33: A broken engagement scenario? I know that script inside and out!

Three days later, at the end of the official road.

A small town nestled by the mountains and water appeared in the sight of the four people.

With its black-tiled roofs, white walls, and wisps of smoke, it lacked the grandeur of Tianluo City, offering instead a sense of peace and tranquility.

Two ancient, large characters—Luoyun Town—were carved on the stone monument at the town entrance.

“Revered Master, are we stopping here for the night?”

Wang Duojin, carrying his precious bundle, peeked around curiously.

“This town doesn’t look big, but there are quite a few Cultivators coming and going; there must be good things here.”

Chu Xuanjin’s gaze swept over the town entrance. Several Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators were lining up to enter the town alongside Mortals, maintaining perfect order.

“Mm.”

He responded, leading the three Disciples into Luoyun Town.

Inside the town, a main street paved with bluestone ran north to south, lined with inns, teahouses, and taverns, the sounds of hawkers ringing incessantly.

The four people found the cleanest-looking inn, named “Yuelai Inn.”

“Please come in, honored guests!”

The waiter was sharp-eyed; seeing the four people’s extraordinary demeanor, he quickly and warmly welcomed them.

“Three superior rooms, and prepare a table with good wine and dishes.”

(P.S.: One room for the protagonist, one for the two brothers, and one for the Junior Sister.)

Chu Xuanjin casually tossed out a piece of broken silver.

“Alright! Please follow me upstairs, four honored guests!”

After settling in, Chu Xuanjin did not stay in his room.

He led his three Disciples down to the inn’s main hall and chose a seat near the window.

“Revered Master, why are we eating here instead of in our rooms?” Wang Duojin asked, somewhat confused.

“Eating is not just about filling your stomach.”

Chu Xuanjin poured a cup of tea for each of the three.

“It is also for listening to stories.”

Wang Duojin seemed half-understanding, while Su Linger and Ye Chenfeng sat quietly, observing the various people coming and going in the hall, imitating their Revered Master.

The main hall was a mixed bag of people, and the sounds of conversation rose and fell.

“Did you hear? That Genius Young Miss from the Xu Family is coming back tomorrow!”

At the next table, two burly mercenaries were drinking and talking loudly.

“Which Xu Family?”

“Which one could it be! The Xu Family that has a childhood engagement with the Chen Family in the east of the city!”

“Oh! I remember now! Is that Xu Lingfang, the one who tested positive for a Profound Rank Spiritual Root three years ago and was exceptionally taken in as a Personal Disciple by a Yanxia Sect Elder?”

“Exactly!” The mercenary took a big gulp of wine and lowered his voice. “I heard that her return this time isn’t just a simple visit home.”

“Then why?”

“To break off the engagement!”

“What?!”

“Keep your voice down!” The mercenary glared at his companion. “This matter has spread throughout the town! Apparently, that Young Revered Master of the Chen Family, named Chen Fan, was also a Genius before, but somehow his cultivation plummeted, regressing to the third level of Qi Refining, making him the town's laughingstock.”

“One is a Sect Prodigy, and the other is a Family Trash. This marriage truly cannot happen.”

“Tell me about it! Tomorrow at noon, the Xu Family people are going to personally take Xu Lingfang to the Chen Family to break off the engagement! Tsk tsk, there’s going to be a good show!”

The conversation between the two men was heard word for word by Chu Xuanjin and his three Disciples.

Wang Duojin listened with great interest, Su Linger’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, and Ye Chenfeng remained expressionless.

Chu Xuanjin’s hand, holding the teacup, paused in mid-air.

A strange look flashed across his eyes.

Breaking off an engagement?

Genius turns into Trash?

A Sect Prodigy fiancée?

Several phrases instantly popped into his mind.

Thirty years East of the River, thirty years West of the River, do not bully a poor youth?

Why does this script smell so familiar?

This is practically the template of Yan Di Xiao Huohuo from the novels of his previous life.

“Revered Master, this Young Revered Master Chen is too miserable.” Wang Duojin muttered softly.

“The world has always been this way.” Ye Chenfeng spat out a few cold words.

The weak are prey to the strong, and the strong are respected.

Chu Xuanjin put down his teacup, and the casual interest he had in watching drama was piqued.

He was originally too lazy to bother with such melodramatic stories in a Mortal town.

But this flavor was too authentic.

So authentic that he couldn't help but want to lift the lid and see exactly what was stewing inside.

He raised his eyes and looked at the three Disciples before him.

Why should he act personally?

“Much Gold.”

“Disciple is here!” Wang Duojin immediately straightened up.

“Go.” Chu Xuanjin pointed outside the door. “Find out all the details about this Young Revered Master Chen, Young Miss Xu, and the Yanxia Sect.”

He paused, then added a sentence.

“Be quick and thorough. Let’s see if this show is worth buying a front-row ticket for.”

“Revered Master, rest assured!”

Wang Duojin’s eyes instantly lit up.

He loved this kind of work the most!

He patted his chest and guaranteed, “I’m familiar with intelligence work! I guarantee I’ll handle it perfectly for you! And I can check for business Opportunities along the way!”

Chu Xuanjin then looked at Su Linger.

“Linger, you go with him.”

“Ah? Me?” Su Linger was slightly taken aback.

“Mm.” Chu Xuanjin nodded. “Your temperament is too cold. Interacting with more people won’t hurt. Learn from your Third Junior Brother how thick skin is forged.”

Wang Duojin chuckled beside them.

Su Linger’s small face flushed slightly, but she still stood up and answered.

“Yes, Revered Master.”

“Go.” Chu Xuanjin waved his hand.

Wang Duojin immediately pulled the somewhat reluctant Su Linger and excitedly ran out of the inn.

Only Chu Xuanjin and Ye Chenfeng remained in the main hall.

“Revered Master, why bother with this matter?” Ye Chenfeng finally spoke, his eyes showing confusion.

In his view, this was just the love and hate of Mortals, unrelated to their cultivation.

“Dust Wind, look.”

Chu Xuanjin’s gaze was cast toward the bustling street outside the window.

“This Mortal World is like a giant stage. Everyone is an actor on it, playing out their own joys and sorrows, partings and reunions.”

He picked up his teacup and gently blew the tea leaves away.

“Sometimes, seemingly insignificant actors harbor Luck capable of changing heaven and fate.”

“We are spectators, and also treasure hunters.”

“We watch others’ stories and seek our own Opportunities.”

Ye Chenfeng seemed half-understanding, but he did not ask further.

Every decision Revered Master makes has a profound meaning.

All he needed to do was watch, and then learn.

Chu Xuanjin stopped speaking. He closed his eyes, and the Heavenly Dao Dharma Eye quietly activated.

His Divine Thought was not released externally; he simply sensed the invisible flow of Luck above the small town.

Gray, white, red... the Luck of most people was ordinary.

But in the direction of the east side of the city, he “saw” a cluster of unusual Luck.

That Luck was currently dim like dead ash, seemingly enveloped by a thick layer of black mist.

Yet deep within its core, a spark stubbornly flickered, refusing to be extinguished.

Within that spark, the faint phantom of a sleeping Golden Dragon was visible.

“A potential Dragon in the abyss, just waiting for the wind to rise.”

A playful smile curved Chu Xuanjin’s lips.