Chapter 519: I Won't

Li Wenying seemed to sense her plan. Lowering his gaze to look at her, he said, "I see your Yintang is dark. You may be in for a bloody disaster soon. You'd better stay honestly in the Academy to avoid it."

Pan Yun: "Isn't there any way to dispel it?"

"There is. Three days of closed-door cultivation, three days without stepping outside, and it'll do."

What a money-saving way to dispel disaster—she didn't like it!

Pan Yun turned and walked off.

Seeing Miao Zhen and the other two silently followed behind her, heading back to Fengqi Court to settle in first.

Pan Yun pushed open the door, twisted around, and glared at Zhang Weiyi and Xue Hua trailing behind them: "That's enough, isn't it? The Embroidered Uniform Guard are gone, and you're still watching me?"

Zhang Weiyi: "…You're overthinking it. We live here too."

Seeing Miao Zhen looked up at the words. "Didn't you graduate? Can graduates still live in Fengqi Court?"

Pan Yun immediately said, "Right, didn't you graduate?"

Zhang Weiyi: "For these three days at least, we can still stay."

Xue Hua was far more direct. He simply turned his head and asked Tao Yanbai: "There's still one bed in my room. Want to stay there for now?"

Tao Yanbai looked toward his junior martial uncle.

Pan Yun raised a brow, very pleased with Xue Hua's thoughtfulness, and gave a slight nod.

Tao Yanbai accepted.

Xue Hua led Tao Yanbai off to settle in.

Zhang Weiyi: …

Pan Yun asked him, "What would it take to get my third martial nephew moved into Fengqi Court too?"

Zhang Weiyi: "Depends on talent."

Pan Yun: "Not entirely, right? For instance, us—did we move in on talent? Or again, for example…"

She glanced at the empty room beside them, tilted her chin up, and said, "Those three of Zhang Weiliang's—did they move in on talent?"

Zhang Weiyi had nothing to say in reply.

"You see, then, there's plenty of room to maneuver in this."

Zhang Weiyi, thoroughly headache-ridden, said, "Junior Sister Pan was a victim herself. Now that it's your turn, can't you be fair and impartial?"

Pan Yun tilted her head, thought for a moment, then nodded: "You're right. They're not good people, and I shouldn't learn their bad ways."

"In terms of talent and learning, my martial nephew is no worse than anyone entering this year. I think he qualifies to live here." Pan Yun changed her tack: "Besides, among the people living in this courtyard, aside from me and my two martial nephews being friendly and amiable, who else is easy to get along with?

To spare them the suffering we once suffered, I think it's better to let Tao Yanbai take that hardship. Come, come, Senior Brother Zhang, tell me—who should I go to get this done properly?"

Zhang Weiyi was so choked he couldn't speak.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Weiyi suddenly smiled, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "For something like this, finding my second uncle works best."

Pan Yun's thoughts stirred: "Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang?"

Zhang Weiyi: "That's my fifth uncle. My second uncle is the Head of Daguan Court."

"No, no, no, it's Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang," Pan Yun's eyes lit up: "I know now—I need to find Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang."

"Thank you," Pan Yun cheerfully called out to Seeing Miao Zhen and Miao He: "Let's go, tidy up the room."

Zhang Weiyi: …Is there any justice? He clearly said Zhang Ziwang—why was she so fixated on Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang?

Zhang Weiyi felt he had caused trouble. He couldn't help glancing left and right, and only relaxed once he saw no one nearby.

As long as they didn't speak, and he didn't speak, no one would ever know.

Pan Yun returned to her room and plopped down on the bed.

The room was bare, nothing in it, and the bed was empty too.

Pan Yun sat thinking for a moment, then began pulling things out of her storage space.

After pulling out a great pile of things, she looked at Hong Yan: "Let Little Hong come out for some air."

Hong Yan squeaked twice, then spoke in human tongue: "I can take human form too?" "You can," Pan Yun said. "My Daoist sect doesn't have so many taboos. As long as you don't leave this courtyard, no one will bother you."

Hong Yan's eyes rolled: "And if we do go out?"

"Then you'd better pray. Pray you run into an open-minded, interesting Daoist Priest—otherwise I'll have to go to the prison to collect you."

"Oh~~" Hong Yan didn't dare take that risk and obediently squatted down, though she did let Little Hong out.

Pan Yun dug out a set of Daoist robes, tossed Pan Xiaohei out, and began changing.

Hong Yan watched her tie her sleeves tight, her round head full of confusion: "Looks like you're going to fight."

Little Hong was already automatically tidying Pan Yun's room. Glancing over at the words, she said, "She is going to fight."

Pan Yun gave the two of them an approving look: "Not bad. These are combat clothes."

She tied her sleeves and pant legs secure, took out her sword, opened the door, and went out: "The room's in your hands now—do as you like. Pan Xiaohei, let's go!"

Pan Xiaohei meowed, leapt onto Pan Yun's shoulder, and asked, "Who are we beating up?"

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Pan Yun: "To go bond with Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang."

Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang was punished last year, and this year he's been called back to serve as a steward doing odd jobs.

It was exactly the time for returning senior students to register and new students to take the entrance exam and be assigned to classes—Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang was very busy.

Busy meant many people were looking for him. Pan Yun asked once and got it right. Before long, she had him cornered at a turning.

Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang was on his way to set up the examination venue for the Talisman Division when Pan Yun, sword in hand, cornered him at the turn. He looked left—a courtyard wall. He looked right—a tall platform…

Looking at Pan Yun's expressionless face, Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang swallowed hard.

He'd heard—Pan Yun had broken through the realm and crossed her tribulation before the new year, leaping up to become the First Marquis.

Her cultivation was higher than his.

Pan Yun paced forward. Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang couldn't help retreating. He tried hard to keep a stern face and said, fierce outside but timid within, "Pan Yun, what do you think you're doing? This is the Academy—fighting is forbidden inside the Academy, and beating up staff is even more forbidden!"

Pan Yun's face was expressionless: "Zhang Guanshi has misunderstood. I came to discuss a matter with you, I never intended to hit you."

Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang was half-convinced, half-doubting: "What matter did you seek me for?"

Pan Yun's left thumb rubbed against the sword hilt, her expression somewhere between a smile and a smile: "I have a martial nephew entering the academy this year. He is exceptionally gifted and talented far beyond the ordinary. I want him to move into Fengqi Court, so that we may look after one another."

"No," Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang refused without a second thought. "The spiritual Qi in Fengqi Court far surpasses that of the other courtyards. It has always been reserved for the heads of the third-year and fourth-year students. Your moving in as a first-year last year was already an exception."

Pan Yun asked: "Who was it that set that exception?"

Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang choked on his words.

Pan Yun cradled the sword in her arms, her right fingers tapping the hilt playfully: "Since an exception could be made last year, we shall simply make another one this year."

Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang's face darkened: "Are you threatening me?"

Pan Yun denied it flatly: "I am not."

Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang decided a gentleman should not quarrel with a woman, turned around and started to leave. "No exception can be made this year…"

Pan Yun stamped her foot. Two streaks of spiritual light swiftly shot across the ground, passed Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang, and with a whoosh formed a transparent wall of light before him.

Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang crashed face-first into the wall and staggered two steps backward.

Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang jerked his head up, only to find himself surrounded on all sides by an invisible barrier. Worse still, the moment Pan Yun formed a hand seal, a patch of dark clouds slowly drifted over and came to a stop above their heads.

Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang glared at her furiously: "You—how dare you block the Heavenly Secrets!"

Pan Yun: "Zhang Guanshi is far too tired. My heart aches for Zhang Guanshi, so I have let the people of the academy temporarily be unable to find you, so that you may rest a while."

"I don't want to rest, I want to get out!" Zhang Zhu Zhu Zifang fumed: "Remove this barrier for me!"

Pan Yun said to him softly: "I won't!"

(End of chapter)