The Fairy’s Little Temper

“To be fair, the Second Manor Lord’s wife is a woman.”

Liu Yang tried to struggle.

Though his appearance was a bit effeminate, he was still a straight man at heart, and he resisted the idea of dressing up as a woman from the bottom of his heart.

“To be fair, that’s true.”

Lu Chang’an wasn’t about to let Liu Yang refuse.

He was counting on Liu Yang to help him infiltrate Liantian Manor, so he immediately crushed Liu Yang’s thoughts of rejection.

“But this isn’t some heinous deed.”

“Consider it compensation for your earlier attempt to steal from me.”

“How about it?”

“Brother, can’t you pick another request?”

Liu Yang’s face twisted in pain as he made one last desperate attempt.

“No.”

Unfortunately, Liu Yang’s final struggle was mercilessly wiped out by Lu Chang’an.

“Fine, even if I agree, there’s one problem: I don’t look much like the Second Manor Lord’s wife.”

“Disguising myself will be very troublesome.”

Liu Yang pointed out a flaw in Lu Chang’an’s plan.

Disguise techniques had their limits; you couldn’t just transform into any appearance you wanted.

“Don’t worry about that.”

“I’ll handle it.”

Regarding the makeup issue, Lu Chang’an had already asked Lu Yuesheng about it, and her answer was affirmative.

Lu Chang’an trusted Lu Yuesheng, so this wasn’t a problem anymore.

“I’m a man.”

“I have an Adam’s apple, and my behavior is very different from a woman’s.”

“Didn’t you say you’re good at imitating?”

“You can learn.”

“I have a thick waist.”

“Just wear looser clothes.”

“I have no chest.”

“The Second Manor Lord’s wife doesn’t either.”

“My voice is very deep.”

Lu Chang’an’s response paused.

He furrowed his brows and nodded.

“That is indeed a problem.”

Liu Yang saw hope and asked, “So can we change the request?”

“Change what?”

“It’s just a voice issue.”

“Yue’er should have some medicine with a similar effect.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

Lu Chang’an waved his hand, dispelling the last bit of hope in Liu Yang’s heart.

“Alright, then the final question: Your earlier actions—were you trying to lure the Second Manor Lord’s wife through Zhang Wanguan?”

“Bingo, you got it.”

Lu Chang’an snapped his fingers.

His original target had always been the Second Manor Lord’s wife.

Zhang Wanguan seeking a marriage between his nephew and Xiu Niang’s daughter was eighty percent likely the Second Manor Lord’s wife’s intention.

As for whether it really came from her instructions, the answer would soon become clear.

Hua County was neither far nor close to Liantian Manor.

If the Second Manor Lord’s wife urgently needed Yanyan, she would definitely turn back halfway and return to Hua County first to deal with Yanyan’s matter.

“The Second Manor Lord’s wife herself is at the Xiantian One Qi realm.”

“She’s also accompanied by at least one expert at the Xiantian Three Flowers realm.”

“If the Second Manor Lord dotes on her, there might even be a Condensing Spirit expert.”

“Can you really handle that?”

Liu Yang had started thinking from Lu Chang’an’s perspective—a good sign, indicating that Liu Yang’s sense of identification with Lu Chang’an and his group was gradually deepening.

Lu Chang’an had naturally considered the problems Liu Yang worried about.

“The Second Manor Lord’s wife herself isn’t very talented.”

“I hear she reached Xiantian through pills.”

“Such a Xiantian poses no threat at all.”

“As for the experts around her…”

Lu Chang’an’s eyes flickered, and for the first time, a hint of excitement appeared in them.

“As long as there aren’t two Condensing Spirit experts, it’s not hopeless.”

Liu Yang’s heart pounded.

The Condensing Spirit realm—even in the martial world, that was a first-rate expert, strong enough to prop up a major sect.

Yet Lu Chang’an seemed unfazed by such a level of power.

“Wait, on our side, you’re Xiantian One Qi, and I’m Xiantian One Qi too.”

“We don’t even have a Xiantian Hunyuan.”

“How do we fight a Condensing Spirit expert?”

Although Liu Yang had agreed to help, he wouldn’t follow Lu Chang’an to his death.

Their friendship wasn’t that deep.

“But we do have a Three Flowers realm.”

Lu Chang’an smiled gently and said softly, “Besides, I want to test how far apart Three Flowers and One Qi really are.”

“…”

Liu Yang’s expression shifted slightly.

He couldn’t help shaking his head.

“I thought you were the more rational type, but I never expected…”

“Crazy?”

“I think it’s fine.”

Lu Chang’an stretched lazily, a strange light shining in his eyes.

“Since I’ve come to this world, how can I not experience the thrill of gallantry, the flashing blades and swords of the jianghu?”

“I think I’m a bit crazy too.”

Liu Yang sighed endlessly and gave a bitter smile.

“And yet I actually feel a little tempted to go with you and try it out.”

“Having second thoughts?”

“A little.”

“But since I’ve agreed, I’ll definitely do it.”

Glancing around both sides of Lu Chang’an’s room, Liu Yang suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

He leaned close to Lu Chang’an and asked quietly, “That Three Flowers combat power you mentioned—who is it?”

Lu Chang’an found it amusing.

Liu Yang’s reaction was a bit slow; only now did it occur to him that if Wen Qingying was at the Three Flowers realm, then what he had just said might have been overheard.

Lu Chang’an didn’t speak.

He just smiled silently and pointed toward Lu Yuesheng’s room.

Seeing that Lu Chang’an pointed at Lu Yuesheng’s room, Liu Yang let out a long breath, his worry finally dissipating.

“That’s good, that’s good.”

Looking at Liu Yang’s relieved face, Lu Chang’an thought to himself that he hadn’t really lied to Liu Yang.

Because according to Lu Yuesheng, Wen Qingying couldn’t really be considered a Three Flowers realm expert anymore.

She could already be treated as half a Condensing Spirit—a half-step Condensing Spirit.

With initial cooperation agreed upon, to show sincerity, Lu Chang’an got an antidote from Lu Yuesheng, neutralizing the effect of the pill that had dispersed Liu Yang’s inner energy.

Liu Yang was also straightforward.

He immediately booked a superior room in this inn and settled in next to Lu Chang’an’s group.

A simple night passed.

The next morning, after a refreshing sleep, Lu Chang’an washed up and pushed open his door.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw Liu Yang, who lived diagonally opposite, walking out with dark circles under his eyes.

Pfft!

Lu Chang’an couldn’t help it and burst out laughing.

“What happened to you?”

Liu Yang was equally baffled.

He had looked in the mirror and seen his own dark circles.

“I don’t know either.”

“Last night I kept having nightmares.”

“Really strange.”

“Nightmares?”

“Yeah, nightmares.”

As he spoke, Liu Yang shivered, clearly indicating that the content of the nightmare was not something he wanted to revisit.

Perhaps afraid that Lu Chang’an would press further, Liu Yang said a quick goodbye and went downstairs on the pretext of eating.

Lu Chang’an stood there, still feeling puzzled.

Creak.

The door of Lu Yuesheng’s adjacent room opened.

A dazzling fiery red caught Lu Chang’an’s attention.

“Yue Sheng, do Xiantian martial artists get dark circles under their eyes from lack of sleep?”

“Probably not.”

Lu Yuesheng had just gotten up and was a bit dazed by Lu Chang’an’s sudden question.

“Hiss…”

Lu Chang’an took a sharp breath.

He glanced at Wen Qingying’s tightly closed door and withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened.

‘Don’t think too much, don’t think too much.’

‘Liu Yang’s dark circles were probably from punching himself twice in his nightmares.’

‘Yeah, that must be it!’