The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1230: Imaginary Love Rival

Chapter 1230: Chapter 1230: Imaginary Love Rival

The onlookers snacking on sunflower seeds were just lamenting the lack of good drama when a sensational piece of news suddenly emerged, hot off the press.

Lin Shanshan of Mount Shu, a darling of the mountain, had transferred her affections and shockingly cast aside Zichuan, the prodigy of Mount Shu, to throw herself into Long Fei’s arms.

The editor of Chang’an Academy’s school newspaper trembled with eager fingers, quickly recording the scene, feeling that his moment of fame had come, and that the school newspaper of Chang’an Academy was about to catch fire.

With this news, he could easily secure a chief editor position at any major newspaper out there!

Whispers abounded among the crowd, eyes fixed on the newsmakers, all with barely concealed snickers.

Shen Yan’er’s face was flush to her neck, and despite her usually calm nature, she couldn’t help but rebuke Zichuan, "Senior Brother Zichuan, do not speak nonsense. There’s nothing set in stone between us, and even if there were, I have the right to socialize with friends. Don’t fancy yourself as owning me; I belong to neither you nor anyone else, so please respect me."

"Respect?"

Zichuan burst into scornful laughter, "You truly jest like none other, acting as someone else’s Dao companion and yet slinking around with other men in private, still expecting your Dao companion to respect you? Do you think I’m too easy-going or that I’m a pushover?"

He exuded an aura of murderous intent, his demeanor untouchable.

This temper was a clear legacy from Li Yunxiao.

As Disciples of Mount Shu, cultivating Sword Qi naturally comes with intense killing intent.

Zichuan’s possessiveness was a hundred times stronger than Li Yunxiao’s, and although this matter seemed trivial, it was a gross affront in his eyes.

Shen Feng rebuked softly, "Zichuan, what will it take for you to let this go today? Must you make this matter known to every passerby?"

Zichuan pointed at Shen Yan’er with an icy demeanor, "Let your sister kneel down, slap herself thrice, and I will let her go today, forgiving her disrespect towards me. She must also promise never to consort with other men again."

His domineering demand angered Shen Feng, clenching his fists, "Fine, it seems you really won’t give any face to us siblings. In that case, I have a condition for you too. Stay away from my sister; she will never marry you in this lifetime."

"Well said, what a piece of trash, taking a good look at oneself before aspiring to marry our Miss Shen!"

Chu Feng clapped and cheered from the back.

Long Fei and his entourage smirked, all full of disdain as they watched Zichuan.

A young prodigy, yet throwing such an enormous tantrum over this, it’s unlikely he will achieve anything significant.

"Shen Feng, does your statement represent your master’s intentions as well?"

Zichuan’s face turned green as he confronted Shen Feng with a cold stare.

Shen Feng enunciated word by word, "Listen well, this is my stance. Upon my return, I will also make it clear to my master. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be my sister’s Dao companion."

"Fine, very well then!"

Zichuan chuckled contemptuously, "Finally, you speak the naked truth. In my eyes, you are no better than trash, and you really see yourself as something significant. When our Sect Leader proposed this marriage alliance, my acceptance was merely because your sister had some beauty, and I thought she could serve as the furnace for my cultivation. It’s good that you’ve said it; from now on, you are just a dog to me."

He pointed downward with his fingers inverted at Shen Feng and Shen Yan’er, then swaggered off with a group, laughing filthily, "We’ll remember this, sibling dogs. After I’ve had fun with your sister, I’ll send her to the brothel, let the men of the world have their turn!"

Whoosh—a brilliant light slashed across the sky.

Shen Feng had acted; if he endured this further, he could not bear the title of Shen Yan’er’s brother any longer.

The sword light flickered, projecting an aura of profound immortality.

It’s like a torrential sword rain plummeting down upon Zichuan.

Wang Jie exclaimed in shock, "Could this be the Taiyi Dividing Light Sword of Mount Shu?"

Zichuan drew his sword, tracing a streak of azure light through the air, clashing with the oncoming sword shadows.

Boom, boom, boom—sword clangs reverberated, explosions erupted, sending billowing dust toward the sky.

The people around jolted in fright, never before witnessing such formidable and sharp Sword Qi; this was unmistakably the true essence of Mount Shu.

Such a sword strike could surely cleave a small mountain in two.

Wang Jie gulped down, "The Qingsuo Sword is drawn too; Mount Shu has truly spared no expense this time."

The Seven Immortal Swords of Mount Shu: Ziyi Sword, Qingsuo Sword, Taiyi Dividing Light Sword, South Ming Li Fire Sword, Ice Soul Cold Light Sword, Three Yang Qi Sword, Mandarin Duck Thunderbolt Sword.

In that year, the seven disciples of Mount Shu rose to prominence in Great Xia Country by relying on this, establishing their sect on Mount Shu.

Later, the Sect Leader Long Eyebrow of Mount Shu ascended to the heavens in a Gathering Clouds, taking away two groups of disciples. After that, the path to immortality was severed, and no one else became an immortal.

This Immortal Sword is a true True Immortal Sword, not a mere imitation of an Earth Immortal.

Its imposing immortal aura is so overwhelming that one can’t help feeling a chill in their heart at first sight, instinctively wanting to kneel and prostrate.

Wang Jie briefed everyone on the history of Mount Shu, causing Long Fei to narrow his eyes and think that Mount Shu is indeed a renowned and significant sect, possessing inscrutable trump cards, far from being as weak as imagined.

Zichuan and Shen Feng exchanged over a dozen moves before the patrol Guard Squad of Chang’an Academy hurried over, quickly intervening and shouting, "Stop, private fighting is not permitted in Chang’an Academy, don’t you know that?"

Shen Feng, holding his sword, separated from Zichuan, with anger on both their faces.

Shen Yan’er advised Shen Feng, "Brother, focus on the opportunity at hand, don’t stoop to the level of that Mad Dog."

Shenxu Jiangchuan, Kunlun Jiang Wudi, Jin Yuanba of the Golden Family, Lin Daoyi of Mount Mao, Wudang Lin Daoqi, and others also held Zichuan back, persuading him as well.

Both of them calmed their anger and looked at each other with a grunt, then left separately.

They knew that the old man in charge of guarding the Battle Arena was on vacation and didn’t mention any challenges.

Zichuan glared hatefully at these siblings and, before leaving, pointed at Long Fei and cursed, "This isn’t over!"

Long Fei faced him with cold eyes, unafraid of his hostility.

It’s just that he’s somehow been unwittingly dragged into this, becoming Zichuan’s imagined rival in love.

There’s really nothing between him and Shen Yan’er.

Shen Yan’er glanced at Long Fei, her face full of embarrassment, and followed her brother away with small steps.

Long Fei furrowed his brows and led everyone back to their small courtyard.

Lin Shanshan teased from behind with a laugh, "Brother-in-law, you’re worried about Sister Yan’er, aren’t you?"

"No, don’t talk nonsense."

Long Fei sat down and took a swig of his drink.

There’s nothing particularly special between him and Shen Yan’er; it’s just that the Shen Family helped him in the past, and he helped them too. As a result, they built some friendship over time.

However, due to the incident with Li Yunxiao, things got a bit unpleasant later on.

He doesn’t know how Shen Yan’er feels about him, at least he hasn’t considered that kind of possibility.

Chu Feng laughed oddly and said, "What is love in the world that makes the heart bear such discomfort."

He raised his cup, toasting and drinking with the crowd.

Bald Dog and Ground Rat Demon King just snickered, not concerned with these matters at all.

Just now, the two scoundrels already took advantage of the chaos to gobble up the roasted dragon meat, their bellies swollen as if they were pregnant.

Long Fei, after drinking sullenly for a while, was about to help himself to the meat when he found it all gone, glaring at the two culprits with frustration.

Without a word, Bald Dog and Ground Rat Demon King scurried into their rat burrows and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Long Fei put more meat on to roast and asked Ji Wanyu, "How long until the opening of the Ghost Emperor City?"

Ji Wanyu calculated the days and said, "More than half a month, I suppose!"

"That long?"

Long Fei raised his eyebrows, pondering, "It seems we need to find something to do, or we’ll all be bored to death."

Wang Jie complained, "It’s all that old man’s fault, going on a trip at a crucial time. Otherwise, I’d challenge all these talents!"

He’s now addicted to fighting, his pent-up frustration still not fully vented!

Ji Wanyu saw these troublemakers in need of something to do and with a smile, she found them an activity, "Don’t worry, tomorrow there is a perfect event to relax. The annual Tianzhu Mountain Trade Fair in Chang’an City starts tomorrow. We can go stroll through the market and find some good treasures. Who knows, we might carelessly come across some heaven-defying Magical Treasure!"