Chapter 328: Xue Meng's Blind Date: Wayward Young Lady 3

On the spot, the two promptly assumed their roles and struck their stances.

Xue Meng declared, "Listen carefully. I am now your master. You remain who you are. Before us lies only spicy stir-fries and hot pot, with no other options available. What would you do?"

Leng Gong was succinct, "Smash the place."

"..."

"Until they're willing to serve non-spicy dishes."

"..."

Ready to perform, she glanced at Xue Meng, "So you're playing my master now, right?"

Xue Meng replied, "Yes."

"Alright. Then, what would you like to eat?"

Xue Meng had the most experience with non-spicy food through Chu Wanning, so he casually ordered a few dishes according to Chu Wanning's taste: "Crab roe lion's head, sweet and sour fish, vegetable tofu, and lotus blossom pastry."

Hearing this, Leng Gong froze for a moment: "Your taste... how come..."

Xue Meng replied, "How so?"

"…Nothing," Leng Gong said. "Stay here, I'll go down for a bit."

Xue Meng hastily said, "No smashing the place up!"

Leng Gong chuckled. "Your nature never changes, always pleading for others." He narrowed his eyes dramatically. "Fine, no smashing then. I'll just go straight to the chef."

"Why are you going to find the chef?"

"To give him two options," Leng Gong said sinisterly. "Cook what I want and don't put any peppers in it."

"And the other option?"

"He can add his peppers, and I'll chop off his head."

Xue Meng's lips twitched. "…"

She was quite the poet.

Poet Cold Palace spoke succinctly, "I'll go."

Seeing that she was actually planning to descend, Xue Meng was exasperated, "It's just an act! What are you doing? Alright, alright! Stop pretending to be yourself, switch to your role as the love rival. If he were here, what would he do?" He hastily added, "If he'd also smash restaurants or demand heads, there's no need for you to act!"

"He wouldn't smash any restaurant," Cold Palace rolled her eyes. "He cherishes his good reputation like a bird cherishes its feathers. Just wait, I'll show you right now."

Cold Palace's transformation happened in the blink of an eye. It was a great loss to the opera world if she didn't take the stage.

In an instant, even her aura had changed. The raw wildness and flamboyance were all concealed within her bones. She was still herself, but now appeared extremely composed, restrained, and considerate.

She gave Xue Meng a gentle glance, and with her slightly hoarse and slow voice, she made Xue Meng's back crawl, "Master…."

"…" Caught off guard by this turn of events, Xue Meng froze before screaming, "Stop! Stop, stop! Let me catch my breath first, I, I… I need to adjust!"

Cold Palace chuckled, a deep dimple appearing on her cheek as she humphed, "Sappy, isn't it? I said he's not direct. He clearly wants to eat meat but pretends otherwise, not nearly as straightforward as me. You should take a good breather; it'll get even sappier later."

Xue Meng: "..."

As they continued, Xue Meng suddenly realized something. "Wait, that hypocritical love rival you mentioned—why does she also call your lover 'Master'?"

"Not allowed?"

"Is she also your Master's disciple?"

"Yes."

Xue Meng was stunned for a moment before he started counting on his fingers, muttering to himself, "One, two, three... No, that can't count as two..."

Cang Gong looked at him in confusion, then after a while, couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

Xue Meng shook his head. "It's not convenient to say. I'm just considering whether I should still take disciples in the future. It seems a bit risky, especially since I'm so good-looking..."

He sighed afterwards. "Sigh, not that I'm saying anything, but your competitor's tone when she calls you 'Master' is too fawning. If someone called me like that, I wouldn't be able to eat."

Cang Gong applauded him. "Well said!"

Xue Meng inquired curiously, "What do you usually call him? Do you also address him as Shifu? But your tone doesn't seem as coquettish when you call him that."

Leng Gong waved his hand. "I don't usually address him the same way."

"And how do you refer to him then?"

"I just call him by his name directly."

"Then I'd say you're the more normal one."

"Or perhaps, call you My Treasure."

"I take back what I said earlier," Xue Meng said, rubbing his forehead in exasperation. "Fine, fine, let's continue. You can keep up your act. Your master here is getting a headache."

Cling Palace blinked, quickly immersing himself in the scene. Noticing the hand on his forehead, he promptly asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Xue Meng: "..."

"Why does it suddenly hurt? Could it be a cold?" Updated the fastest on NovelTV: https://www.biqugetv.com/ and mobile version: https://m.biqugetv.com/

Xue Meng: "…No. I'm just annoyed."

"Ahh." Cold Palace's eyes widened slightly, her voice still gentle, "Did I do something wrong to upset you?"

Xue Meng endured with a greenish complexion, but soon couldn't hold back and shouted, "Ah! No, it's still not working! Stop, stop, stop!"

The leading actress in the Peaches and Plums opera troupe, Cold Palace, was now addicted to her role. Deep in the performance, she couldn't stop and continued to speak with deep emotion, "I'm always so clumsy. Sometimes when I try to please my master, I end up making you unhappy. Master... please acknowledge me, don't ignore me."

Xue Meng rolled his eyes, looking as if he was about to be disgusted to death.

At that moment, he suddenly had some admiration for Mei Hanxue. Think about it, he was already using all his skills and patience to deal with this woman, and now he even had to see if he had a talent for acting – how did Mei Hanxue manage to play around for so many years without any problems?

He would have white hairs growing in a month if it were him!

But this woman was still acting out her emotions earnestly, "Is it because you don't like the food here that you're unhappy, Master? It doesn't matter, if that's the reason, I'll go down now and find the chef."

Xue Meng sprang up and grabbed her, "Hey hey hey! Didn't we agree not to smash the place? Let me tell you, I won't tolerate any lawlessness in Impermanence Town!"

"Hmm?" Cold Palace slightly widened her beautiful eyes, then smiled, "What are you thinking? The head chef here isn't skilled in making non-spicy dishes, so why would I make things difficult for them? I brought some silver. I'll give the chef a few ingots and ask to borrow their kitchen. Whatever dish you want, I'll cook it for you myself."

Her voice was already pleasing to the ear, but as she slowed it down, it became as gentle as flowing water: "I've noted that, Master, you want crab roe soup dumplings, sweet and sour fish, fresh vegetable tofu, and lotus flower pastries."

"The crab roe needs to be freshly cracked, the sweet and sour fish should be made with Zhenjiang vinegar for the best aroma, the vegetable tofu should use the freshest seasonal greens, and the lotus flower pastry should have rose bean paste for the finest texture. But they might not have these here, so I'll go check the market later. It might take a bit more time."

As Cold Palace spoke, she raised her hand to gently pat Xue Meng's head—though it was only an empty gesture, not actually touching him. "I'll add a bowl of lotus root soup dumplings for Master, don't be angry. Wait for me, I'll be back as soon as possible."

Xue Meng still had goosebumps from the gesture and hadn't yet found his voice when suddenly, the bamboo partition of their private room was flung open with a crash.

He turned his head, unable to see the newcomer's face before a violent golden vine whip streaked through the air like lightning, crossing over his forehead and striking Cold Palace's hand!

A fiery explosion echoed!

Cold Palace grunted in pain, about to retaliate, but froze at the sight of the willow vine. "You...?"

Xue Meng was also aghast, exclaiming, "How can it be... Heaven's Question?!"

In the next instant, a man entered the chamber with a cold expression. He had sword-like brows and phoenix eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and a jet-black mane tied into a ponytail, draped in a white silk robe that shimmered with silver. His appearance was ethereal, like a celestial being, while his aura was fierce as thunder. Who else could he be but Chu Wanning, the master of Heaven's Question?

Due to Xue Meng wearing the illusionary sachet of Horse Manor's owner, Chu Wanning failed to recognize him at first. He merely cast a weary glance at him before focusing on "Cold Palace." At this moment, the frosty, refined features of the Northern Dipper Immortal Venerated were filled with impatience, and his words sparked like flames.

"Mo Weiyu, how long do you plan on acting recklessly?"

Xue Meng turned his head with an open mouth. "M-Mo… You're M-Mo…"

Heaven-Stepping Lord interrupted him impatiently, "Mo, Mo, Mo, shut up! Are you stuttering? I'm not Grandmaster Mo. Don't call me that nonsense!"

Does it even matter??!!

Xue Meng felt as if dark clouds were gathering in the sky, and thunder was rumbling. Recalling his previous conversation with "Cold Palace," he felt a bolt of lightning strike him directly, leaving him dazed and confused…

Oh God! What had they said??

He had actually called Chu Wanning a wolf in sheep's clothing, comparing him to Chen Shimei, a traitor in the world of cultivation! He accused Chu Wanning of being as heartless and despicable as Jiang Xi!

He, he, he even pretended to be a caring brother and compassionately listened to Mo Weiyu's detailed description of their intimate moments – in the bedroom, flower hall, and hot springs – oh god, someone save him, give him a Forgetful Pill! He would even swallow one given by Jiang Xi without blinking now!

Although Heaven-Stepping Lord was struck by Heavenly Inquiry, Chu Wanning's intention was only to stop him from casually touching the "young lady," so his force wasn't severe, causing only a minor abrasion.

However, when one is shameless, nothing can stop them. Heaven-Stepping Lord, with his abrasion, forcefully squeezed blood out of it and deliberately showed the bleeding wound to Chu Wanning. He raised it provocatively near his lips, extended his tongue, and licked it threateningly, "Very well, Chu Wanning. You truly believe yourself to be above the law and fearless."

Chu Wanning: "..."

"You've made me bleed today, and I'll remember that. In the future, I'll make you suffer and let you..."

The Heavenly Inquiry in Chu Wanning's palm sparked and crackled once more. He narrowed his eyes. "Are you done? Do you want another hit?"

Heaven-Stepping Lord flew into a rage. "Chu Wanning! Don't think that just because I'm lenient with you now, you can act arrogantly! If you dare to use Heavenly Inquiry again, I'll—I'll—"

His phoenix-like eyes narrowed dangerously. Chu Wanning hummed and said coldly, "What will you do?"

Heaven-Stepping Lord slammed his hand on the table. "I'll make you have twins in three years!"

"..."

This terrifying conversation left Xue Meng feeling so helpless that he wished he could die right away.

Why was it that when his cousin threatened to kill his master before, he had stood by idly, and even after so much time had passed, he was still here listening to such nonsense? God! He didn't want to hear this kind of conversation at all!

Chu Wanning had overestimated Heaven-Stepping Lord's integrity and his own tolerance. His face turned green, and he glanced nervously at Xue Meng before angrily lowering his voice. "You're shameless and utterly absurd! Come back with me right now!"

"Hmmph. Why would I return?" Heaven-Stepping Lord said coldly. "The world is mine. What's wrong with me secretly visiting and enjoying the company of a beauty? It's all within my rights."

With that, he dragged Xue Meng over and patted his shoulder, turning to Chu Wanning. "Let me introduce you. This is my new favorite, known as... ahem... known as..."

He had intended to come up with a title like "Lingjiang Fairy" or "Jade-Faced Coquettish Maiden," something he could easily devise based on the books he had devoured during his solitary years. However, since his retreat to Nanping Mountain, his days had become vibrant once more.

No longer did he need to sit alone in Wushan Palace, shivering with loneliness, nor did he have to rely on reading and practicing martial arts to pass the time. He was in a great mood, with plenty to do. This led Heaven-Stepping Lord's refined tastes to plummet back to the mundane. The "Book of Changes" and "Book of Songs," which he had once studied while guarding Wushan Palace, now held no interest for him. With Chu Wanning back, he could ask him to write "My heart is not a stone that can be turned" as many times as he wanted. There was no need to fish for fragmented memories of the past from thick volumes, nor did he feel the need to be ecstatic and sorrowful upon finding a phrase Chu Wanning had once spoken.

The indulged Emperor of Heaven had returned to his debauched ways. In this year, aside from the "Incomprehensible Rankings," the only books he had read were the complete ten-volume collector's edition of "Flourishing Peach Blossoms: A Collection of Love Prose."

After much effort, he finally settled on an introduction, pulling Xue Meng close and holding out his hand authoritatively. "Known as, the Peerless Rascal – Long Ao Tian."

Chu Wanning: "...."

Xue Meng's face instantly turned a shade greener than his master's. Enraged, he spat, "Pah! Your grandfather's peerless! You... you, you shameless rogue with a filthy tongue! I, I, I'm not... I'm not..." Frustrated by his rage, he stammered, unable to clarify himself. Since words failed him, he resorted to action, attempting to undo the transformation purse.

Little did he expect that earlier that morning, in a moment of carelessness, he had tied it into an impossible knot!

Unbeknownst to him, Heaven-Stepping Lord still didn't know his true identity, believing he was still willing to help infuriate Chu Wanning. So, he kicked him and whispered into Xue Meng's ear, trying to bribe him with money. "Play along. The heartless one who threw away my pouch is him. After I'm done making him angry, I'll give you a big red envelope, at least a hundred gold leaves."

Xue Meng erupted in frustration, loudly yelling as he decisively cast a spell to shatter the illusory shape of the scented pouch.

Regaining his original form, he swiftly drew out the Long City Curved Saber, kicked over the chair, and lunged at the Heaven-Stepping Lord with the blade in hand, shouting furiously:

"Mo Weiyu!! You're not human! You're a dog!!! Who did you call an unparalleled spit-what-child! Who did you dare say is Long Aotian!! And you still have the audacity to anger Master! Don't you hide!! Today, I, I, I swear, I'll claim your canine life!!!"