Published: March 7, 2025
CHAPTER 246: The Change at Sky Tower!
"Isn't it just Great Zhao? Is it really that far? Do you really think I can't do anything about you! Chu Yang, you little bastard! You better not let me confirm your identity; if I do, even if the ancestral patriarch protects you, I will hit you eight times a day!"
The person in blue ground his teeth and snorted twice, waving his hand as the large stone in front of him shattered into pieces, angrily flying away...
However, he felt a bit of admiration in his heart. This guy could actually foresee that he would come… this kind of wisdom is truly remarkable. If he really is my nephew… hmm, then he indeed is an interesting fellow.
Unknowingly, he had developed an expectation towards Chu Yang...
Sky Tower.
"It’s really cold today! Little junior brother, why don’t we have a drink?" Wu Yunliang, wearing a black fox fur coat, arrived at Purple Bamboo Garden.
During this period, whether there was something or not, Wu Yunliang would come over to sit for a while. Meng Chaoran preferred peace and quiet, but he was unable to drive away this senior brother no matter how many times he tried.
"Not interested," Meng Chaoran replied, sitting in the Purple Bamboo Forest, with the white snow and purple bamboo accentuating his black hair and white clothes, making him appear both elegant and lonely.
"That’s fine, I’m interested." Wu Yunliang huffed out a breath, rubbing his hands together. "Come, let’s talk about your good disciple; ha, you didn’t expect your taciturn treasure of a disciple to become such a figure of great influence in such a short time, did you?"
Wu Yunliang knew that although Meng Chaoran appeared indifferent to everything, once the topic of Chu Yang came up, it would scratch an itch and he would become lively.
Now that he had reformed Sky Tower several times, making several senior brothers quite displeased, and with the seventh junior brother Kong Jingfeng not present—having been sent out by him—and the ninth junior brother Furious Thunder also not around—having been sent to Iron Cloud—now the only person left in Sky Tower who could talk to him was Meng Chaoran, the one who was indifferent to everything...
"What’s there to talk about regarding Chu Yang?" Meng Chaoran made an unhappy face. "Have you not chatted your mouth into calluses these days?"
The corner of Wu Yunliang’s mouth secretly curled up; sure enough, once his precious disciple was mentioned, Meng Chaoran's words became plentiful.
"Chu Yang is really not simple... sigh, why don’t I have such a disciple?" Wu Yunliang sighed.
A hint of a smile had already unconsciously appeared on Meng Chaoran's face.
"Ahem, how about we drink a couple of cups?" Wu Yunliang seized the opportunity.
"I really can’t do anything about you." Meng Chaoran helplessly nodded; turning around to prepare food and drink.
Clearly, he just wanted to hear me praise his disciple more; yet he still pretended to be unwilling. Wu Yunliang grumbled in his heart, calling out, "Why not send your little disciple to make a few dishes? Why do you have to do it yourself?"
"Tan Tan is in closed-door cultivation." Meng Chaoran sighed; it was better not to mention Tan Tan. Since Chu Yang left, Tan Tan had lost interest in anything other than staring at himself in the mirror, and was just practicing martial arts.
He had turned into a complete training fanatic.
Meng Chaoran had scolded him several times, but Tan Tan always complied outwardly while secretly sneaking off to train again. When he truly had no way out, he would silly grin and say, "Master, don’t you think I’m more handsome these days?"
Heaven knows Meng Chaoran's feelings.
Looking at Tan Tan's extremely abstract face, and hearing such narcissistic words, Meng Chaoran could only wave his hand: go practice. Don’t ask me… every time he asks, it’s a torment for me as a master.
To speak the truth, he feared to hurt his feelings; to not speak the truth… well, he was so choked that he couldn’t say anything.