54: Angry condensation

By the time Leng Ningshuang snapped out of the strange phrase "you'll find out when the time comes,"

she realized that Lu Yi's figure had already left the room.

She frowned slightly and didn't think much more about it, assuming Lu Yi was just talking nonsense again.

Afterward, she also prepared to leave and return to the State Preceptors Residence.

She wanted to see with her own eyes if Wu Yang was honestly abiding by that bet and had returned to seclusion to Cultivate.

With a flash of her figure, she left the Drunken Immortal Tower and returned to the State Preceptors Residence a moment later.

While passing by the courtyard where Lu Yi lived,

she subconsciously glanced inside; Lu Yi didn't seem to have returned yet.

The entire courtyard was very quiet, with only his personal maid named Ling'er present.

She was sitting alone by a stone table, holding a scroll of unknown content and reading it with great interest.

Leng Ningshuang even noticed that the maid's facial expression was very strange.

At times she frowned, at times she had a sudden realization, and at other times her face flushed red.

Leng Ningshuang didn't ask any questions and went straight back to the main courtyard where she lived.

However, to her surprise, just as she stepped into her own courtyard,

a frantic figure rushed out from the side in a great hurry and came before her.

It was Wu Yang.

"Revered Master! You're finally back!"

Wu Yang looked at Leng Ningshuang, his expression suggesting he had been waiting there for a long time.

Seeing his frantic appearance and thinking about the bet between him and Lu Yi,

Leng Ningshuang's brow couldn't help but furrow.

In a cold tone tinged with a bit of displeasure, she inquired:

"Shouldn't you be abiding by the bet and Cultivating in seclusion in your own room right now? Why have you come to my place?"

Wu Yang was stunned on the spot by his Revered Master's sudden questioning.

An extremely surprised expression appeared on his face as he asked back:

"Revered Master? How did you know about my bet with that fellow Lu Yi? Could it be... could it be that Revered Master, you were... also at the Drunken Immortal Tower?"

Leng Ningshuang felt extremely guilty at his question; she coughed twice to hide her embarrassment.

"Ahem! You don't need to worry about how I know!"

She forced a stern face and put on her air as a Revered Master, scolding:

"The point now is, since you lost the bet, you should keep your promise and immediately go back to Cultivate in seclusion!"

After saying that, she ignored Wu Yang and walked straight into the courtyard's main hall to sit down.

Then, she poured herself a cup of tea and took a small sip.

This was to calm her slightly embarrassed emotions.

Looking at his Revered Master's serious expression, Wu Yang couldn't help but secretly guess:

It's probably... that bastard Lu Yi again, complaining to Revered Master and saying slanderous things about me!

That despicable and shameless villain!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He quickly followed her into the hall and explained to Leng Ningshuang urgently:

"Revered Master! Please listen to my explanation! I will definitely keep my promise and Cultivate in seclusion! It's just that before that, I have a few very important things I must tell you first! It's... it's about that Lu Yi!"

Hearing it was about Lu Yi, Leng Ningshuang's hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

She also showed a bit of curiosity and then inquired calmly:

"Oh? What do you have to tell me about Lu Yi?"

Seeing that his Revered Master was willing to listen, Wu Yang was overjoyed and immediately began to harshly criticize Lu Yi in front of Leng Ningshuang.

He painted him as a despicable, shameless playboy who trifled with women everywhere.

Then, to support his point, he brought up the matter of the bet at the Drunken Immortal Tower today:

"Revered Master! Since you already know the result of my bet with him, then I assume you must also know the content of our bet?"

Hearing this, Leng Ningshuang nodded gently.

After all, the content of their bet was whether or not he could meet her.

Seeing this, Wu Yang became even more spirited.

He began his "logical analysis":

"Revered Master, think about it. Why would an outsider like him be able to make that mysterious Zither Master of the Drunken Immortal Tower break convention and take the initiative to meet? There must be some trickery involved!"

Then, in a certain tone, he began to criticize:

"In my opinion, that Lu Yi must still be at the Drunken Immortal Tower right now, indulging in carnal pleasures with that so-called 'Zither Master,' completely losing track of everything..."

Hearing this "analysis" of his,

Leng Ningshuang's hand gripping the teacup suddenly tightened, her knuckles turning slightly white.

But she still forced herself to pretend she knew nothing, frowning and asking with feigned confusion:

"Wu Yang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. You didn't see it with your own eyes, so how do you know they... they are doing that kind of thing?"

Seeing that his Revered Master still didn't seem to believe it, Wu Yang patted his chest.

With an "I've already seen through everything" expression, he stated:

"Revered Master, does it even need to be seen? A lone man and a lone woman alone in a room—what good could they be up to?"

Then, Wu Yang adopted a look of pained distress and began to point his finger at the "Zither Master."

"I really didn't expect it! That Zither Master, who is usually rumored by the people of the Capital to be almost divine, would actually do such a shameless thing!"

"She usually puts on a lofty act and never sees any outsiders, yet today she specifically received this Lu Yi alone!"

"Presumably, she has her eyes on Lu Yi's status as the Saint Son of Taichu!"

"Originally, I thought she was such a noble and refined person... Hmph! I didn't expect that in the end, she's just a sycophantic, vain, and shameless lowly person!"

Leng Ningshuang listened as her own Disciple cursed her to her face, calling her "shameless" and a "lowly person" sentence after sentence.

She was so angry that her whole body trembled, and her teeth were gritted so hard they made a clattering sound.

The poor teacup in her hand could no longer withstand this terrifying force.

With a crack, she crushed it into pieces on the spot!

Seeing Leng Ningshuang's furious and ashen-faced appearance,

he thought she was finally angry because she had seen the true colors of Lu Yi and the "Zither Master."

Overjoyed, he was just about to step forward and chime in:

"Revered Master! You've finally seen his true nature now, haven't you!"

However, what he didn't expect was

that in the next second, what awaited him was not his Revered Master's agreement,

but a powerful, heavy slap infused with Leng Ningshuang's monstrous rage!

"Slap—!"

A crisp and loud sound echoed throughout the hall.

How powerful was this slap from the enraged Leng Ningshuang?

Although she held back some strength, she still sent the defenseless Wu Yang flying backward on the spot.

Wu Yang slammed hard against a pillar in the hall and then fell to the ground.

Half of his cheek swelled up visibly at a rapid pace.