High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 147 - 109: Madness in Poetry, the Approaching Fire over the River (2-in-1)
"I thought I’d have to wait a few more days; they say even an honest official finds family disputes hard to resolve. But I didn’t expect Junior Brother to be so decisive."
Wen Si chuckled, lowered his bamboo hat further, stepped aside to make room for Chen Kuang and the others to get on the boat.
Though he hadn’t shown up lately, he’d been well aware of the happenings onshore.
"I wouldn’t want to keep Senior Brother waiting long, especially since I had no intention of staying with the Chen Family."
As Chen Kuang spoke, he supported Chu Wen Ruo’s arm, letting her and the Little Princess board first.
Afterwards, Qingcuo and Shen Meinan nimbly leaped onto the boat.
Chen Kuang boarded last, and as Wen Si pushed the bamboo pole against the shore, the small boat glided into the mist.
Originally, the water’s surface was clear, but the mist appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire boat. As the vessel traversed the fog, the scenery on both banks became obscured, and its rapid transformations made it seem unpredictable. Yet, those on the boat moved as if on flat ground, without feeling any change in speed.
Chu Wen Ruo widened her eyes, intrigued.
She had a vague idea that her senior brother Chen Kuang was no ordinary figure, but just this skill alone was quite remarkable.
She looked at Wen Si and, together with her daughter, bowed graciously, saying, "Thank you for your help, Senior."
Su Huaiying mimicked the bow almost ceremoniously; however, due to her short limbs, she appeared clumsy yet adorable.
Wen Si gestured kindly, saying, "Lady Liang, no need for such formalities. It’s only natural for a senior brother to support his junior."
Chu Wen Ruo turned to Chen Kuang, cautiously asking, "May I inquire, who is your esteemed master?"
She had never known that Chen Kuang had a mentor or such a highly skilled senior brother, but now knowing made perfect sense.
After all, without a powerful master, how could Chen Kuang be so adept?
If he had become skilled solely on his own, that would be truly frightening...
It should be known that even Shen Xingzhu had studied under the Earth Spirit True Monarch of the Mystic God Daoist Sect to achieve their current accomplishments.
Upon hearing this, Shen Meinan also cast a curious glance.
Chen Kuang smirked and said, "A rascal."
Wen Si laid back, replying, "An old scoundrel."
The two exchanged a look, then burst into laughter.
Chu Wen Ruo and Shen Meinan were puzzled.
Su Huaiying squinted, pondering deeply.
A rascal... an old scoundrel...
In the realm of illusion, she once encountered a peculiar nameless musician during one of her cycles.
This musician’s appearance was not troublesome physically, seemingly around thirty years old, but upon seeing him, it was hard not to consider him as anything but older—a "senior."
And this musician had the carefree demeanor befitting a rascal.
This very nameless musician had informed her about the irregularity of Chen Kuang’s shadow.
When she later mentioned it to Chen Kuang, his expression was rather peculiar, making a realization long anticipated.
Meaning, Chen Kuang knew this nameless musician.
Both were musicians... This nameless musician very likely could be Chen Kuang’s mentor!
Why, then, didn’t Chen Kuang seem willing to acknowledge this nameless musician’s identity?
Su Huaiying found it increasingly puzzling; it seemed neither Chen Kuang’s never-seen senior brother favored their master, nor did they openly discuss their identity.
This indicated a probable issue with the mentor.
Shen Meinan morosely sat on the boat’s edge, resting her face in her hands, looking utterly displeased.
She was quite accustomed to getting no answers from Chen Kuang.
Thus, her discontent wasn’t really about that.
Rather...
The young girl glanced around, silently counting, one, two... one-two. Hmph.
She internally scoffed, shifting her position to hug her knees more gloomily.
Unexpectedly, Chen Kuang sat beside her.
Shen Meinan was taken aback, hardly having time to feel elated before Chen Kuang spoke to her:
"We’ll dock at Jiangning County first; someone from the Shen Family will be there waiting to receive you."
Shen Meinan froze, staring blankly at Chen Kuang.
Chen Kuang, smiling, asked, "What’s wrong? Reluctant to leave?"
Shen Meinan protested, "You promised to protect me."
Chen Kuang replied, "Indeed."
He shrugged, "The further we go, the greater the danger. You’ve seen the level of adversaries I have faced. Fortunately, the Shen Family is now here, and I’ve fulfilled my promise."
Chen Kuang looked at her, saying, "We’ve had our fun; it’s time to return."
Shen Meinan fell silent, her brows drooping, lips pursed, and after a while, she softly said, "Alright then..."
Shen Xingzhu, who had been silent for ages, suddenly spoke up, "I’ve been persuading you for days, even mentioning father and mother to no avail, yet you listen to him?"
Shen Meinan’s brows shot up as she fiercely shook her Longevity Lock, huffing, "I just enjoy listening to him, so what?"
Ah, a rebellious teenage girl.
In today’s world, perhaps she’d be a middle school dropout hanging out with social delinquents and, three months later, unfortunately pregnant, while the delinquent ran away without a care, leaving a young mother bewildered, working odd jobs to survive, ending tragically in a story that becomes a classic news case...
Chen Kuang couldn’t help but silently critique.
Hm... If a delinquent, that would refer to himself.
With Shen Meinan’s silly nature, he could deceive her... seventy or eighty times, and Shen Meinan would inadvertently even help him count money.
Shen Xingzhu seemed as stunned as if by her sister’s comments, sighing lightly, saying:
