Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 90 - 81 Mu Qingyue Does Not Dislike Zhu Nanzhi

"Tianyan Pavilion has arrived!"

At the resonant voice of the Emcee Elder, Lu Jin’an moved his chair aside and stood up. After taking two steps, he couldn’t help but glance back at Zhu Nanzhi, who was still seated.

Gazing at her cool demeanor as she gave him a gentle and enchanting smile, the doubts in Lu Jin’an’s heart deepened.

Did I say something unclear?

How could her frail and sickly demeanor utter words like "Husband is not wrong"?

Where did her frail and sickly stance go?

Lu Jin’an withdrew his gaze, feeling that Nanzhi’s abnormal behavior made him suspect she was plotting something once again.

’Highly likely!’

Lu Jin’an silently pondered, otherwise, how could the possessive Nanzhi have said words equivalent to "accepting Senior Sister" like "Husband is not wrong"?

’What is she scheming now?’

Looking at the arriving Flying Boat, Lu Jin’an temporarily suppressed his inner vigilance. After all, as he was no longer afraid of Zhu Nanzhi’s poison, he planned to counter any move with his own.

’I’ll try to deduce it later using the Great Freedom Visualization Technique, but since we’re at the Unity Realm Stage, it’s unlikely that I’ll deduce much.’

’Never mind, since I have the trump card of time reversal, I can play a bit daringly too.’ freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Lu Jin’an chuckled lightly, his heart completely at ease.

The Flying Boat, subtly imbued with the aura of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, slowly landed. Standing beside Zeng Suqin, Lu Jin’an, having composed himself, looked at the emerging figures one after another.

Regardless of whether they were elders, middle-aged, or young disciples, all wore white robes with strange patterns embroidered on them. Each pattern was different, giving an unfathomable sense of mystery.

Derived from ’Great Dao is fifty, Heavenly Calculation of Forty-Nine, One Escape for Man,’ the Tianyan Pavilion is ranked among the Five Sects of the Human Clan, being the most proficient in the Eight Trigrams and Fate Reading.

The disciples of Tianyan Pavilion were few, but to the Demon Clan, their threat was on par with the Wandao Sect.

Their art of divination and geomancy had given the Demon Clan a tough time.

"This junior greets the Shangguan Pavilion Master." Zeng Suqin bowed deeply, and Lu Jin’an followed suit.

The elderly Shangguan Qizheng, leaning on a cane, lifted his right hand slightly, handed the invitation to Lu Jin’an, and glanced towards Taiyi Peak: "That old fellow is celebrating his birthday without personally coming over, leaving you youngsters to soak in the sun. I’ll have a word with you on his behalf."

Zeng Suqin smiled modestly, not picking up the conversation, inviting the group to rest instead.

Lu Jin’an then shifted his gaze to the young people behind the elders of Tianyan Pavilion. The leading young man sat in a wheelchair, his complexion slightly pale but emitting a notably positive and ascending aura.

"Lu," Si Xiuqi greeted Lu Jin’an with a smile, cupping his hands: "It’s been a while."

Lu Jin’an returned the gesture, saying, "I heard you were in closed-door training, so I didn’t come to disturb you."

"Unfortunately, there weren’t many advancements." Si Xiuqi shook his head helplessly: "Lu, you’ve already reached the Mid-stage Harmonization Realm, advancing as swiftly as ever."

Lu Jin’an chuckled: "It was truly mostly due to luck this time."

Who could have guessed that nearly being refined into a Sword Spirit would deepen his understanding of time and space?

This dark history must not be mentioned.

"Luck?" Si Xiuqi, intrigued, straightened his posture; Tianyan Pavilion’s cultivators were most interested in the word ’luck.’

Because ’luck’ often implies the unexpected.

"Senior Brother, don’t reckon, please." The girl pushing his wheelchair quickly advised Si Xiuqi: "Lu Senior Brother..."

"I understand." Si Xiuqi smiled: "Lu’s Life Wheel isn’t something I can calculate for now, but..."

He gazed at Lu Jin’an’s face for a while, pinched his fingers a few times, and spoke meaningfully: "Lu, recently, you’ve attracted a romantic encounter. Whether it’s fortune or calamity depends on your destiny."

"I’m sure it’ll be fortune." Lu Jin’an chuckled, thinking that calamities like the ’Sword Spirit Tribulation’ were something he didn’t want to experience a second time.

Si Xiuqi glanced at the two figures behind the table, thoughtfully: "Immortal Sword Zhanming, Forget Love Taoist Skill... The one sitting with Mu Jianxian is the Holy Daughter of Qingmiao Palace, Zhu Nanzhi, right?"

Sitting together?

Lu Jin’an took a look back, Oh ho... at this moment, Nanzhi indeed was sitting with Qingyue, and it was even Nanzhi who took the initiative to move closer... they seemed to be getting along well with Senior Sister.

"Lu, you’ve surprised me again." Si Xiuqi marveled: "The other one unexpectedly is the Holy Daughter of Qingmiao Palace; Lu, truly blessed."

Lu Jin’an turned back, smiling as he replied, "Then I shall take your words as good wishes."

Si Xiuqi chuckled, raised his head to look at the newly arrived Flying Boat: "I won’t disturb you further, Lu, we’ll chat later."

Lu Jin’an made a gesture of invitation: "See you later."

After other direct disciples escorted the Tianyan Pavilion people away, Lu Jin’an accompanied Junior Master Zeng to continue receiving the increasingly numerous guests.

Since tomorrow was the Sect Master’s birthday, guests from far away in the Human Clan gathered today.

As people increased, the time Lu Jin’an spent receiving guests also increased, so he put the invitation on the table first.

Mu Qingyue gave a ’look’ to her Junior Brother, then picked up the brush to help him transcribe.

Zhu Nanzhi, although wishing to help, didn’t forget her identity as the Holy Daughter of Qingmiao Palace, so she refrained from discourteously looking at the invitation or helping Mu Qingyue.

Since she couldn’t help her husband receive guests either, she just propped her chin up and watched her polite, well-mannered husband without blinking.

As she watched, joy began to ripple in her azure blue eyes.

’Husband’s Junior Brothers and Sisters all respect him, husband has so many friends, husband’s demeanor and behavior...’

Her smile deepening, she retrieved her painting set, spread it on half of the table, and began sketching.

The husband seen today was a side of him she had never seen before; it must be captured and preserved not only in her mind but on paper.

At this time, Han Wu stood obediently beside Zhu Nanzhi, amazed while watching the Holy Daughter sketch. She had an unshakable feeling that the Holy Daughter’s drawing skills had improved a lot; the painted Lu Jin’an looked even more lifelike.

When did the Holy Daughter practice?

She pondered, then saw the famed Mu Jianxian putting down the brush and looking at the Holy Daughter’s painting.

"Isn’t my painting beautiful?" Zhu Nanzhi glanced at her, boasting proudly: "No one paints my husband better than I do~"

"Junior Brother isn’t your husband." Mu Qingyue said flatly: "You’re only fake married."

Zhu Nanzhi didn’t care: "Fake marriage is still marriage; no matter how much you dislike me, you can’t change the fact that I’ve shared a bed with my husband."

"I dislike you sharing a bed with my Junior Brother." Mu Qingyue’s tone remained icy: "But I don’t dislike you."

"Don’t dislike?" Zhu Nanzhi blinked her eyes: "Really?"

"Yes."

Mu Qingyue gave a ’look’ at Zhu Nanzhi’s side profile, not explaining further.

Even when Zhu Nanzhi was at her angriest, most furious moments before, she never resorted to personal attacks like calling her ’blind.’

Thus, she didn’t dislike this girl who was a year younger than herself.

Zhu Nanzhi just really liked her Junior Brother.

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