Super God Grandmaster
Chapter 241 - 241 230 Gradually Entering the Micro Realm_2

Chapter 241: Chapter 230: Gradually Entering the Micro Realm_2 Chapter 241: Chapter 230: Gradually Entering the Micro Realm_2 He had already become familiar with the waiter, called him over, and the waiter swiftly brewed him a pot of tea.

Ling’er said, “Don’t we have people who can make tea in our compound?”

“Sure we do, but I prefer it here. Nice view, get to see the beautiful ladies on the street. Maybe that loving couple by the lake will start arguing—it’d be fun!”

“You take pleasure in others’ misfortunes.”

“Honestly, I don’t believe in vows.”

“Why don’t you believe, were you hurt by a woman?”

Ye Chen grabbed some peanuts and said, “No, I just think life’s too long. People change, and vows make them extreme. It’s like a shackle binding people together. Happiness is fleeting. Who can guarantee they’ll love one person their entire life? Vows are only used by most people to live a lie.”

“If you’re right, then why do people get married?”

“Exactly, that’s where the problem lies. You get tired of the view after a year or two, let alone a lifetime. I admit, some people do love each other deeply and can love each other for a lifetime, but I can’t deny it’s tough.”

“You’re just looking for an excuse not to be responsible.”

“Perhaps! I don’t want to paint myself as anything grand, but each person is an individual with their unique thoughts. Who can guarantee they’re right? Maybe in the grand tapestry of life, there is no right or wrong, it’s all about what fits your needs. The important thing is to live for yourself.”

Weirdly, Wei Yiling felt there was some truth to Ye Chen’s words, and she too grabbed a handful of peanuts.

People around them were soon buzzing about the affairs of the Central Plains, quickly moving on to discuss the Zen Master.

“What’s the point of listening to all this nonsense? It’s all useless; you don’t know what’s true,” said Ling’er.

Ye Chen responded, “I think it’s all true.”

“You’re here, presumably to ogle the girl upstairs.” The girls on the opposite side started squealing again, as though the arrival of the night had astirred their energy.

“How did you know? Seems like you’re getting to know me better.”

“You’re the one full of bad intentions.”

“This is my one interest. It’s funny, do these people not know that the Zen Master will soon lead his men here?”

Yet Ling’er countered, “They do know, but they need to live, to earn money, unlike you, being leisurely supported by our New City Sect.”

Ye Chen chuckled faintly and said, “Life ain’t easy for me, either. People think I’m lucky, but I feel like I’m walking on thin ice. When danger comes, your daddy will definitely be the first to throw me under the bus. He won’t let me handle anything without risk. Nine out of ten tasks he gives me are dangerous. My life is always hanging by a thread.”

“And yet you complain!”

“Oh well, I’m just chatting.” Ye Chen continued sipping his tea, adding, “I really don’t understand what these people are thinking. What’s the fun in all this killing?”

“Then you should ask the Zen Master.”

“Seriously, I really want to ask the Zen Master why he wants to unify it all, and why he wants to confront both the fairy and demon realms so badly. Does he have a grudge against them?”

“Heh, perhaps the Zen Master is just someone else’s lackey.”

Ye Chen nodded and continued munching his peanuts.

The sky darkened quickly.

Ling’er said, “We won’t have many more easy days like this.”

“What did your daddy say?” Ye Chen asked curiously.

“He didn’t say anything, I just made an offhand guess.”

“Now you’re into fortune telling.”

Ling’er held her cold smile.

“I really don’t know what those people think about all day,” Ye Chen said.

“With your small mind, how could you figure it out? People always want to control everything.”

Ye Chen watched the hustle and bustle on the street, saying, “Honestly, I’ve lived here for so many years and I really don’t want anything bad to happen.”

“Then you should help us defeat the Zen Master.”

“Defeating them, that is a tall order.”

“You haven’t even started yet and you’re spouting this nonsense. Is this something that should come out of your mouth?”

Ye Chen said, “They’re divided into several groups, each aiming to conquer the places outside the Wastelands. They’ve prepared thoroughly. Even if we defeated the Zen Master, other people would still come.”

“You’re scared before the real fight even starts, if you’re so timid, it seems I’ve misjudged you.”

“Did you ever see me correctly?”

“If they dare come, we’ll fight back; we’ll fight to the end.”

“Why are you, a girl, so aggressive? Not all problems need to be solved with force. If one day, you get a scar on your face, you will regret it.”

“They’re trying to unify the Wastelands, and you’re talking about not needing force. How about you negotiate, then.”

“Ha, I’d rather leave such important matters to others. I don’t have that kind of ability. You flash your eyes a little—they might be open to an alliance through marriage.”

“You’re oversimplifying things.”

“Hey, I know my limits—I don’t have that level of talent.”

The people over there had begun to get excited again, likening the Zen Master to a deity.

Ye Chen quieted down.

The sky had unconsciously darkened, and the lanterns on the street were slowly lit. Ling’er started feeling hungry and ordered some food.

“You’re quite idle yourself. I always wondered what you do every evening. With so much time on your hands, wouldn’t it be better spent reading a book rather than listening to this nonsense?”

“Wait, soon, the most beautiful woman will come out,” Ye Chen said, his eyes glued to the theater across the street. Every evening, a young woman playing the pipa would emerge to open the show.

“I think you’re obsessed.”

“No way, I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you’re normal at all. If the New City Sect ever ended up in your hands, we’d be finished. At a time like this, you’re still in the mood to ogle pretty girls.”

Ye Chen chuckled and said, “I’m not absolutely determined to become the Sect Leader. Maybe I’m just not smart enough. You should have your daddy find someone else—someone you consider more qualified to be your husband.”

Ling’er huffed indignantly.

A few people were on the opposite side of the street downstairs, one of them was Meng Xiuluo dressed in tattered clothes resembling those of a beggar, a stark contrast to her usual image. Her hair was a mess, as if she had been violated.

Xiang Yi curiously asked, “Xiuluo, what are you doing? Why dress yourself up like you’ve been assaulted?”

“As long as I look the part, it’s good.”

“You certainly look the part.”

Meng Xiuluo glanced at the second floor window where the tea-drinking couple sat and asked, “Is that Ye Chen?”

Xiang Yi followed her gaze, nodded, and asked, “Are you planning to get close to him?”

“Of course I need to get close to him. How could I not approach a character like him? How would I understand the New City Sect without getting close to him?” To defeat the opponent, Meng Xiuluo was determined to understand who she was dealing with.

“Like this, won’t you end up ruining yourself? You don’t even know what kind of person he is. Is he a good person or a bad one, or maybe a big pervert?”

“A pervert would be good.”