57: Chapter 57 Dream of a Thousand Autumns

[Trying to ruin an engaged couple whose relationship is already poor is truly too simple for a despicable modern person like you.]

[After all, the personalities of these two are very easy to figure out, and when it comes to romance, they both belong to the type who lack mouths.]

[With a casual push and pull from you, it created the current situation where the two of them are facing each other with drawn swords.]

["Youyou, step aside. Zhaoyue was killed by this vixen."]

[Yang Yan glared at you with a chilling gaze, the killing intent in his eyes completely unmasked.]

["This young miss thinks you've gone mad!"]

[Bai Youyou's pretty face flushed with anger, holding a longsword as she stood before the carriage, refusing to give ground by even a fraction.]

["You surnamed Yang, ever since we were small, you've loved arranging my life. Being arbitrary and autocratic was one thing, but now you're so narrow-minded that you can't even tolerate a mortal woman? Today, this young miss will absolutely not step aside—if you have the ability, kill me together with her!"]

["You!"]

[Yang Yan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his figure swaying as his complexion instantly turned pale.]

["Youyou... is that really how you view me?"]

[Seeing this, a trace of hesitation flashed across the young girl's eyes.]

["Wuwu~ Sister Bai, please don't argue anymore... It's all Qianqian's fault."]

[Your well-timed crying was no different than adding fuel to the fire. Thinking of all the past events, Bai Youyou let out a cold snort:]

["That's right! When we return this time, I will have my father annul the engagement."]

[Hearing this, Yang Yan instead fell silent.]

["Alright."]

[A moment later, he nodded slowly. After giving you a deep look, he turned and left without saying another word.]

["You..."]

[Bai Youyou was furious and wanted to chase after him, but your hand grabbed the hem of her skirt.]

["Sister Bai, it's fine. Young Master Yang just can't get over it for a moment; once he calms down, he will understand your intentions."]

["I wasn't paying attention to him at all."]

[She let out a cold snort and did not chase after him again.]

[The corners of your lips hooked into an imperceptible arc, and you pulled the unenthusiastic young girl to turn around and board the carriage.]

[Next, the atmosphere of the team became extremely oppressive. You no longer kept whimpering, but instead displayed an inclusive side, carefully comforting the young girl's wounded heart.]

[Until a giant outline appeared at the end of your line of sight.]

[Although Bailu City could only be considered a small border town among cultivator cities, compared to mortal cities, it was immeasurably more magnificent.]

[As your view zoomed in, the city walls were dozens of zhang high, their entire bodies dark cyan like iron, densely covered with runes that flashed with spiritual light from time to time, as if powerful restrictions were silently flowing across them.]

["Qianqian, I'll take you around the city to play."]

[Back on her home turf, Bai Youyou's mind suddenly became active. Ignoring the remaining two people, she pulled you toward the towering arched front gate.]

[Passing by Yang Yan's side, you could feel his gaze resting constantly on you. You slightly turned your eyes, a teasing smile rippling at the depths of your gaze, and just as he was about to flare up, you averted your eyes and left without looking back.]

[The two Qi Refinement Stage guards naturally recognized this eldest miss of the City Lord's Estate, and after respectfully bowing, they no longer blocked the way.]

[Stepping into the city, you could clearly feel the differences between this place and Luofeng City.]

[First were the buildings on both sides of the street, most of which were built from a dark cyan material similar to the city walls, and they were much taller than ordinary houses.]

[The items sold by the roadside were basically magical tools, materials, medicinal pills, and some unknown yellowed booklets.]

[Bai Youyou took you to browse a few stalls casually, and after losing interest, she once again pulled you toward a nine-story tall building.]

["Qianqian, this place is the most famous tavern in Bailu City—Zuimeng Tower. Its most famous 'Meng Qianqiu' is renowned for being able to intoxicate Core Formation cultivators."]

[Hearing this, your brows lifted slightly, and you asked with feigned curiosity:]

["Are Core Formation cultivators even more powerful than Youyou?"]

[Bai Youyou's expression stiffened. How was she supposed to answer this?]

["Haha! Where did this bumpkin come from?"]

[Before she could speak, a sneering laugh came from behind you.]

[You twiddled your fingers, suppressing the urge to strike, and carefully leaned a bit closer to the young girl beside you.]

[Bai Youyou pulled you behind her with a single grab, turning around with an unfriendly expression to look at the newcomer.]

["Wu Mengmeng, do you want another beating?"]

["You!"]

[A young girl dressed in a red skirt stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at you two through gritted teeth.]

[After scanning back and forth a few times, she suddenly spoke with teasing eyes:]

["How come your Brother Yang Yan didn't accompany you today?"]

["Hmph!"]

[Hearing that name, Bai Youyou took you and entered the tavern without looking back.]

["Could it be that you've been abandoned?"]

[The girl in the red skirt relentlessly followed after them.]

["Wu Mengmeng, get lost!"]

["This is my family's tavern."]

["..."]

[A moment later, the three of you sat at the same table, with a jade wine pot placed in the center of the table.]

[Seeing the two women acting as if facing a formidable enemy, yet with anticipation in their eyes.]

[This actually piqued your interest. Your fingertips brushed lightly against the pot handle, and you gracefully poured a cup for each of them, then added one for yourself as well.]

[The aroma of wine instantly filled the entire private room. The wine in the cups was amber-colored, while simultaneously radiating a not-insignificant spiritual power fluctuation.]

["Qianqian, you haven't started cultivating yet, this wine you..."]

[Before Bai Youyou finished speaking, she saw that you had already raised your wine cup and drained it in one gulp.]

[Before your transmigration, you were already a little wine-lover; now that you've encountered such fine wine, how could you not taste and appreciate it?]

["You..."]

[Wu Mengmeng stared blankly at your empty wine cup with dropped jaw.]

["Good wine!"]

[Before the two of them could react, you had already filled a second cup and drained it in one gulp.]

[At this moment, you only felt your entire body warm and cozy, and the circulation of spiritual power within your body was extremely smooth.]

[She and Bai Youyou looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what to say for a long time—after all, this was 'Meng Qianqiu'! Even the two of them only dared to take a small sip.]

[Until you drank the third cup...]

[They then saw that on the fair and pretty face of the beauty before them, a flush of red spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.]

[At this moment, you leaned sideways against the chair, your collar slightly open, toying with the jade cup between your fingers. The tips of your brows and the corners of your eyes were full of a casual, amorous charm, practically posing as a dissolute young master.]

[That pair of slender phoenix eyes shimmered with watery light, and as your gaze shifted, a trace of vulnerability that hadn't appeared for a long time was revealed.]

[The two young girls on the side felt their mouths dry and their double cheeks flushed with rosy clouds, their gazes as if hooked, infatuatedly falling upon your intoxicated face.]

[They swallowed hard. Who could withstand this?]

[On the path of cultivating immortality, every single step is a scheme.]

[Even your intoxicated posture right now was deliberately done after your spiritual sense captured Yang Yan bringing a team of guards walking briskly over from outside the building.]

[Yet when the intoxication went to your head, looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar scene before you, a rare trace of sourness welled up deep inside your heart.]

[Memories surged through like a tide: Father, Mother, Older Brother, and also Yaoyao...]

[At this moment, how much you hoped that this cruel world was merely an absurd dream.]

[Meng Qianqiu, a dream of a thousand autumns, huh...]

[You smiled helplessly, listening to the footsteps coming from beside your ear, and once again put on that gentle mask, smoothly collapsing softly onto the table.]