Chapter 175 - 152: It Seems My Junior Sister is Pregnant!_2

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The words were somewhat flippant, her cold eyes brimming with a provocative gaze as she looked at Xiao Ruoching. Hearing this, Xiao Ruoching's anger surged, her chest heaving. She stood up abruptly, her proud figure unmistakable, her eyes widened in fury as she said, "Even if it's just a day earlier, I am still your senior sister, and you have neither the right nor the qualifications to question me!" Mo Li stood up and looked at Xiao Ruoching indifferently, saying, "In the Twenty-One Provinces, power is respected above all. Master holds on to that useless tenderness in his heart, but I'm sure both you and I understand this very clearly." Xiao Ruoching's eyes instantly turned cold, her red lips curving upwards as she said in a deep voice, "Are you talking to me about the supremacy of power?" In this life, when it came to power, she feared no one. Mo Li glanced at Xiao Ruoching, whose small hand had already begun to move toward the Longsword at her waist. She wasn't foolish; she had seen this senior sister challenge and overcome opponents of a higher cultivation level on the fighting stage. But in this life, considering only talent and power, Mo Li, with the insights from her past life, had never truly feared anyone within the same realm. Immediately, she threw the two halves of the rolling pin onto the ground, her jade arms crossed before her chest, and said faintly, "Mo Li knows that Senior Sister's talent is high and that you've been cultivating a month longer than I. However, at the same stage, Mo Li truly does not accept being inferior to Senior Sister..." I should teach her a lesson, so she stops putting on airs as a senior sister. A cold sneer formed at the corner of Xiao Ruoching's lips, and she instantly suppressed her internal Spiritual Energy to the initial stage of Foundation Establishment. Then, with one kick, she sent the kneading board in front of her flying. CLANG— The flying board smashed the pitiful medicine jars that Su Bei had placed inside the thatched hut. The next moment, the two women, both only at the Foundation Establishment stage, were grappling fiercely... Flour billowed in the air, falling onto their tangled skirts like scattered snowflakes. SMACK— THUD— AHH— ... Su Bei sat on the bed, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as he opened the letter written by the daughter of the Confucian Sage. The handwriting was beautiful, delicate and elegant, with a strong scent of ink. The strokes were light, yet this faintness added an ethereal and profound clarity to the writing. "Li Zijun of the Confucian School greets Mr. Su. Having just arrived at the Sword Sect, I regret that I did not have the opportunity to converse with you at length. However, I witnessed the elegance of your sword art—the flourishing cyan lotus, a hundred units high, in the sky—and Zi Jun deeply admires it." "Long ago, at Empty Cicada Lake, Zi Jun heard of Mr. Su's poetic works more than once. Each poem is deeply cherished in Zi Jun's heart. My father also greatly admires Mr. Su's poetry, stating frankly that your literary elegance surpasses even that of the Confucian School. Although Zi Jun is dull and my learning shallow, my heart is sincere and my will steadfast. I hope that if there is an opportunity in the future, when Mr. Su visits my South Wind Ancient Country, we might converse all night by Empty Cicada Lake." "..." "I earnestly request Mr. Su to instruct me in the art of poetry and to resolve my confusions. I hope Mr. Su will take pity and impart his knowledge! Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Enclosed is a ci poem, your great work for the Lantern Festival that Zi Jun loves most." "The East Wind at night brings a thousand trees to bloom, And blows down yet more, a shower of stars like rain. Fine steeds and carved carriages, their fragrance fills the road. Phoenix flutes resound, jade wine-pots gleam and turn, All night the fish and dragon lanterns dance. Moth-shaped ornaments, snowy willows, golden threads, Laughter sweet, and subtle fragrance, fade away. In the crowd I searched for him a thousand times, And suddenly, turning back, There he was, where the lanterns dimly lit the place." "..." Su Bei's gaze softened, as if he could feel the sentiment from a thousand miles away. He carefully read the letter's contents, but his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, his eyes reflecting a growing confusion. Could my memory be failing me?? Yesterday, when he first met Li Zijun, the poem she recited upon departing, "Rain-Drenched Bell - Chilly Cicadas Mourn," had already caused some confusion in his mind. But at that time, he hadn't thought much about it, simply assuming he had indeed unintentionally recited that poem at some point, and it had then spread throughout the world. Yet, for this poem today, he was seventy percent certain he had never publicly composed it! After all, this poem was incredibly famous, and the occasion it referred to was also very special... What exactly is going on? Have I truly lost a part of my memory? But the ink-scented handwriting on the letter seemed to insist that he had indeed recited this poem. Su Bei took a deep breath. As he pondered, lost in thought, the crimson light of the setting sun cast a somewhat furtive shadow onto his wall. The shadow stretched long and indistinct. A slight smile touched Su Bei's lips, followed by a carefree chuckle. From the shadow on the wall, specifically from the constantly swaying cowlick, he already knew who it was. That charmingly naive girl with the distinctive cowlick? He recalled meeting her this morning when she had covered her face and avoided him, leaving a slight doubt in his mind that he hadn't yet clarified. Then, resting his chin on his hand, elbow on the table, he narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the window ledge. Before long, that swaying cowlick peeked out, followed by half a forehead, then her eyes. Their gazes met. NGH— Realizing she'd been spotted, Dan Wuque's body trembled instantly. Her cheeks, flushed crimson by the lingering sunset glow, were shielded by her hand as she tried to block Su Bei's view. She then got up and started to run away. A smile touched Su Bei's lips. He placed the letter into his storage ring, shook his head to dismiss the complicated thoughts, and chased after her, calling out,

Chapter 175 - 152: It Seems My Junior Sister is Pregnant!_2

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