This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 353 Learning Everything Will Only Hurt You
Xiang Yuan looked at the three Xiao brothers suspiciously. There were too many illogical points. These three guys must be hiding something.

The tour's final destination is Shendu. The itinerary was set by the Liu family of Tai'an, the Jiang family of Bozhou, and Wuyou Valley. The Xiao family of Shendu has no right to interfere. They cannot simply send Jiang Yingjun wherever they want.

Conversely, even if Wuyou Valley were to change its itinerary at the last minute, the Xiao family of Shendu would not agree, and the caravan would be unable to proceed.

Unless, both sides share this sentiment!
What does this mean? Don't you find it interesting?
Xiang Yuan's thoughts wandered, and he actually managed to come up with a rather outlandish line of reasoning.

The silly guy felt that his older brother was unfaithful to his sister-in-law. In a fit of anger, he didn't dare to do anything to his older brother, so he tattled on him and sent the adulterous couple to his sister-in-law's doorstep, asking her to come out and uphold justice.

The artistic young woman was worried about not being able to persuade him to stay, but when Xiao offered her a ladder, she went down it, thinking she could compose a few more poems along the way to satisfy her craving.

Both sides quickly reached an agreement, and the itinerary was changed.

If that's the case, Xiang Yuan can only say that the three idiots are overthinking it.

Even setting aside the possibility of adultery, when he's not reciting poetry, it's perfectly normal for artsy young women to be around, and the fragrance of Qingyuan isn't strong. Even if there were, his sister-in-law wouldn't stand up for justice; she'd be busy in seclusion breaking through to the Tongyou stage and wouldn't be able to come out at all.

On the other hand, Xiao Yan, seeing that he has a successor and his adopted son has inherited his mantle, might be overjoyed.

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Of course, another possibility cannot be ruled out.

Jiang Yingjun's identity is special; if she makes even the slightest mistake, Northern Qi will use the princess's disappearance as a pretext to put immense pressure on the Xiao family of Shendu. Many schemers within Western Chu are eager to manipulate the situation, but because the Wuyou Valley caravan is located in Shendu, they can only observe from afar and cannot act.

However, if Jiang Yingjun leaves the capital, these flies will swarm in, kill the Liu clan members, kidnap Jiang Yingjun, and wait for the Northern Qi master to come and rage, leaving the Xiao clan of the capital exhausted from dealing with them.

Flies swarmed in!

The fly was killed by the Liu clan members!

This is ridiculous; the abacus beads are practically flying off at my face.

Xiang Yuan saw through it but didn't say anything, and said that the plan was good. He would suffer a little, but he could earn a lot of money from those with affinity and resources on this trip.

Give me more so he can go on a shopping spree at the supermarket!

Within the territory of Northern Qi, apart from the ambush and assassination orchestrated by Liu himself, everything was peaceful and calm, which shows the stability of the security in Northern Qi. The security in Western Chu was far inferior to that in Northern Qi, and Xiang Yuan felt a little excited just thinking about it.

The Xiao family of Shendu wanted to see rivers of blood flow, hoping that the "Liu clan" would slaughter everyone and eliminate the hidden scourges within their territory one by one. Xiang Yuan was looking forward to a supermarket shopping spree, buying up everything. The two sides were of one mind and decided to go ahead with it.

"Alright, alright, I did promise Liu that I would protect Jiang Yingjun and accompany her to Zhen Dian Prefecture." Xiang Yuan sighed repeatedly, saying that kindness is often taken advantage of, and that he was repeatedly used because he was too soft-hearted.

"Liu Gou is truly shameless, bullying an honest man like my brother!"

"Utterly shameless, even my brother Xiao Feng couldn't stand it anymore."

"The Northern Qi is full of people who are greedy and forget righteousness. They know small etiquette but not great righteousness, are bound by trivial matters but not great virtue, and value minor details but disregard integrity and shame. Unlike my Xiao family of Shendu, which has a long history and is virtuous and upright!"

The three brothers, one after another, expressed their utter contempt for Liu's behavior of bullying honest people.

Xiang Yuan didn't expose him. He couldn't wake someone who was pretending to be asleep by urinating on them, especially since there were three of them in front of him. He tapped on the tea table in front of him and made a few requests.

The journey to Zhen Dian Prefecture is long, and he has been traveling by carriage for more than a month. For the rest of the journey, Xi Chu must allow the Wuyou Valley caravan to move around and travel faster.

Furthermore, even if it's just for show, this entrapment operation must be accompanied by a Grandmaster of the Xiao Clan.

Conspirators are mostly suffering from severe paranoia. With their paranoia, the bait is not disguised, and the scene is equivalent to an old villager playing the piano on the city wall, singing "Come on, let's have fun."

There's something fishy about it. Only those in the 70s rush in blindly, while those in the 140s will stand outside the city gates, commenting on the apartment layouts, and then just look around without ever going in.

Faced with Xiang Yuan's requests, the three Xiao brothers readily agreed, patting their chests in assurance.

Xiang Yuan represented the Liu clan, Jiang Yingjun represented Wuyou Valley, and San Doubi represented the Xiao clan. All three parties had no objections, and the itinerary for Zhen Dian Prefecture was thus finalized.

Xiang Yuan didn't want to get involved in the subsequent procedures; he, as the person in charge, just needed to be present.

But there was one thing he mentioned, even though he knew it was unlikely.

“The golden dragon of destiny for the three kingdoms has been tampered with. This is no ordinary rebel group. The mastermind behind it is plotting to seize the world. Don’t you three want to meet privately and sit down with Northern Qi and Southern Jin for a proper chat?” Xiang Yuan suggested.

"Do not want to."

"What's the point of talking to Liu Gou and Li Gou? You'll only bring trouble upon yourself."

“Brother, it’s not that we don’t want to, but that the other two don’t want to. Northern Qi and Southern Jin only care about their immediate interests and are so short-sighted. If we work with them, we might fall into their trap before the enemy even makes a move.”

The three brothers shook their heads in unison, saying it was absolutely impossible.

Xiang Yuan shook his head. He had said everything he needed to say. None of the three kingdoms were interested. Forcing things wouldn't work, and it wouldn't satisfy anyone. Let them do whatever they wanted!
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The Wuyou Valley convoy stayed in the capital for three days, during which literary figures from both countries engaged in offline discussions and exchanged opinions.

Three days later, the convoy from Wuyou Valley split into two groups: those heading north went north, and those heading south went south.

The number of carriages heading south was small, only a quarter of the original number. Guanshan Road Town Dianfu is close to the southern border, which Western Chu called the Southern Barbarians. It was also a well-known cultural wasteland in Northern Qi. Apart from Jiang Yingjun, who had ulterior motives, the others in Wuyou Valley had no interest in going south.

The convoy left the capital and used spatial teleportation to continue their journey.

The master who accompanied the Xiao family as their bodyguard was Xiao Feng. This guy was too good at attracting hatred. He was born to mock others. As soon as he opened his mouth, no one wanted to talk properly.

Xiang Yuan specifically named Xiao Feng and entrusted him with an important task, hoping that he would lure a few more fearless and destined people to come and offer treasures.

Under Xiao Feng's indignant gaze, his elder brother never got off Jiang Yingjun's carriage after getting on. Occasionally, when he had a chance to move around and get off, Jiang Yingjun always looked excited.

The convoy quickly increased its speed by maneuvering around the area. If it weren't for fishing, it would have stopped at any city it encountered, and the convoy could have reached Zhen Dian Prefecture on the same day.

Xiang Yuan lay on the soft couch, flipping through the itinerary. Seeing that the city ahead was Yanfeng City in Shenzhou, the territory of the Feng family, one of the five lineages of Tianjian, he got up and sat up, immediately feeling wide awake.

The head of the Feng family, Feng Wenshu, has been traveling the world and hasn't returned to his hometown for some time. It's unknown what the current situation of the Feng family is, or whether the various branches of the family have started vying for power again.

As luck would have it, "Feng Wenshu" returned, and "Feng Jiahe" also returned.

The caravan will stop in Yanfeng City tonight to rest and set off early tomorrow morning. Xiang Yuan saw the possibility of causing trouble and came up with a few mischievous ideas. He planned to ask Xiao Feng if he had any plans to break into the Feng residence in disguise at night.

This time, the eldest brother plays Feng Jiahe, and you play his son!
Xiang Yuan is petty and still holds a grudge about this matter.

Over the years, the Feng family has been influenced by artistic trends, and Yanfeng City under their rule has acquired a certain artistic atmosphere. However, Wuyou Valley's trip south was a last-minute decision, and there were no plans to tour and perform here. It's hopeless for them to try and profit from the local population.

The local post station where the caravan stayed was guarded by soldiers from Shenzhou. Considering that Western Chu had its own national conditions, the city guards of Shenzhou could be considered Feng's private army, or roughly equivalent to the soldiers of Tianjian Pavilion. The Xiao family of Shendu had cut off their pay early on, so they couldn't command them at all.

As soon as the convoy arrived at the post station, Xiang Yuan saw several familiar faces from afar.

The two most familiar with her were Feng Wenyu and Feng Wenyuan. Relying on their own territory, they had the ability to mobilize the garrison and shamelessly squeezed into the post station to get closer to Jiang Yingjun.

Feng Wenyu is obsessed with calligraphy, and Feng Wenyuan is obsessed with painting. They are serious and want to make friends through literature and have a competition with Jiang Yingjun.

News of the Northern Qi's great victory in the civil contest at the border between the two countries had already spread. Xiang Yuan was hiding behind the scenes and few people knew about it. Jiang Yingjun defeated three grandmasters in a row, stepping on Wu Rui, Chen Suhe, and the nameless one as stepping stones, and her momentum was unparalleled for a time.

If I could defeat Jiang Yingjun...

Although the chances were slim, immense wealth was within reach, and Feng Wenyu and Feng Wenyuan could not bear it. They blocked the carriage and were about to set up a duel.

Then I got beaten up!

The one who hit someone was Xiao Feng.

In a sense, this is a case of the father beating the son.

"Let me in! I am the city lord's elder brother. I want to see Master Jiang to prove that there are still virtuous scholars in Western Chu!"

"I am the city lord's second brother!"

"..."

I'm the city lord's...brother!

Thinking this, Xiao Feng immediately broke the legs of the two men.

When a Grandmaster-level expert commits violence in the street, who dares to stop him? Feng's Nascent Soul stage cultivator had already been crippled by Xiang Yuan and dared not intervene. He could only watch helplessly as Xiao Feng left triumphantly before rushing forward to rescue Feng Wenyu and Feng Wenyuan.

The two brothers were still unconvinced. So what if he was a grandmaster? Their father, Feng Jiahe, who had been faking his death, was also a grandmaster.

If it weren't for his hidden agenda and grand scheme, his father would have definitely beaten Xiao Feng to a pulp and gotten revenge for his broken leg today.

Feng Jiahe's feigned death should not be publicized. Although the two brothers were not part of the elite circle, they still had basic intelligence. Dragging their broken legs, they shouted at Xiao Feng's back, "You just wait. When my third brother, Feng Wenshu, returns, he will definitely not let you off!" Xiao Feng dared not respond to this. For some reason, he had not breathed loudly since arriving in Yanfeng City, and had acted as an invisible person, for fear of stirring up unpleasant memories for Xiang Yuan and causing him to get angry and harm his health.

Xiang Yuan got angry, and he got hurt. Getting angry is bad for your health.

Inside the inn, Xiang Yuan took a private room and enjoyed the royal specialties from Ba Shang Lou.

On his way to Zhen Dian Prefecture, he would very likely encounter his father, adoptive father, and father-in-law. Having accomplished nothing while wandering around, he was penniless and short of money, so he smuggled two catties of royal special supplies from Ba Shang Lou, carefully packaged them into a gift box, and prepared to give one tael to his father-in-law.

Don't give it away for nothing; learn some secondhand sweet talk so you can make Chan'er happy later.

As for Xiao Lingyue, she had heard too many sweet nothings from the Prince Zhao's mansion. Every time Xiang Yuan told her secondhand sweet nothings, she could clearly feel that in order to save face for her husband, she pretended to be hearing it for the first time, suppressing her laughter and looking shy and unable to contain herself.

The righteous female knight-errant comes from a family with a long tradition of learning, and she's heard all sorts of secondhand sweet talk. On the contrary, the enchantress, who hasn't seen much of the world, is particularly easy to coax.

"And it's just a weakling..."

Just as Xiang Yuan was complaining, Jiang Yingjun walked over in a light yellow dress, with light makeup, looking bright and elegant. She sat opposite Xiang Yuan and took out a book of poems and placed it on the table.

The thin booklet records Xiang Yuan's 'original works' from these past few days.

"Sir, Yingjun has compiled your poems into a book. I wonder if you would like to publish them?" Jiang Yingjun's eyes were sharp. If Xiang Yuan was interested, Wuyou Valley could publish them on his behalf.

Xiang Yuan picked up "his" poetry collection and flipped through it, then shook his head and said, "These are basically love poems that I wrote to my wife. How can I easily talk about the pleasures of the boudoir with outsiders? She is shy. It's best if you know these poems, but don't spread them around."

If this gets back to southern Xinjiang, it's not a big deal if people get jealous, but it's a big problem if it disrupts the balance of power.

The worst part was that the news reached Jianxinzhai and was seen by Shang Qingmeng.

This year, Jianxinzhai and Wushuang Palace will have another sword competition. Jianxinzhai suffered a great defeat last time, and in order to get revenge, they will definitely send Shang Qingmeng.

On the Wushuang Palace side, Senior Sister Cheng Yuling, who is also Xiang Yuan's mother-in-law, has her mind entirely on that scumbag. Her cultivation is mediocre, and she can't even beat Qin Zhaorong, let alone grandmasters like Ziping and Shang Qingmeng.

At that time, it is highly likely that Xiao Lingyue, who is at the Grandmaster level, will step forward.

Then it got lively!

What? Shang Qingmeng has severed all emotions and desires and doesn't care about worldly things, so why would she see the love poem that Xiang Yuan wrote to Xiao Lingyue?
That's easy. Jianxinzhai has no shortage of gossips. If even one person notices Xiang Yuan's poetry collection, the news will spread throughout Jianxinzhai that very night, not even until the next day.

Soon after, busybodies like Qin Zhaorong and vengeful individuals like Ziping passed the poetry collection to Shang Qingmeng.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yuan subconsciously rubbed his temples. He fell in love with Xiao Lingyue at first sight, and with Chan'er, his feelings developed over time. His relationship with Shang Qingmeng was purely accidental. He was unfairly labeled a scumbag, and he felt extremely wronged.

Seeing Xiang Yuan's worried face, as if he was afraid of being blamed by his fiancée, Jiang Yingjun felt both envious and jealous of Xiao Lingyue. Such a timeless line of poetry could only be appreciated by one person...

She wants it too!
Since Xiang Yuan didn't want to publish a collection of poems, Jiang Yingjun wouldn't force him. After putting away the collection, she said with a slightly sour tone, "Sir, the young lady of the Xiao family who has won your heart must also be a talented woman, right?"

"No, that's not it. Her talent lies entirely in cultivation."

Xiang Yuan raised an eyebrow. In terms of talent, Xiao Lingyue was no match for Jiang Yingjun. As for cultivation, someone like Jiang Yingjun could have her makeup ruined with a single punch from Xiao Lingyue.

"With your talent, sir, wouldn't you be living in different beds and dreaming different dreams after you get married?"

How could that be? You have no idea how much I cherish her. I can't even bear to sleep with her, so how could I have a strange dream?

Xiang Yuan blinked: "Master Jiang, your tone is a bit strange. Correct it. I prefer your arrogant and self-assured manner."

Jiang Yingjun felt embarrassed upon hearing this, annoyed that her sister, the Empress, had talked nonsense and caused her to make a fool of herself. It was true that he was strong and powerful, but he also had a reserved and delicate side. When he was being elegant, he could be quite refined.

The artsy young woman was still debating scriptures.

Jiang Yingjun came to inquire about the poetry collection. She should have left after asking her questions, but she was rooted to the spot and wouldn't leave. She could smell the sourness in the dog food and felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Xiao Lingyue doesn't understand poetry and songs, but Xiang Yuan is deeply in love with her and writes a lot of poems to make her happy. She has a common language with him but can't have him, so she wishes she could break them up on the spot and take his place.

After a long pause, Jiang Yingjun, who couldn't find the words, poured Xiang Yuan another cup of tea and forced herself to speak, "Sir, if Miss Xiao knew that you escorted me all the way south, wouldn't she be angry?"

Great tea!

Xiang Yuan took a sip of the royal special-supply, his eyes looking strange. Where did Jiang Dajia learn those jokes? Are there going to be "How scary is your fiancée?" and "Yingjun only cares about her husband" next?
This is not a good way to learn; trying to learn everything will only harm you!

Xiang Yuan knew that Jiang Yingjun wasn't after him, but rather his talent honed through nine years of compulsory education. However, he had to admit that having such an idol around was actually quite enjoyable.

Then I thought about how many fans Jiang Yingjun had, including countless male fans in Northern Qi who were eager to hear her voice, and it felt even better.

Hey!
"Hey hey hey..."

Who is it that laughed out loud at my innermost thoughts? How rude!
A quick glance from the corner of his eye revealed Xiao Feng standing outside the courtyard, rubbing his hands together like a fly, his eyebrows, seemingly placed out of nowhere, looking particularly irritating.

He had the perfect face of a righteous person, but because of his crooked heart, he became extremely lewd. Even Xiang Yuan felt sorry for his face.

And then there's the name Xiao Feng, who followed the wrong person and suffered a great injustice.

After greeting everyone, Xiao Feng stepped forward to the stone table and addressed the gentleman in the same manner as Jiang Yingjun: "Sir, the Xiao family has other arrangements for the rest of the trip. Please move aside, I would like to have a private talk with you."

Jiang Yingjun understood the meaning behind the words and got up to leave.

"You sit down."

Xiang Yuan stopped Jiang Yingjun, drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, clicked his tongue to savor the taste, and thought to himself that it was a waste. He then said to the humble and arrogant Xiao Feng, "Although you imitated it very well, you did not investigate beforehand. My relationship with the Xiao family is not distant. Xiao Feng usually calls me elder brother."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng smiled, cupped his hands, and said, "Brother, you've misunderstood. I just..."

"I don't need to misunderstand anything, as long as Xiao Feng doesn't misunderstand."

Xiang Yuan raised his hand and pointed, his fingertips disappearing into the void, touching the ripples and spreading faint waves.

Seeing that his identity had been exposed, Xiao Feng coldly stepped back, but did not leave, and stood there waiting.

"Brother, what do you need me for? Just say the word, and I'll go through fire and water for you..."

Xiao Feng, all smiles, teleported over, but before he could finish speaking, he saw another version of himself in the room. He immediately changed his expression, flashed to shield Xiang Yuan in front of him, and said with a fierce look in his eyes, "Who are you, you rat, daring to impersonate a member of the royal family? Once I find out your identity, I will make sure your whole family loses their heads."

Xiao Feng sneered, waved his hand, and a plain-looking longsword appeared in his hand. He cleaved through space with a single stroke and disappeared in an instant.

Enraged, Xiao Feng used spatial teleportation to give chase.

He usually disguises himself as others, playing the role of father or grandfather everywhere. Today, he was the one being impersonated. How could he tolerate this?

Especially in front of Xiang Yuan, he appeared to be a pushover, easy to manipulate.

Jiang Yingjun watched the two grandmasters leave with lingering fear. If Xiang Yuan hadn't seen through her disguise at a glance, she would most likely have been kidnapped after leaving, and then...

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The God of Pure Love shook his head at the mere thought of it. Fortunately, he knew Xiao Feng well. If it were a member of the Liu clan, Xiao Feng's lifelike acting would have fooled him.

"Sir, was that a Grandmaster from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion?"

"Oh, you also noticed the swordplay hidden within his knife skills?" Xiang Yuan asked in surprise.

Everyone assumed Jiang Yingjun was proficient in all the arts, but little did they know she was also a Wang Yuyan, a walking library of scriptures.

You should have said so earlier! We wasted so much time on the way here. We'll go on our pilgrimage tonight!
Jiang Yingjun shook her head slightly: "Yingjun did not see the sword charm in the master's hand, but she has some understanding of the situation in Western Chu."

"That's it..."

Xiang Yuan was slightly disappointed. He crossed out the plan for tonight's pilgrimage on his schedule and continued, "Although he has the charm of swordsmanship, he hides it too shallowly, as if he is afraid that others will not be able to see it. It cannot be ruled out that someone with ulterior motives is framing the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. After all... Yanfeng City is the territory of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. Coupled with his remarkable swordsmanship, anyone who comes here will be the first to suspect the Heavenly Sword Pavilion."

"In that case, why don't you go after him, capture that master, and interrogate him to find out what happened?"

"You can't leave! If I leave, another 'me' will appear, and you'll be in big trouble!"

Xiang Yuan spoke softly, his gaze sweeping across the open space ahead: "Come out. Your methods of concealing your aura are quite good, as vast as the sun and as heavy as thunder, managing to deceive Xiao Feng."

There was no response, and not a breath was heard.

Xiang Yuan waved his hand and took three pieces of cloud-like energy from the teacup. He flicked his finger and they disappeared into the void, causing ripples to spread.

The space rippled, and the three figures tumbled out at the same time.

This guy has such a high level of artistic conception! x3
(End of this chapter)