194: Arrange the formation, people from Zhongzhou

Yes, Meng Yun had already severed all of Senior Brother Qin YuanTong’s karma.

But what if, long before, Senior Brother Qin YuanTong had already proactively severed a portion of his karma and invaded Zhou Huang using a secret Saint technique?

...

[You, almost single-handedly, successfully exposed Senior Brother Qin YuanTong’s conspiracy to wipe out the Tianjian Dynasty’s high-level powerhouses.]

[Some believe you are deeply cunning, ambitious, and not to be deeply befriended.]

[Some are proud of you, seeing you as a new generation’s outstanding young leader, and have decided to nominate you as one of the top ten most moving figures of White Tiger Heaven.]

[The Emperor reported this matter to Zhongzhou, and after receiving approval from Zhongzhou, the finals were postponed for three days.]

[You experienced a grand celebration banquet, clinking cups with Chen Jintong, Nangong Jing, and others, having a wonderful time.]

“I say, Cicada Monkey, I always thought you were Ling Lingfa,” Meng Yun said, holding a purple-gold glazed cup and clinking it with Chen Jintong.

Clink!

The wine rippled down their throats, and both of them became even more unrestrained.

“I already saw that Senior Brother Qin YuanTong was acting strangely; only you were foolish,” Chen Jintong said expressionlessly, downing a cup of wine.

“Alright,” Meng Yun grinned, “but don’t get too smug; sooner or later, I’m going to give you a good beating.”

For no other reason than that in the previous reincarnation, Saint Golden Toad had acted inhumanely, scheming against him again and again!

“I had the same intention,” Chen Jintong’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, “The moment I see you, I can’t help but want to challenge you.”

“Hahaha, last time I heard you chirping about Zhou Huang, what, do you want to challenge him too?”

“No, not really. I just simply want to kill him.”

“By the way, have you decided on your dharma name yet?” Meng Yun’s hand was itching, and he reached out to touch Chen Jintong’s shiny bald head, “Also, a monk drinking flower wine, won’t that break his vows?!”

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—seven ring scars that made anyone with OCD want to add two more!

“Go away, go away,” Chen Jintong dodged Meng Yun’s wicked hand, “Just drink, where’s the flower wine?!”

Meng Yun looked at Nangong Jing, who was pouring wine obediently like a demure young wife beside them: “Isn’t this wine? Aren’t these flowers?”

“Ah? Me?”

Nangong Jing looked up, and perhaps because she had drunk some wine, her eyes, as she looked at Meng Yun, held a hint of shyness and timidity.

After a brief moment of confusion, Meng Yun couldn’t help but shake his head and smile wryly: “Nangong, you’re drunk.”

“Perhaps... it’s not the wine that intoxicates, but oneself?” A delicate voice, like a silver bell, suddenly rang out from the side.

Meng Yun and the others turned their heads to look, and it was the stunning sisters from the Shui Yue Dynasty, Lan Zhixi and Lan Zhiqing.

The one who just spoke was, of course, the mischievous younger sister, Lan Zhixi.

At this moment, she was wearing a pink dress, her cheeks slightly flushed, looking exceptionally charming. She held a wine glass, gazing at Meng Yun with soft yet bold eyes:

“This humble one, Lan Zhixi of the Shui Yue Dynasty, has long admired Young Master Yu. May I be so bold as to ask if Young Master would honor me by sharing a drink?”

Nangong Jing slammed the table, her spoiled temper returning in front of outsiders: “It’s not convenient!”

“...Nangong, guests are guests,” Meng Yun smiled helplessly.

“It seems I’ve come at the wrong time?” Lan Zhixi glanced at Nangong Jing subtly, seemingly taking a jab at her.

“No, you’ve come at just the right time.” Meng Yun raised his wine glass and clinked it with her and Nangong Jing, then drained it in one gulp.

Over there, Chen Jintong looked at the woman who had suddenly stopped in front of him, a flicker of surprise and a deeply hidden killing intent crossing his face.

Lan Zhiqing wore a dignified smile, speaking openly: “Chen Jintong, you are very strong. Perhaps we could have a match sometime?”

As she spoke, she gently raised her wine glass.

Chen Jintong hesitated for a split second, then picked up his wine glass and said, “If you can reach the finals, we will naturally meet.”

If she couldn’t...

He had no time to spare for matches with trash.

What’s more, this woman’s face bore an eighty percent resemblance to that person’s!

With a complex emotion, Chen Jintong drained the wine.

A flicker of doubt passed through Lan Zhiqing’s eyes, but being as intelligent as she was, she naturally knew that at the current distance, she was not qualified to ask where Chen Jintong’s killing intent towards her came from.

“Uh, I’ve been wanting to ask,” Meng Yun said, looking at Lan Zhixi, “Do you know someone named Lan Xi?”

In the previous reincarnation, Lan Xi could be said to have made indelible contributions to the promotion of Meng Yun’s barbecue business!

Barbecue promotion ambassador!

“Lan Xi?” Lan Zhixi thought for a moment, then shook her head.

“Never mind, perhaps I was thinking too much,” Meng Yun said again, “What about Lan Youyou?”

“Lan Youyou?!” Lan Zhixi’s eyes immediately widened in disbelief when she heard the name: “How do you know Lan Youyou?! That’s my uncle’s daughter!”

“Uncle’s daughter? Lan Youyou is a Princess, you…” Meng Yun did a quick calculation with his fingers, utterly shocked: “Holy crap, don’t tell me your father is the Emperor of the Shui Yue Dynasty?”

“Mhm,” Lan Zhixi nodded primly, a smug look on her face.

She had originally wanted to keep a low profile.

But it only resulted in Yu Jingshen ignoring her.

Since she was seen through, she might as well stop pretending and lay her cards on the table!

That’s right, she was a Dynasty Princess!

“Tch, a princess of a minor dynasty, I don’t know what she’s so arrogant about.”

Meng Yun pointed at Nangong Jing: “See? A dignified princess of a second-rank dynasty is pouring wine for me.”

Lan Zhixi: “...”

This conversation was impossible!

“You still haven’t told me how you know Lan Youyou! She’s only three years old this year! She’s still a child, you scoundrel!!”

“I dreamt of her. She was already an adult then. What’s wrong?”

“An adult dream too? You’re even more of a scoundrel!” Lan Zhixi retorted, pressing her advantage:

“Did she mention me in your dream?”

“She did,” Meng Yun spread his hands, “She said she had a pair of Imperial Sisters, both talented and beautiful, and their strength and talent were even above hers.”

“And then?”

“That’s all. She said it was a pity that Heaven envied their talent, and both Imperial Sisters died in Heavenly Sword...”

Holy crap!

It all matched up, it all matched up!

An understanding flashed through Meng Yun’s mind.

These two unlucky kids, it seems he had encountered them!

If Meng Yun hadn’t made this erroneous arrival, it was highly likely that this pair of sisters would still have died at the hands of Senior Brother Qin YuanTong, who controlled the Demonic Sword!

“I really am a good person...” Meng Yun muttered to himself.

“A good person?!” Lan Zhixi fumed, “Wishing death upon me and you’re still a good person?!”

Meng Yun ignored her.

Lan Xi liked him; Meng Yun could feel that in the previous reincarnation.

This life’s Lan Zhixi also seemed to have similar feelings.

Perhaps, Lan Xi was just a memory kept by some people in the Shui Yue Dynasty, cherishing the departed Lan Zhixi.

If so, it made sense.

“I’m not talking to you anymore; I’ll be right back,” Meng Yun stood up directly.

“Where are you going? We’re not done yet!” Lan Zhixi pressed.

“I’m going to pee, Big Sister! Do you want to hold it for me?!”

“Okay, okay!” Lan Zhixi’s eyes lit up.

Meng Yun: “...”

Nangong Jing: “...”

Chen Jintong remained silent, only looking towards Lan Zhiqing.

Lan Zhiqing instantly felt her reputation was being harmed.

“Xiao Xi!” she snapped angrily.

“Alright, alright, if you don’t want to go, then don’t.”

...

Meng Yun opened the floodgates in the restroom, and at the same time, casually threw down an Array Talisman.

With his current strength as a Soul Transformation expert, coupled with the Array Master trait, and given enough time to construct a grand array, even a Tribulation Transcending Grand Power would have to obediently suffer defeat!

Mahayana?

At worst, a one-for-one trade!

What Meng Yun lacked now was just the time to construct a grand array!

“Just a tiny bit more, and it’ll be done~”

...

While Meng Yun was using the restroom as an excuse to run around and construct array cores in the palace, Zhongzhou, to be on the safe side, once again dispatched an envoy.

The newcomer stepped on the void, his hair distinctly yin and yang.

Half black, half white.

Southern Palace East rushed out in a hurry, bowing to greet him:

“This little king respectfully welcomes the Saint Lord’s esteemed presence!!”

The newcomer was the Second Saint Lord of the Three Saints Palace, Saint Wuxu!