Meihua Pavilion.
This place is vast, elegantly decorated, not opulent but refined, showcasing taste that might leave some unable to see the value hidden within its ancient charm.
As one walks among the intricate details, the soft sounds of stringed instruments echo gently, seemingly resonating from the depths of one’s heart.
The three of them settled in a private booth on the second floor.
This was the prime spot to watch the show—usually occupied by well-off patrons.
“Such elegance and grace,” Li Mo mused as he settled into his armchair.
After surveying the surroundings, he noticed that Ice Chunk and Little Jiang were both fixated on the stage.
How strange!
Ice Chunk actually interested in opera?
“What are they performing today?”
“It seems… it seems like… it’s Brother Li and Sister Bing!”
“Huh?”
Li Mo squinted to get a better look.
A performer named ‘Jiang Chen’ was on stage, a woman with an appealing appearance. Her makeup was a tad overboard, but her character was unmistakable.
The backdrop featured a courtyard.
Li Mo didn’t even have to watch them act to know what the story was.
Jiang Chen faced a marriage withdrawal, while Liu Wuyan boldly defended her husband?
“Jiang Chen, my daughter has now joined the Xueyue Sect, prestigious as an inner disciple. You’ve wasted years, yet you’re still a mere servant. Today, I’ve come to remind you of that.”
The villain was a seasoned actor.
Hearing the typical plotline, Li Mo found himself oddly entertained.
(The Jiang clan was in an uproar)
At that moment, ‘Jiang Chen’ resolutely declared:
“Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west; don’t bully the poor young man!”
“Bravo!”
“Bravo, take a bow!”
The applause erupted. This was the classic ‘marriage withdrawal’ opera, a scene that always gets the crowd worked up.
Li Mo covered his face silently.
As the story progressed, Liu Wuyan made her grand entrance, and the entire audience knelt down.
Only Jiang Chen stood tall.
Liu Wuyan approached her and called, “My dear.”
The whole audience froze!
Then…
‘Jiang Chen’ twisted her mouth into a grin.
Li Mo: “…”
He distinctly remembered not writing this crooked-mouthed twist!
This isn’t improv! Come on!
Little Li felt as if he were facing execution; thankfully, the quality of his shoes saved him from being humiliated.
He stole a glance.
Jiang Chulong was absolutely engrossed, as if she could listen to this a thousand times without getting bored.
And Ice Chunk?
“Sweetheart…?”
Ying Bing’s tranquil gaze lingered for a moment, then she let out a gentle sigh.
After all, it was just a play.
If it were really her being depicted, how could she ever utter those words?
It all felt absurd, and she didn’t want to watch anymore.
But the drama continued, lingering in the air like a pesky little mosquito.
The play skipped much of the content and focused on the highlights.
For example, the two characters basking in romantic moments, sharing a bed, and even ‘honestly revealing themselves’ to assist Jiang Chen’s training.
The professional standards of Meihua Pavilion were top-notch.
Every plot twist was executed flawlessly, with the music syncing perfectly with the lighting, creating an immersive experience that stirred the imagination.
“Time to train…”
Ying Bing turned her head and gazed at the moon.
But her expression grew confused once again.
The melodious sounds slid into her ears.
The plot not only sparked feelings within her but made her reflect on herself and Li Mo’s appearances.
It was as if that was her own feeling of romance…
And yet, she didn’t understand why she looked at Li Mo at that moment.
But there he was, with his handsome cheeks slightly flushed, sitting like a clueless goose.
Did she find that somewhat distasteful?
“Bravo! That Liu Wuyan was absolutely amazing!”
Just then, a booming voice came from next to them, followed by the clattering of gold beads.
Gasps filled the room—who was this opulent patron?
Li Mo didn’t think much of it, but Jiang Chulong seemed puzzled.
“Brother Li, what’s happening?”
“They’re having fun; if they have too much money, they toss it at the performers,” he shrugged.
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Ke Mo grinned and said, “Looks like it’s finally over!”
“Really… is that so…”
Jiang Chulong rummaged through her pockets but only found a few copper coins—she felt shy and hesitant to show them.
“Here.”
She felt a weight in her arm and discovered she’d suddenly acquired half a gold brick.
Little Jiang looked up, confused.
Ke Mo sighed, “It’s the smallest piece of gold I have.”
“Thank you, Brother Ke.”
Jiang Chulong didn’t have much sense of the gold’s value, so she mimicked the patrons nearby and tossed it into the air.
And so…
BANG!!
The stage shook from the impact.
The actors initially thought it was their performance that didn’t please someone but soon realized what had been thrown.
The crowd erupted in chaos.
Seriously, who brings a gold brick to a theater?
Aren’t they afraid they’ll knock someone out?!
People from the next table stared over, one looking stunned:
“Jiang… Ke Mo?”
“Zhong Zhenyue?”
Ke Mo recognized the lad opposite him, dressed in a dragon robe, wielding a spear, renowned in the arena undefeated, Zhong’s young lord.
The two weren’t well acquainted.
After a polite exchange, someone came up—a performer from earlier, who stepped out of her makeup and stood beside Zhong Zhenyue.
She looked delicate yet had a very measured demeanor.
Though her looks were merely above average, her every expression oozed charm.
“Wait a second…”
Ke Mo remained calm and activated his fateful divine eye.
Name: Yin Mianmian
Age: 23
Bone Structure: Celestial Demon Body.
Realm: Eight Apertures of Guan Shen.
Fate: Purple
Evaluation: Sacred Maiden of Misty Rain Tower, sixth on the Qianlong List, has killed several Qianlong prodigies, treated as a furnace by the Tower master unknowingly, and enjoys watching men fight like wild animals.
Recent Encounter: Tempting Zhong Zhenyue, seeking to use his identity to sneak into Hengyun Sword City, and currently is eager to watch the host fight Zhong Zhenyue.
Hmm?
Ke Mo’s heart sank.
As he grasped the information, a flash of light dimmed his vision.
Suddenly, the serene sounds of stringed instruments changed, becoming plaintive, emerging from deep within.
He found a captivating woman clad in light gossamer fabric approaching him, seemingly floating, inviting hearts to race with her ethereal dance.
However…
A sword beam coalesced from the moonlight, cold as jade, slicing down in an instant.
It was Ice Chunk.
No, accurately speaking…
It was the Ice Chunk he observed!
The imprint of the Mona Ice Sand in his consciousness shattered the illusion before him.
And the events prior unraveled in mere moments.
Zhong Zhenyue was not so fortunate.
Being next to the woman without a hint of caution, his eyes glazed over, utterly enraptured by her beauty.
“You’re so amusing…”
That woman, noticing Ke Mo had regained clarity in an instant, displayed a hint of surprise followed by excitement.
Every smile and frown seemed to ensnare people’s minds.
Her form wafted closer to Ke Mo, as if she wished to close the distance, to inhale the scent from the youth’s neck.
“Old woman.”
Ke Mo suddenly blurted out.
“?”
Yin Mianmian froze, her alluring demeanor disrupted by annoyance.
We all know how serious the rules of the combat king are, right?
In a split second,
SWISH—
A spring breeze blew up, sealing her escape.
Divine punishment descended, akin to heavenly wrath.
Tianshuang Sword decisively struck down, aiming to cleave Yin Mianmian in two!
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