Ambiguous Feelings

"Very well," Helian Weiwei nonchalantly shrugged, thinking that eating one meal or two meals wouldn't make much of a difference. She could just go through the motions and finish the dinner early, allowing her to focus on preparing for the martial qi test.

The Supreme, unaware of her thoughts, looked at Helian Weiwei for a while before standing up and speaking loudly, "Apprentice, don't worry. Even if the third prince doesn't choose you, there are other princes at the dinner. That kid from the black family won't stand a chance."

"Forget it, I'm not interested in getting married right now," Helian Weiwei laughed as she put down the parts in her hand, successfully crafting a formidable martial cultivator.

This martial cultivator was unique, made from a black material that, when folded, appeared to be palm-sized. However, when unfolded, it transformed into a scythe reminiscent of the mythical gods of death depicted in comics—cool, stylish, and exuding a cold elegance that seemed to disdain all living beings, embodying a desolate aura.

The Supreme's eyes lit up upon seeing the martial cultivator. "Wings of the Night God! Apprentice, how much do you plan to sell this martial cultivator for? I'll give you a commission. How about selling it to the division?"

Helian Weiwei was satisfied with her creation and casually slung it over her shoulder. She smirked and replied, "Master, this one isn't for sale. It's a gift. You can pick any other martial cultivator you like for the division."

The Supreme's expression betrayed a hint of disappointment, but he understood that the "Night God Wings" wouldn't be of much use to him. He was already old and wouldn't be able to wield such a lethal martial cultivator. Rather than letting it gather dust in the store, it was better to place it in the hands of the right person.

However, he couldn't help but wonder why, when he first saw the martial cultivator, his mind immediately went to the ice boy who was choosing a concubine. Who was his "red plover"?

For the past few days, he had been gazing at the stars every night, trying to guess the answer.

"Master, I'm leaving." Helian Weiwei absentmindedly touched the scythe, causing it to quickly fold back into a compact form, lying quietly in her palm.

The Supreme watched her cold figure and shook his head once again. If only his apprentice's skin were a little fairer, just a little fairer, even if that ice boy didn't want her, he would send his talented apprentice into the palace!

But now, sigh!

With a long sigh, the Supreme could only hope that his apprentice wouldn't be belittled by others at the dinner tonight.

As night fell, the academy buzzed with activity. Lanterns were hung everywhere to welcome the arrival of the Emperor Taishang's envoy, and even the business courtyard was bustling.

The previous desolation had been replaced by a lively atmosphere, and the return of Dean Tu Sufeng brought a strong academic vibe to the dinner.

It was clear how much more elevated the atmosphere was compared to before.

Helian Weiwei wasn't in a rush to attend the dinner. She hadn't even bothered to dress up. She called out her "little brother" and lazily stood under a locust tree, yawning.

When Baili Jia Jue, who had changed into his attire, appeared, he saw this scene. After confirming that he didn't have any alcohol on him, he approached with an indifferent tone, "What's the rush?"

"Huh? Oh, there you are." Helian Weiwei felt a sense of familiarity in the man's voice but couldn't recall where she had heard it before.

Baili Jia Jue snorted, his cold gaze falling on her thin lips.

This reminded Helian Weiwei of the kiss that had occurred earlier with the Third Prince.

Although she knew that no one else would find out about it, Helian Weiwei inexplicably felt a bit flustered. She avoided his gaze, reached into her bag, and pulled out a black bracelet, tossing it to him. "Try it on. It will enhance your martial arts skills."

When Baili Jia Jue saw the martial cultivator, his eyes glimmered slightly. However, he concealed his interest deep within him, making it known only to himself.

"Should I wear such a small thing on my wrist?" the man asked with confusion.

Helian Weiwei smiled and explained, "Press the small button on the left side of it."

Baili Jia Jue followed her instructions, and a one-person tall black scythe emerged under the moonlight.

"What is this?" Baili Jia Jue raised an eyebrow.

Helian Weiwei's lips curled up in a playful smile. "Wings of the Night God. When I first saw you, I wanted to create a scythe like this. Don't be fooled by its non-silver appearance; its material is just as good. Xiaobai collected some tungsten iron for me from the spirit forest. I heard it possesses even stronger soul-repelling power than silver..."

"Are you really giving it to me?" Baili Jia Jue's voice interjected softly.

Helian Weiwei raised her beautiful almond-shaped eyes and replied, "Why not? Don't you like it?"

"No, I like it." The man's deep eyes remained fixed on her as he spoke. Suddenly, he raised his arm, brushed her bangs aside, and leaned in, planting a light kiss on her forehead. The corner of his mouth revealed a predatory smirk. "Thank you for the gift, Lord Jin."

Helian Weiwei touched her forehead and pushed him away. "What are you doing? Don't you know the rules of the academy? You didn't make any substantial moves in the ancestral hall last time, and this time you're being a bit too bold."

Baili Jia Jue lazily hooked his lips, closed the scythe, and wrapped it around his wrist. "Consider it a thank you for the gift. Or would you prefer a deeper way of expressing gratitude, Lord Jin?"

"Like beating you?" Helian Weiwei laughed as she turned her wrist, showcasing her martial prowess like a demon.

Baili Jia Jue reached out to catch her fist, parting his thin lips as if he wanted to say something.

At that moment, laughter suddenly echoed from a distance.

"Look at that, someone is insatiable and can't live without men."

It was Helian Mei followed by the famous lady who was about to participate in the dinner. They were both dressed meticulously, especially Helian Jiaoer, who wore a white long skirt embroidered with gold and silver velvet flowers. She adorned a light pink outer tunic, and a subtle hibiscus design embellished her eyebrows, adding a delicate touch to her feminine beauty.

"Don't pay attention to her. She deserves to find someone from the matchmaking courtyard."

"Sister Nie is right. Let's ignore her and focus on something happier. Have you heard? News came from the palace that this time, Emperor Taishang will not only choose a concubine for the Third Prince but also hold a flower appreciation party. The young masters from each family will participate, and whoever wants can present a white cherry blossom to someone they desire."

"Someone is going to be in trouble. They won't receive a single flower and face utter humiliation."

The mocking comments grew louder, and some people even laughed openly. "Looks like we're in for another entertaining spectacle tonight. Remember last year's flower viewing party? Someone provided us with a unique form of entertainment..."