After Returning from a Faked Death, My Crazed, Rebellious Disciple Forced His Love Upon Me - Chapter 6

Imperial City Department, White Plum Residence.

Within a grand imperial garden, morning breezes swept through the corridors, causing the white silk curtains hung along the walkways to rise and fall in a rhythmic dance. Fragrance wafted from the waterside pavilions, and the courtyard was in full bloom with white plum blossoms draped in pristine snow.

The flowers and the architecture complemented each other perfectly, framing a man in green robes sitting along the corridor. He sat with perfect posture, and every movement exuded high refinement and elegance. His temperament was peerless.

Opposite him sat another man; the two were engaged in a game of chess. To have the leisure for such an elegant pursuit so early in the morning, one could only conclude they were men of high status and free time.

Nangong Qing held a black chess piece. He placed it upon the board where the outcome was already decided and said confidently, “You have lost again.”

The man opposite him did not even look at the board. He immediately cupped his hands in a flattering gesture. “The Great Siming’s intellect is extraordinary. Even the Emperor cannot defeat you; your subordinate naturally stands no chance. Hehe.”

Nangong Qing raised his eyes casually, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Is it that you cannot win, or that you do not wish to win?”

“This,” the man ducked his head, “it is certainly that I cannot win. Your subordinate is dull witted; I truly cannot defeat the Great Siming!”

Nangong Qing gave a low laugh. He tossed all the chess pieces back into the container and stood up without a word.

A single white plum blossom was carried into the corridor by the wind at just the right moment. Standing under the eaves, Nangong Qing reached out to catch it, his gaze quiet and observant. Between his slender, clean palms, the tiny stamens bloomed, gradually warmed by the temperature of his skin.

The man beside him waited a long while before bowing slightly to ask, “Great Siming, if there is nothing else, your subordinate shall take his leave.”

“Go ahead,” Nangong Qing replied.

Just as his voice fell, another figure entered via the courtyard path. It was the Lesser Siming, Cheng Yuan. Seeing both of his superiors present, the previous man knew important matters were afoot and quickly retreated without looking back.

Once the man was out of sight, Cheng Yuan bowed to Nangong Qing and said, “Last night, our plant in the Wuji Sect reported a disturbance coming from Nian Chen.”

“Oh?” Nangong Qing showed no significant emotional reaction to this news. He continued to look at the blossom in his palm. “And then? Did those two rush over?”

“Yes. The Sect Leader and the Demon Venerable arrived at the same time. They even engaged in a fight.”

“Hahaha,” Nangong Qing stared at the plum blossom and laughed helplessly, “those two still fight every time they meet.”

“However, the Sect Leader seemingly lost the exchange. He was even injured by the Demon Venerable.”

This sentence finally caught Nangong Qing’s attention. He looked up, his brow slightly furrowed. “He lost? That should not be possible.”

Nangong Qing knew his Eldest Senior Brother’s strength better than anyone. He was a peerless sword genius who had inherited their Master’s mantle early on. Known as the “Sword Immortal,” he was only a single step away from ascension. As for their Younger Junior Brother, though he started later, his cultivation skyrocketed after he entered the demonic path. Once he became the Demon Venerable, he became an unstoppable force. The strength of these two should have been equal.

Nangong Qing did not dwell on it. “Continue. What happened next?”

“After the fight, they naturally parted on bad terms. However, the Demon Venerable carried off a sword cultivator disciple and returned to the Demon Realm.”

“Which disciple?”

“The eccentric one without a spiritual root who insisted on squeezing into a major sect. I remember it was because he knelt outside the gates for three days and nights until he was near death. The Sect Leader took pity on him and let him stay. Despite being allowed in, he was constantly loathed by his peers. His life was not exactly pleasant. Now that the two realms are negotiating peace, the Demon Venerable insisted on a sword cultivator for a political marriage. This eccentric was unanimously voted out by the sect and was carried away directly by the Demon Venerable.”

“Ha? Such a thing happened?” After hearing this, Nangong Qing could not help but laugh.

He was not laughing at the stupidity of the disciple, but rather at why his Younger Junior Brother would suddenly think of a political marriage. After all, that person’s heart had long been unable to hold anyone else.

“It is true.” Cheng Yuan thought he was doubted and added earnestly, “The rumors have spread among the commoners. While opinions are mixed, most feel that being able to marry the Demon Venerable is a stroke of good fortune.”

“Good fortune,” Nangong Qing murmured. Based on his understanding of his Younger Junior Brother, this was absolutely not a good thing. For that sword cultivator forced into the marriage, if they managed to survive for more than a day, it would be a miracle.

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