I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 897: He Who Is Content Is Always Happy

Chapter 897: Chapter 897: He Who Is Content Is Always Happy

’Talk of the Three Kingdoms is all bullshit,’ you know just one tiny opportunity, even a half chance, could trigger a war between the three nations.

Moreover, you’re trying to figure out if what you’re currently experiencing is really like the micro-novel written by Lin Panxia.

Then...

It must have been the appearance of that woman named Zi Yi, whom it seems you bought her freedom from a place like the Azure Building.

After lunch, Uncle Ding came to notify you that Luo Cheng was waiting at the gate. Following Uncle Ding to the gate, you and Luo Cheng boarded the carriage. Inside the carriage, bored, you began to ask, "Father, what is the Huiwen Pavilion?"

Luo Cheng looked distracted, and it took him two asks to come to his senses, "Our Tang Dynasty has some hidden world sects, and every three years at this time, they recruit disciples from the common folk in various locations in the capital city. The Huiwen Pavilion is where the Heavenly Sword Sect recruits in the secular world. Your father has some connections with Elder Bai Sheng of the Heavenly Sword Sect, so today I plan to take you to meet him."

"Oh."

About half an hour later, you and Luo Cheng alighted from the carriage and arrived at a private estate.

At that time, you saw that the outside of the mansion was packed like sardines, a sea of heads bustling about. Once you got out of the carriage, you realized that the two of you simply couldn’t enter the estate because there were just too many people. Just as you were wondering how you were going to get in, Uncle Ding beside you suddenly spoke up, his voice not loud but clear enough to reach the ears of everyone present, "Please make way, my master has urgent business and wishes to enter the estate."

"Who is your family to demand we make way?" someone challenged.

"Yeah, yeah, don’t you see everyone is queuing and waiting?" another person added.

"Indeed, even if it were the Heavenly Son, we wouldn’t make way!"

...

This statement aroused the public’s indignation, but Uncle Ding’s expression remained unchanged, and he used the same level voice to say, "Family Head Luo Cheng."

"Luo, Luo Cheng!?"

"Is it Luo Cheng, the Ming Dynasty Duke?"

"The Marshal is here!"

"Quick, make way for Marshal Luo, or are you seeking death?!"

Just a simple name stirred everyone present into a frenzy like a shot of adrenaline, and the chaotic scene became orderly at once, as people voluntarily cleared a path.

"Luo Someone thanks everyone here," Luo Cheng said, his voice also not loud, but as it reached each person’s ears, each one would bow respectfully to you, their faces not hiding their reverence. In this manner, the three of you walked in easily.

Entering the estate, a young boy no older than thirteen or fourteen came to greet you, "Marshal Luo, Elder Bai has been waiting for a long time."

"Thank you, young man."

"It’s my honor to lead the way for Marshal Luo." The boy quickly bowed to Luo Cheng, his expression as respectful as could be.

The boy led the two of you into a side room, and Uncle Ding did not follow you in, instead, he stood guard outside the door. Once inside the room, you saw two people sitting there: a middle-aged man with a stern face and a handsome young man with creamy skin. When the middle-aged man saw Luo Cheng enter, he stood up excitedly and came forward to salute Luo Cheng with a clasped fist, "Ah, Brother Luo, it’s been a decade since we last met!"

"Brother Bai, ten years have passed, and you still shine as ever."

"You flatter me, Brother Luo. This must be your esteemed nephew, I presume?"

"Yun’er, haven’t you greeted Elder Bai yet?"

"This junior, Yun’er, pays respects to Elder Bai." You bowed deeply to Elder Bai, with all due respect.

"Young Master, there’s no need for formalities." Elder Bai waved his hand casually, and you felt a gentle force righting your bowed body.

"Brother Bai, who is this..." Luo Cheng then turned his gaze to the creamy-skinned young man who hadn’t moved from his chair and wore an expression of arrogance.

"Oh, this is the Young Sect Leader of Heavenly Sword Sect, Murong Changge."

Murong Changge then gave you a perfunctory salute, but his tone left much to be desired, "Changge has long heard of Marshal Luo’s heroic deeds and is truly impressed beyond words."

"You’re too kind, Young Sect Leader." Luo Cheng spoke with tranquil ease, but you were clearly irritated, however since he was a junior, it wouldn’t be proper to show it, especially considering his significant status as a Young Sect Leader of the hidden world sects, damn!

"Young Master, come here."

Elder Bai Sheng, evidently not one to dilly-dally, called you over and placed his hand lightly on your pulse point. As time passed, Elder Bai’s brows began to furrow. After letting go of your hand, he pressed several key acupoints on your body, and you could feel a clear stream entering your body with each press. However, this stream would quickly dissipate as soon as it entered, vanishing without a trace.

"Brother Bai, how is it?" Seeing Bai Sheng withdraw his hand, Luo Cheng, who had always seemed composed, now showed concern.

"Alas," Bai Sheng sighed and shook his head, "I’ve made some minor achievements in medicine over the years, but I know nothing about the ailment afflicting your son. Moreover, his body is like loose sand, unable to hold Spiritual Energy in his meridians, which feel as though they’ve scattered like a river in the sand."

"Could it be that my son is destined to be parted from the martial path in this life?" Luo Cheng looked somewhat dejected.

"Well... not necessarily. If a grandmaster were willing to pay a great price to cleanse his marrow, removing the impurities from his body, solidifying the loose sand, and re-forming his meridian paths..."

Bai Sheng struggled to finish his sentence because who in this world would do such a thankless task? And he mentioned grandmasters—those elderly powerhouses—would they be willing?

"Father, let it be. I have resigned myself to fate. At least I still have my parents and siblings by my side. I am content. A contented heart is a continual feast, and facing life with humor and happiness is enough."

"Good! It’s rare for my son to have such an open heart!" Luo Cheng was greatly comforted by your optimism.

"Psh, contentment is merely the self-consolation of the weak." Murong Changge pointedly illuminated his own point of view. Seeing you and Luo Cheng looking displeased, he continued disdainfully, "Is that not true? If everyone in this world shared your attitude, there would be no progress. Only through ceaseless combat can one’s potential be stimulated, to reach the pinnacle, and to conquer the world!"

As he spoke, Murong Changge’s face naturally revealed an air of madness and arrogance.

"Father, let’s go."

Luo Cheng nodded, then turned to Bai Sheng and bowed, "Brother Bai, we shall part ways here."