20 A Verbal Spar with the Dean’s Younger Aunt
Scumbag… playboy… despicable person!
Since Yan Zhen was this kind of person, Zi Xunyi naturally wouldn’t have anything to do with him.
She would treat that spring dream as just a dream. She wouldn’t cultivate the Spiritual Union chapter again anytime soon—and even if she did, she would find a new kindred spirit, not Yan Zhen.
Zi Xunyi said nothing, her spiritual avatar silently dissipating and returning to her body.
Yan Zhen, unaware that he had been rejected by his future wife (current version), was used to being surrounded by women. Moreover, Huangfu Wenqing was his legitimate fiancée, so he didn’t think much of their public display of affection, until Huangfu Wenqing whispered, “I feel like the Dean keeps looking at us, and her expression is… quite scary…”
Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er, hearing this, said,
“It must be because you’re sitting on Cousin’s lap so shamelessly!”
“Hurry up and get down. If you anger the Dean, you’ll be in trouble, Miss Huangfu. Don’t drag us down with you!”
As those reborn, they knew the Outer Academy Dean’s temper. She was a force to be reckoned with when angered!
Huangfu Wenqing ignored them, but Yan Zhen was startled.
—Oh no! I forgot I’m supposed to be the Yu family’s prospective son-in-law, undergoing their scrutiny. Now, both the Dean and the Head Instructor won’t let me off easily.
However, he quickly relaxed.
The Yu family could easily find out about his relationship with Huangfu Wenqing and the other four girls. It didn’t matter if they were exposed. He wasn’t planning to become the Yu family’s son-in-law anyway. He was going to marry Instructor Yu Xuan!
To achieve that, he needed overwhelming power and influence, which he currently lacked. No matter what he said, they wouldn’t listen.
However, he would be letting Instructor Yu Xuan down.
Yan Zhen relaxed his mind and closed his eyes.
Soon, the Dean’s speech ended. Dean Yu Qing put down the microphone, marched over to Instructor Yu Xuan, and began interrogating her.
Instructor Yu Xuan sighed, accepting her fate.
But she trusted him. He would soon free her from her family’s constraints and bring her back to his arms.
However, she wouldn’t be able to be with Yan Zhen for a while. She had been planning to quickly reach the Mystic General realm, lift the restriction, and then give herself to him completely~
Huangfu Wenqing vaguely realized that she had done something wrong and said nervously, “Yan Zhen, did I… cause trouble?”
Yan Zhen patted her head reassuringly.
Finally, it was time for the new student representatives to go on stage. Yan Zhen and the representatives from the other districts walked up and stood in a line, receiving commendations from the Dean.
Dean Yu Qing, having regained her composure, returned, took bottles of Large Origin Pills from a tray held by an instructor, and handed them to the representatives one by one.
The North District representative, Qi Yuxuan from the Qi Lu family.
The West District representative, Shan Ben from Back Mountain City.
The South District representative, Chu Nan from the Great Chu Kingdom.
The East District representative, Yan Zhen from the Gallo Kingdom!
The first three awards were presented normally, but when it was Yan Zhen’s turn, Dean Yu Qing’s expression darkened. She gritted her teeth and transmitted a message through Spiritual Power: “Brat, daring to play with a member of the Yu family, just you wait!”
Yan Zhen retorted with an even more advanced and discreet spiritual transmission: “Old maid.”
Dean Yu Qing, having never been insulted like this, was enraged. Maintaining her composure, she replied through transmission: “What did you say?! Who’s an old maid?! Men lining up to court me could stretch for miles!”
Yan Zhen, unafraid, met her gaze and replied sarcastically through transmission: “Almost forty, and still single, never even been in love. I wonder who that could be~”
“A Mystic Ancestor has a lifespan of nearly five hundred years. What’s wrong with being almost forty? I’m still young!”
“Spending every Qixi Festival alone, how pathetic~”
“You—”
“It seems I need to use a different language to communicate with you, Dean. Woof, woof, woof~”
“Shut up!”
The last sentence was shouted out loud.
Everyone in the hall was startled, even the drowsy students.
What was going on? Why was the Dean suddenly angry?
Dean Yu Qing dropped the pretense and said coldly, “I don’t care how talented you are. The Yu family will never agree to you and Xuan’er being together! She won’t see you again. Give up.”
The entire hall was in an uproar. The students and instructors realized there was drama to be had, their eyes shining with excitement.
The “Xuan’er” mentioned by the Dean, could it be Yu Xuan from the Yu family? The former Academy Belle? Was the East District representative, Yan Zhen, together with her? Weren’t most members of the Yu family forbidden from marrying outside the clan, especially the heir?
“Let me recite a poem.”
Yan Zhen also dropped the act, turned to Instructor Yu Xuan, and began reciting slowly:
Clouds float like works of art, stars drift, conveying sorrow, the Milky Way stretches far and wide, crossed secretly. A single meeting amidst golden wind and jade dew surpasses countless earthly encounters.
Tender feelings like water, a beautiful time like a dream, how can one bear to think of the return path from the magpie bridge? If love between two hearts can last forever, why worry about being together every day?
Dean Yu Qing was stunned, and the crowd was also taken aback, not understanding the poem’s meaning. Only Instructor Yu Xuan, a lover of literature, grasped its profound implications, her heart melting.
—Was this poem for her?
Shui Bailan, who also appreciated such things, was surprised, her eyes fixed on him. This philandering brat is actually quite talented?
After a moment of reflection, the others also understood the meaning of the poem, filled with admiration.
This guy, composing a poem on the spot to retort the Dean, comparing himself and Yu Xuan to the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, accusing her of separating lovers, and expressing his unwavering love, he was truly courting death.
Dean Yu Qing was furious again, feeling like she had become the villain separating lovers, when it was clearly this womanizer’s fault!
She shoved the bottle of Large Origin Pills into Yan Zhen’s arms and stormed off, pulling Instructor Yu Xuan with her.
Shui Bailan glared at Yan Zhen and followed.
The instructor hosting the ceremony felt awkward and quickly concluded the entrance ceremony, dismissing everyone. Classes would officially begin tomorrow.
Among the crowd, Bai Yue was secretly delighted, seeing Yan Zhen’s falling out with the Yu family elders.
However, remembering the poem Yan Zhen had composed for Instructor Yu Xuan, and the tender expression on her face, he felt incredibly jealous!
—This boy is such an eyesore!
As he thought this, Bai Yue saw Shan Ben, the West District representative, walk up to Yan Zhen and taunt him, “So focused on romance as soon as you arrive. No wonder your cultivation is only at three-star Mystic Master. Is this the level of the East District’s representative? How disappointing.”
Yan Zhen glanced at the tall young man and thought, I’ll kick your ass in a few days!
“Worry about yourself. You’re even doing body tempering wrong.”
Yan Zhen ignored him, returned to his seat, joined the five girls, and left the hall.
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