Gongyang Puyu shifted the topic, saying, "I heard the Second Young Master has gained a powerful ally. I’ll toast with tea instead of wine to congratulate the Second Young Master!"

Huangfu Yuxuan showed a slight smile on his lips, changed the direction of his cup, gently clinked the cup with Gongyang Puyu, and took a sip.

Gongyang Puyu observed his expression and suddenly said, "The Red Simurgh Star is active, surely the destined person is not far from the young master!"

A deep hue flashed through Huangfu Yuxuan’s eyes. The Stargazing Method was indeed wonderful, and Gongyang Puyu truly had the capability.

He managed to persuade and pull many from Haotian Village down the mountain; Xia Wanqing even personally came to the Capital City. Those from Haotian Village would also become his force within Jianghu.

Most importantly, wasn’t Xia Wenjin fleeing from marriage?

Now, her father has already arrived in the Capital City for his purpose; if Xia Wenjin had even a trace of filial piety, she could not possibly ignore this and would definitely come to the Capital City.

Calculating the time, it would be no more than half a month before Xia Wenjin inevitably enters the city.

Gongyang Puyu, staying inside the Astronomical Observatory, unexpectedly knew about this. He naturally couldn’t have any other sources of information, which must be the miraculous power of the Stargazing Method.

Recalling the woman he had glimpsed in the village, while she was of the Jianghu, that one glance was enough to see clearly—her red clothes were fiery, her appearance picturesque, her brows and eyes carried an aura of heroic briskness. Compared to the noble ladies in the Capital City, her beauty didn’t lose a bit, and in terms of temperament, she surpassed those frail ladies by a large margin.

That woman was his destined wife.

Quite good.

Initially, he worried that the destined wife predicted by Mr. Gongyang would not be a noble lady from the Capital City, but rather a rough and unattractive Jianghu person.

However, that one glance already delighted him deeply.

It’s just her fleeing from marriage that displeased Huangfu Yuxuan. Yet upon reflection, a woman with character, daring to love and hate, upon hearing about marrying an unknown man, would run away in fright, which seemed not inappropriate.

All he wanted was Xia Wenjin, originally just her identity of destiny.

Now, he found the situation not bad. The strength of Haotian Village was indeed an unexpected delight.

Having gained a destined wife and a great ally, he was increasingly convinced that he was truly the person of destiny.

Although Xia Wanqing suggested breaking off the marriage, he believed it was only because Xia Wenjin hadn’t interacted with him yet, and was scared away by the thought of marriage.

Moreover, Xia Wanqing’s words were not firm, indicating he still favored him for a son-in-law.

Since there was a marital fate between him and Xia Wenjin, destiny’s affairs couldn’t be escaped. He wasn’t worried that Xia Wenjin would elude his control.

When Xia Wenjin arrived in the Capital City, he would properly "entertain" her.

She was merely a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Jianghu girl; he had ways and means to make her committed to him.

His heart was filled with joy, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Though he quickly leveled his lips and looked at Gongyang Puyu again: "This young master has matters to attend to, I’ll leave first!"

He placed the teacup down, then stood.

Gongyang Puyu said, "Safe travels, young master!"

The people from Haotian Village indeed descended the mountain, but those who truly came to the Capital City were only Xia Wanqing, the Second Village Chief Hua Yuanming, and the Third Village Chief Gu Hongxin, along with a few villagers.

Other village chiefs and Left and Right Guardians entered Jianghu and did not enter the city.

Huangfu Yuxuan arranged accommodations for them at a three-way courtyard located two streets away from the Prince Liang Mansion. Living here was spacious. The residence was tranquil amidst the bustling city, and the street offered extensive connectivity.

However, the entire Haoran Mountain belonged to Haotian Village, and the village people, accustomed to living in various exquisite courtyards, found nothing special about it.

To be special, the Capital City was a place they’ve visited before, but never resided long-term, so since now they might stay for a while, of course, they’d explore and enjoy the surroundings!

Xia Wanqing’s greatest concern was Wenjin’s destiny.

The curse of not surviving past sixteen.

This was his most pressing concern, so once settled, his first thought was to visit the Bodhi Temple.

Unfortunately, upon his first visit, he was told Master Kong Chan was not in the temple.

He came specifically to see Master Kong Chan, but with the master not present, he naturally left dispirited.

After waiting for three days, he couldn’t wait any longer and went again.

Setting out early, riding out of the city, speeding up, he eventually arrived at the Bodhi Temple’s entrance by late morning, carrying a sense of hurried dust.

Tethering his horse to the tree aside, he walked up the steps, and after burning incense at the front hall, he stopped a little monk to inquire, "Little master, is Master Kong Chan in the temple?"

The little monk looked at Xia Wanqing, surprised, and said, "My master’s uncle said someone would visit him today, so he postponed going down the mountain to tomorrow. Are you the person he’s been expecting?"

Xia Wanqing was immensely surprised, and hurriedly said, "Little master, could you please lead me to your master’s uncle?"

The little monk gracefully gestured, "Please follow me, benefactor!"

As Xia Wanqing walked, he thought if Master Kong Chan is indeed waiting for him, it means he truly possesses skills, making Wenjin’s words credible.

As long as Wenjin isn’t in life-threatening danger, he’ll be relieved.

Kong Chan’s Zen Temple was ancient and serene. Monks of the "Kong" generation, even in Bodhi Temple, held a lofty status, with a multitude of disciples and followers.

The little monk knocked twice at the door, which opened as someone approached.

A young monk in his twenties appeared.

Xia Wanqing paused, surprised that Master Kong Chan was only in his twenties?

He’s so young; can he truly possess such great skill? In Jianghu, there’s a saying that if there’s no hair on the lip, work won’t be stable, which holds some truth. Youth means less knowledge, less experience, shorter learning time...

In short, Xia Wanqing felt somewhat unreliable.

He contemplated retreating.

However, suddenly, he recalled something.

The Bodhi Temple was renowned not only in Nanxia but across the world, as a revered Buddhist Holy Land, seemingly due to a young monk who was not even twenty. The master known as Xu Yun has reportedly always appeared youthful.

But who dares underestimate him even a bit?

Could Master Kong Chan be similar to Master Xu Yun?

Upon this thought, Xia Wanqing immediately adjusted his attitude, saying, "Hello, master, pardon my disturbance!"

The young monk slightly stepped aside, pressed his hands together in greeting, "Benefactor, I am Xuan Chi, my master is waiting inside!"

Oh, so it wasn’t Kong Chan? He realized that the Master Kong Chan wouldn’t be a young boy after all.

Xia Wanqing exhaled a sigh of relief. Despite the precedent set by Master Xu Yun, he was inwardly more inclined to believe a highly skilled master would be older. Mentally settled, he walked indoors.