“Yes, I’ve met a girl.” Cheng Yifeng admitted frankly.
Cheng Miaozhen's spirits lifted, and she looked excited, quickly asking, “Which girl? Where is she from?”
“A disciple of the Moon Invitation Palace.”
“The Moon Invitation Palace?!”
“Yes, the Moon Invitation Palace.” Cheng Yifeng nodded.
Cheng Miaozhen looked at him helplessly, shaking her head and saying, “Brother, give up. You can’t possibly reach a Moon Invitation Palace disciple.”
“Why can’t I reach her?” Cheng Yifeng said, “We are in love with each other. Surely the Moon Invitation Palace wouldn’t try to separate us, would they?”
“Moon Invitation Palace disciples don’t marry.” Cheng Miaozhen sighed, “Brother, don’t you know this?”
“Why can’t they marry?”
“Before coming down the mountain, didn’t you read some introductions to the various sects of the martial world?”
“I was in a hurry and didn’t read them. There was no need to either.”
As a prince and a disciple of the Heaven-Questioning Cliff, he was powerful enough to roam the world unhindered.
Others always had to avoid him; he never had to avoid others.
So, there was no need to read introductions to the various sects of the martial world or be wary of them.
He had nothing to fear.
“Brother…” Cheng Miaozhen sighed helplessly, “You can’t be so careless.”
“Why can’t Moon Invitation Palace disciples marry? Is there a sect rule?” Cheng Yifeng snorted, “If there really is such a rule, I’d have to ask why there is such a harmful rule!”
Cheng Miaozhen said, “If a Moon Invitation Palace disciple wants to marry, she must abandon her cultivation. If you were to marry her and she had to abandon her cultivation, would you be willing?”
“No problem,” Cheng Yifeng said.
Cheng Miaozhen looked at him.
Cheng Yifeng said, “You have to give to get. If I can only choose between the two, I would, of course, choose her. Anyway, I am a prince. If I lose my martial arts, I lose them. Isn't it good to be like Prince Qing?”
”
Cheng Miaozhen paused, then said helplessly, “Aren’t you obsessed with cultivation?”
“That’s because I have no choice. Compared to other boring things, cultivation is more interesting.”
“...If it weren't for the Fourth Prince, Prince Qing's family would have had a miserable life.”
“They wouldn’t have to worry about food or clothing. What’s miserable about it? Just put up with some annoyance and ignore them.”
“...But that Moon Invitation Palace disciple isn’t like you, Brother. Once she loses her martial arts, she will have nothing.”
“She’ll still have me.”
“Won’t you marry a concubine in the future?”
“...I won’t. I’ll only marry her.”
Cheng Yifeng occasionally stopped in front of a shop or stall to buy something.
Cheng Miaozhen noticed that he was buying mostly women’s items, mostly small jewelry.
“Brother,” Cheng Miaozhen said with a smile, “Mother doesn’t like these things.”
“Oh, I’m not buying them for Mother.”
“I don’t like them either. I don’t like wearing things on my body.”
“...I’m not buying them for you either.”
“For that girl?!” Cheng Miaozhen snorted.
Cheng Yifeng chuckled and nodded, a look of longing on his face.
It was as if he could see her receiving these trinkets, her face full of joy.
He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
“Sigh…” Cheng Miaozhen shook her head, her mood inexplicably complicated.
After this woman came along, her brother’s heart had completely gone over there.
Mother and herself were pushed to the back. Was this the nature of men?
She looked at the rough face of Cheng Yifeng, full of doting and joy, and felt particularly dazzling.
Thinking that men were all like this, she endured it and said, "Brother, you haven't mentioned this girl's name yet."
“Xiao Qiuyue.”
“Xiao Qiuyue…” Cheng Miaozhen chewed on the name for a moment, then shook her head.
She had never heard of this name.
Moon Invitation Palace disciples were very low-key, and often did not travel the world under their real identities.
Except for the Holy Maiden and the Palace Master, almost no one knew the other disciples.
“This matter is very troublesome,” Cheng Miaozhen shook her head. “It’s best to calm down and think it over carefully.”
“I’ve thought it over very clearly. I must marry her.”
“By the way, the Fourth Prince's future consort is the Holy Maiden of the Moon Invitation Palace. How about asking him to help mediate?” Cheng Yifeng said, “So that Qiuyue doesn’t have to abandon her martial arts.”
Cheng Miaozhen rolled her eyes.
Cheng Yifeng smiled and said, “I think he has a good relationship with you. He can help with this, right?”
“I don’t have the face to say it,” Cheng Miaozhen snorted.
“Little sister, do you regret it?”
“Regret what?”
“Regretting not being able to marry him. He might be the future emperor.”
“Do you think Mother regrets it?” Cheng Miaozhen snorted.
“...That’s true.” Cheng Yifeng said helplessly, “Marrying the emperor is really not a good thing.”
Those who yearn for wealth and glory would certainly want to become empress or a noble consort.
But his little sister, who had no yearning for wealth and glory, avoided it like the plague.
The fact that the Fourth Prince was likely to become emperor was the key reason why his little sister didn’t want to marry him.
Thinking of this, he shook his head: “Actually, the Fourth Prince is quite pitiful.”
Cheng Miaozhen raised her eyebrows at him.
“The woman who was originally supposed to marry him would rather die than marry him. That’s quite damaging to a man.”
“Big—Brother—!” Cheng Miaozhen glared at him.
“Okay, okay, I won’t say it anymore.” Seeing her eyes turn cold, even though her face was covered, he knew she looked gloomy, and he quickly waved his hand.
Cheng Miaozhen snorted, “Mother is getting impatient. Don’t dawdle!”
With that, she quickened her pace.
Cheng Yifeng quickly threw a silver ingot to the stall owner, picked up the hairpin, and followed: “Little sister, wait for me!”
Cheng Miaozhen quickened her pace, letting him chase after her in a fluster.
Chu Zhiyuan walked slowly down the street, taking in their conversation.
He shook his head.
In the eyes of outsiders, Cheng Miaozhen had indeed humiliated him.
Even Cheng Miaozhen felt guilty.
There was really no way to explain this.
He couldn’t possibly tell others that he didn’t want to marry Cheng Miaozhen either.
That would only sound like an excuse.
If it weren’t for the Yin-Yang Calamity-Transcending Secret Scripture, if it weren’t for the Yin-Yang Reversal Technique, he really wouldn’t want to meet Cheng Miaozhen again.
There was no need to show his magnanimity.
But the Yin-Yang Sect’s extraordinary technique was too profound, beyond his imagination.
So, he wanted to understand its mysteries, which would be infinitely beneficial to his cultivation.
His current extrasensory perception could see the Yin-Yang Reversal Technique even more clearly.
The Yin and Yang energies intertwined and merged, transforming into a strange aura.
This aura could not be sensed, but under his current extrasensory insight, it was real.
Before becoming a Grandmaster, his extrasensory perception could not see this aura.
This aura should be the so-called “Void,” putting Cheng Miaozhen in a strange state.
This state was similar to time stopping, the body no longer aging, but constantly strengthening.
But the key was how to cultivate this technique; merely knowing the energy circulation route was useless.
He had also tried it, but could not truly generate Yin and Yang energies.
There was a most important threshold that he had not reached, the most core secret.
This secret was the most crucial.
He very much wanted to understand this secret, so he agreed to the invitation.
Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched, and his gaze swept over two young men passing by.
The heretics of the Evil Sect had come quickly!
After walking a hundred meters away, the two young men suddenly collapsed limply to the ground, their bodies rapidly shrinking, eventually leaving only two skeletons.
All of this happened before everyone's eyes, scaring the surrounding pedestrians into screaming.
Soon someone shouted, “Evil Sect heretics!”
