Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 1342 - 1342 1301 Sneaking into the Academy

1342: Chapter 1301: Sneaking into the Academy 1342: Chapter 1301: Sneaking into the Academy After learning the news, Lu Chuan left Azure Dragon Academy and explained the situation to Ji Weiwei, saying he might be gone for a few days, then stationed himself day and night at the back gate of the academy.

Three days later, those four faces finally reappeared, struggling to carry a wooden crate.

Lu Chuan didn’t need to think to know what was inside.

However…

“It’s only been three days, huh.”

Nalan Xuan’s urgency might be even more extreme than Lu Chuan had imagined!

Still, this was undoubtedly Lu Chuan’s opportunity.

Without hesitation, Lu Chuan darted out from hiding, formed a spell with his fingers, and exhaled a mist.

The four people who had been chattering non-stop froze in place, their wooden crate crashing to the ground with a loud bang.

“Ouch!”

A pained shriek came from the box, catching Lu Chuan’s attention.

He glanced briefly at it before turning his gaze to the four individuals carrying the crate.

“I ask, you answer.”

The man woodenly nodded, his eyes vacant.

“Where is this crate being delivered?”

“To Dean Nalan Xuan’s room.”

“Who’s inside the crate?”

“No idea, just heard it’s some semi-famous male model.”

Lu Chuan: “…”

Nalan Xuan seems to have quite specific tastes in this regard…

“Does this male model possess cultivation?”

“Just an ordinary person.

Even if he dies, no one would care.”

Upon hearing this, Lu Chuan thoughtfully nodded.

Indeed, since Nalan Xuan chose this method to sneak someone in, he clearly didn’t want any word of it spreading and tarnishing his reputation.

Using an ordinary person was without a doubt the best choice.

Though an ordinary person couldn’t match the skills of a martial artist or cultivator, disposing of them afterward would come without any consequences.

That said, Lu Chuan bore no grudge against the man inside and had no reason to execute him.

Opening the crate, he found a stark-naked man inside, staring at Lu Chuan with terror etched across his handsome face.

He was good-looking, undeniably attractive, but lacking in masculinity—more akin to a woman, really.

“So your dean prefers this type?

Effeminate beauty, huh?”

“Please…

please don’t kill me!

I don’t know anything!”

“Relax, I don’t plan to kill you, but you might need to take a little nap for a while.”

With a casual gesture, Lu Chuan knocked the man unconscious, then rubbed his face wildly.

His appearance instantly morphed.

Crawling into the crate himself, he snapped his fingers.

“Close the lid and deliver me to Dean Nalan’s room.”

“Understood…”

Following Lu Chuan’s commands, the four men jointly lifted the crate, sneaking through the barrier breach at the back gate into Azure Dragon Academy.

Before long, Lu Chuan felt the four come to a halt, placing the crate gently on the ground.

The room was eerily quiet, devoid even of breathing sounds.

Lu Chuan cautiously lifted the lid, scanned the surroundings, and confirmed Nalan Xuan was not present.

Quietly, he stepped out.

The room carried a faint plum blossom fragrance.

Its layout was far more simplistic than Lu Chuan had imagined: a simple redwood table, a bed, a few brushes hanging from a rack, and numerous calligraphy artworks and spell techniques adorning the walls—a decor befitting the prestigious Dean of Azure Dragon Academy.

However, after a thorough search, Lu Chuan found no clues about the Human Emperor’s Pendant.

Instead, he uncovered an array of…

peculiar items.

“This is way too much…”

Blushing furiously, Lu Chuan put the odd items back in their place and swiftly slipped out the door.

Concealing his breath entirely, he carefully explored the vicinity.

Yet after only a few steps, he spotted Nalan Xuan sitting beneath a pavilion, deeply melancholic.

Lu Chuan’s gaze was instantly drawn to the jade pendant in Nalan Xuan’s hand.

Its domineering aura and potent spiritual energy left no doubt—this was the Human Emperor’s Pendant!

Lu Chuan hadn’t expected to locate the Pendant so easily, but the real challenge now was figuring out how to claim it.

Forcing a direct confrontation was out of the question; Nalan Xuan would likely crush him with a single palm strike.

“Is there another way…”

Lu Chuan’s mind raced, but alas, he couldn’t think of any feasible solutions.

If Nalan Xuan desired something, Lu Chuan might be able to negotiate, offering to fulfill Nalan Xuan’s condition in exchange for the pendant.

Yet there lay the problem.

Lu Chuan had no idea what Nalan Xuan might want.

And Lu Chuan wasn’t so confident as to believe that mere “self-sacrifice” would prompt Nalan Xuan to hand over the pendant willingly.

Sighing deeply, Lu Chuan was about to return to the room when he saw Nalan Xuan unfurling a scroll and hanging it in the pavilion.

Its brushstrokes were vigorous and commanding, the artwork itself unquestionably a rare masterpiece.

But what caught Lu Chuan’s attention was the signature on the scroll.

Nalan Xuan’s fingers lightly brushed against the inkwork, the name “Ye Chongshan” burned its way into Lu Chuan’s memory.

Although Lu Chuan hadn’t heard of this name before, judging from Nalan Xuan’s expression, it was clear the two shared a deep connection.

“This might be a breakthrough!”

If Lu Chuan could uncover the relationship between Ye Chongshan and Nalan Xuan, it might pave the way for obtaining the Human Emperor’s Pendant!

Still, before Lu Chuan could ponder further, Nalan Xuan stashed the scroll away and began heading back toward the room.

Seeing this, Lu Chuan quickly concealed himself, darting back before Nalan Xuan entered, diving into the crate just in time.

Moments later, the door swung open.

A faint sigh filled the air before Nalan Xuan’s silky voice spoke.

“Come out.”

Lu Chuan remained motionless, keeping himself locked inside the crate.

Nalan Xuan frowned slightly, puzzled.

“Is he still unconscious?”

Nalan Xuan raised his hand, unleashing spirit ink with the flick of his Haolock Spike, flipping the crate lid open—and froze in disbelief.

There lay Lu Chuan, eyes shut, breathing steadily, seemingly lost in slumber.

“Lu Chuan?

How can it be you?”

Lu Chuan: “…”

“Stop pretending.

I know you’re awake.”

Seeing no point in continuing the act, Lu Chuan slowly fluttered his eyelids, the professional commitment to his masquerade compelling him to execute the performance to completion.

His unfocused pupils gradually sharpened.

“Ugh…

My head hurts.

Where am I?

Wait, Dean Nalan?

What are you doing here?”

“Don’t you find this tedious, Lu Chuan?

With your cultivation, how could they possibly have knocked you out and brought you here?”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.

The last thing I remember is my vision going dark, and next thing I know, I’m here.”

Lu Chuan spoke with absolute solemnity, sticking to his story as though it were gospel, even as Nalan Xuan had clearly seen through it.

“Sigh… Lu Chuan, I’ve warned you before.

Stop plotting to steal the Human Emperor’s Pendant.

Why are you so stubbornly fixated?”