situation.

It turned out to be another incident caused by Jia Baoyu—probably a few months had passed, and he had basically forgotten how he had frightened Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai back then.

He spent all day mourning, wondering if Lin Mei was crying today, when Xue Jie would return.

Whether Jia Rong and Jia Huan had properly cared for the family's sisters—if not, he would surely beat them upon his return.

Jia Baoyu had already made a firm decision.

This time, he must persuade the sisters at home to abandon martial arts and pursue literature, never again engaging in such dangerous pursuits.

What's good about martial arts? Isn't reciting poetry and composing couplets better at home?

If Lin Mei doesn't cry, is she still Lin Mei?

So, when seeing Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, and others, Jia Baoyu steadied himself and did not faint!

This was also due to the two women's increasingly refined aura, which had basically been restrained.

If battlefield killing intent were released, needless to say, Jia Baoyu could be frightened to death.

After returning to the mansion and meeting Jia Mu, Jia Mu naturally looked at a group of maids and wanted to cry—if she didn't cry, how would she show her deep concern?

This is the care of elders.

After Jia Mu cried a few times, she awkwardly stopped, because she noticed that besides Wang Fu (Jia Baoyu's mother), Xue Yi Ma (Xue Baochai's mother) crying along, and Xing Fu (Jia Zha's wife) joining in with a few dry sobs, no one else was crying.

Even her personal senior maid, Yuanyang, whom she had insisted on keeping, only managed to squeeze out a few tears.

Well, the scene of the whole family bawling loudly to express closeness was gone.

Lin Daiyu and the others certainly wouldn't cry—boys shed blood, not tears; what's there to cry about? No missing arms or legs, not even a scar on their bodies—originally there were, but Tang Luo had enlightened them with the "Scar-Removing Radiance."

Jia Mu was somewhat displeased; this group didn't even know how to cheer her up.

She had originally prepared a basket full of heartfelt words, but now it wasn't appropriate to say things like "You've darkened and lost weight, my son."

No, Lin Daiyu and the others hadn't darkened or lost weight; their spirits were full, and although they had all changed into women's clothing, they still radiated heroic vigor.

Truly, they bore a heroic and spirited bearing—Jia Baoyu, watching from the side, nearly drooled.

Suddenly opening the door to a new world, he felt that occasionally being like this wasn't bad either—no need to daily "cast pearls before the moon."

Of course, Jia Baoyu still preferred the former Lin Daiyu and the others—a group of soft, delicate, warbling swallows.

Now he was just seeking novelty.

Having failed to cry, the follow-up was various idle chatter, and Jia Baoyu gradually became the center of attention, insisting on establishing a poetry society with the sisters.

Wind, flowers, snow, moon, composing poetry and matching couplets—this is the proper way to open the realm of Red Chamber.

But Lin Daiyu and the others showed no interest.

What's fun about writing poetry compared to martial training?

After being rejected several times, Jia Baoyu couldn't save face and wanted to unleash his ultimate move—smashing jade.

Anyway, his father Jia Zheng wasn't present.

Then he glanced at Jia Huan standing nearby with a smile, and instantly found a target for his anger: "What are you laughing at? Do you even know how to compose poetry?"

Ao Yulie, who had been enjoying the spectacle, never expected the warfire to burn him too, and felt a secret delight.

Young man, you're bringing this on yourself—I won't hold back, or I'd be sorry to myself.

Thus, Ao Yulie began reciting poetry.

Within the limited time, Ao Yulie unleashed a barrage of Li Bai, Wang Wei, and others, then looked proudly at Jia Baoyu: "Who exactly doesn't know poetry?"

This world has no such great poets—Ao Yulie's copying faced no pressure.

Of course, if examined closely, one would find many BUGs arising from differing historical allusions, but now everyone is being struck down by Li Bai and company in a dimensional reduction, so they haven't noticed at all.

Jia Baoyu's lips trembled—why, why is this happening! These fine poems actually came from Jia Huan's mouth?

As his qi and blood surged, he jerked the jade pendant from his neck and smashed it: "What's picking up bones and marrow? I'll smash you to pieces!"

"Pa-ta!"

The jade fell to the ground from Jia Baoyu's throw, the sound clearly audible.

Ao Yulie narrowed his eyes, staring at that piece of jade.

To be honest, at first everyone was considering the xianxia background as mere backdrop in Dream of the Red Chamber, then a high-martial world burst forth, followed by the Four Great Classics, and everyone temporarily set aside the xianxia background, which had little impact on the main story.

Now Jia Baoyu suddenly smashed jade, and Ao Yulie became somewhat interested.

Are these people really immortals reincarnated?

What's so special about this piece of jade?

The jade fell to the ground and still "bounced" twice without shattering; one can see it's somewhat extraordinary.

But that's as far as it goes; Ao Yulie couldn't discern any further clues.

To tell the truth, he felt in his heart that this mission world might have deeper waters than what they currently see.

"Didn't shatter." Ao Yulie, lost in thought, said casually.

Jia Baoyu's body shuddered, his eyes rolled back, and he was literally infuriated into fainting by Ao Yulie.

Dropping the jade was already a major incident; after dropping the jade, he fainted from anger because of a sarcastic remark from "Jia Huan," and Grandmother Jia flew into a thunderous rage. To appease Grandmother Jia's fury,

Lin Daiyu and the others knelt down, as easily as eating and drinking.

They grew up in the Jia household; even if it meant kneeling to entertain their parents in colorful robes, they were willing.

But Ao Yulie wouldn't. Kneel and kowtow to Jia Baoyu? Living in a dream. At this, Grandmother Jia was truly enraged and was about to strike.

The instant before she struck, Sun Wukong appeared, glancing coldly at Grandmother Jia.

Grandmother Jia was struck as if by lightning, vomiting blood and fainting on the spot.

So when Tang Luo returned, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Oh, it wasn't just Grandmother Jia and Jia Baoyu who were unconscious; Jia Zheng was too.

Hearing his old mother had fainted, Jia Zheng rushed over intending to beat Jia Huan, this unfilial son, to death with a rod.

However, Ao Yulie wasn't the real Jia Huan, so he couldn't be bothered to pay attention; thus Jia Zheng also fainted from rage.

Seeing the master faint, Lady Wang wailed once and also fainted.

A family — just has to be neat and tidy, all together.

"Heh." Hearing the description, Tang Luo didn't take the servants' sky-is-falling panic to heart at all, laughing casually.

Come to think of it, why do these people faint from anger at the drop of a hat?

Do the Jia family members come with a built-in frail-and-dizzy buff?

Think about it carefully — Dream of the Red Chamber is indeed full of invalids. Lin Daiyu goes without saying; Xue Baochai also has an ailment requiring Cold Fragrance Pills; Jia Baoyu has hysteria.

Didn't expect that even switched to a high-martial world, they're still this prone to fainting from anger.

The Jia family might well have a "100% chance to faint from anger" setting.

Arriving in the courtyard, Lin Daiyu and the other Thirteen Guardians knelt there, their faces also somewhat bleak.

Their bond with Grandmother Jia was deep, and they were childhood playmates with Jia Baoyu.

Now, although they disliked him and didn't think much of Jia Baoyu's behavior, it was only dislike of his actions — it hadn't risen to the level of hating the person.

Now that even Jia Zheng and Lady Wang were unconscious, they naturally worried.

Caught between elders and the Great King, it was quite a dilemma.

Precisely sensing that Monkey and his monkey disciples were in a bind, Sun Wukong simply left, lying in the sky looking down.

Ao Yulie, meanwhile, was off to the side eating a banana — the standing kind.

Jia Zheng and his wife fainted, Grandmother Jia fainted; no one could order him to kneel. If Uncle Jia She didn't know what was good for him, Ao Yulie could blast him to charcoal with a single bolt of lightning — the not-dead kind.

The Thirteen Guardians occasionally signaled Ao Yulie with their eyes: What do we do?

Ao Yulie returned a firm gaze: What's there to fear? We've got backing.

The person behind them — when Tang Luo arrived, this was exactly the scene he saw.

In the corner of the courtyard, Jia She and his wife were there loudly BB-ing, saying strange things.

"Your second branch's residence is restless! You have today too, hahahaha!"

The elder branch, long suppressed by Grandmother Jia, finally vented their spleen. Don't look at their surface grief and worry for Grandmother Jia; inside, who knows how delighted they were.

"Scram."

Tang Luo glanced at Jia She and his wife.

Their voices cut off abruptly, and they slunk away in disgrace; before the juniors they still dared speak strangely.

Yet they didn't dare act up in the slightest before Jia Rong — even though he's also a junior. But this junior could deal a killing blow even to his own father; why would he care about uncles?

"Stop kneeling, get up. From now on, my Jia family's kneeling — neither heaven nor earth can bear it." Tang Luo spoke with chuunibyou flair.

The Thirteen Guardians heard this and rose one after another: "But Grandmother Jia..."

"I'll handle it," Tang Luo said. "Once it's settled, we're off to Chang'an Commandery to build our Number One City Under Heaven. The Jia clan will become the Number One Clan Under Heaven; no one will restrain you anymore — do whatever you want."

His words stirred their hearts, filling them with longing for the future.

The world is so big; we want to go see it.

Lin Daiyu and the others were long past being little girls content to stay quietly at home.

Jia Baoyu is the one who is.

Grandmother Jia slowly woke, and saw her youngest son and beloved grandson lying on a soft couch not far away (Lady Wang had been moved elsewhere), eyes tightly shut, complexions poor — clearly they had also fainted.

Fortunately, their lives were not in danger.

She also saw Tang Luo sitting casually to the side with a smile, and instantly her anger flared from nowhere.

"Senile already?" Before Grandmother Jia could speak, Tang Luo looked at her and said, the smile vanishing from his face.

Grandmother Jia's body stiffened abruptly; the air in the room instantly became incomparably heavy.

"Since you find each other detestable, let's split the household." Tang Luo said. "I intend to strike out on my own outside, and will take those willing to follow me. Do you have any objection?"

"..." Grandmother Jia's mouth opened and closed, but she said nothing.

Of course she had objections, but she couldn't voice them, because she hadn't become senile to that extent.

If she spoke, would this Jia clan ancestress of hers suddenly, due to advanced age, pass away peacefully?

"Good, no objections then. That's settled." Tang Luo stood, walked to the door, just about to push it open and leave, then stopped. "Let me ask you something."

"……You say." Grandmother Jia's voice and lips were trembling.

She was both frightened and angry. Unfilial descendants! Unfilial descendants!

"You… are we Jia family people set to have a hundred percent chance of fainting from anger?" Tang Luo pointed at the still-unconscious Jia Baoyu and the unfortunate Jia Zheng.

Grandmother Jia's body jerked, and she fainted again, swiftly and cleanly, completely ignoring her cultivation as a martial arts grandmaster.

"Hmm, it seems so indeed." Tang Luo smiled, pushed the door open, and left.