Supernatural Insight Eyes

Chapter 1942 - 1943: Wan’er! First Update

Lan Pavilion.

It is now one of the favorite gathering places for young martial artists in the ancestral land, and geniuses from various sects often appear here.

There must be a reason for attracting so many people.

At Lan Pavilion, there is a woman named Wan’er who loves to play the guqin here.

Her music is very soothing, even the Turquoise Pool Saintess once came to learn from her. It is said that Wan’er possesses a beauty not inferior to that of the Turquoise Pool Saintess. However, no one has ever seen what Wan’er truly looks like; her face is always covered with a white veil, revealing only a pair of bright and captivating eyes, full of allure with every blink.

Someone jokingly said that just relying on these speaking eyes, Wan’er could rank among the top three beautiful women in the ancestral land.

Because Miss Wan’er likes to play the guqin at Lan Pavilion, out of curiosity about Wan’er or attracted by her beauty and music, many people gather at Lan Pavilion every day.

Today, atop the Lan Pavilion, Miss Wan’er, dressed in white, gently strokes her guqin. The music is low-pitched, yet it touches the heart, like a painting unfolding before everyone’s eyes.

Many martial artists sit cross-legged around, but all are very considerate, not getting too close, seemingly out of respect for Miss Wan’er.

This guqin music has a kind of magic power that can calm one’s spirit.

Even the most anxious or angry people, upon hearing this music, cannot help but dispel the emotions within and become tranquil.

At the end of a piece, those immersed slowly awaken, expressing gratitude and encouragement to Wan’er.

"Listening to Miss Wan’er’s piece, I feel like my spiritual power has increased a bit. Thank you, Miss Wan’er, for your guqin music," a martial artist said with clasped hands.

"Miss Wan’er plays the guqin, and we have nothing to repay her with, so let’s demonstrate a martial arts form for Miss Wan’er."

"That sounds great. I will demonstrate a martial arts form for Miss Wan’er."

Several young martial artists vied to perform before Miss Wan’er.

So, one person stepped forward to demonstrate a martial arts form at the Lan Pavilion, and indeed, the form is quite structured, brimming with momentum.

After one person finished, the second continued, determined to outperform the first. One could see the exertion, as sweat droplets even fell from his forehead.

Just as this person’s form moved with vigor, a disdainful voice rang out: "It’s just some low-level martial arts form, how can you not feel ashamed to present it? Our Saint Heir is here, you all should disperse; our Saint Heir wishes to speak with Miss Wan’er alone."

"Who do you think you are, telling us to leave when you want?" The young man performing the form, angered by these words, turned and retorted. But immediately after uttering the first sentence, he regretted it, his eyes filled with apprehension: "Mo... Mother Mountain... Saint Heir... My Lord!"

The Mother Mountain Saint Heir ignored this person and instead focused on Wan’er.

"Aren’t you leaving? Do you want our Saint Heir to take action and drive you away?"

The speaker was not the Mother Mountain Saint Heir but Zhou Quan, standing beside him. Nowadays, Zhou Quan was much more arrogant compared to before, not considering these loose cultivator martial artists worthy of notice at all.

After the Turquoise Pool grand event, Zhou Quan followed the Mother Mountain Saint Heir, becoming a subordinate. For a loose cultivator, achieving success isn’t easy; having connected with a Saint Heir, how could he not hold tight? Even serving as a dog for the Saint Heir, he was willing.

The crowd’s eyes flickered; if not for the presence of the Mother Mountain Saint Heir, they wouldn’t fear Zhou Quan. It was mainly due to the Saint Heir’s authority and not daring to offend him.

No matter what, the Mother Mountain Saint Heir’s status and strength are not something the people present can compare to.

Now Zhou Quan was speaking on behalf of the Mother Mountain Saint Heir. Anyone who acted against Zhou Quan would be acting against the Saint Heir, a consequence the loose cultivators couldn’t bear.

The law of the jungle is well reflected in the martial artist’s world.

The strong live as they wish, while the weak live humbly.

"Saint Heir, if there’s something to say, it’s fine to say it publicly. By doing this, you put others under pressure, making even Wan’er feel awkward," Wan’er slowly said.

Her words were soft, and to others, Wan’er seemed courteous, but the Mother Mountain Saint Heir heard a different implication.

The Saint Heir’s gaze fell on the two women behind Wan’er and immediately commanded, "Zhou Quan, who allowed you to act so presumptuously, driving away those enjoying music with Miss Wan’er? Hurry over to apologize to Miss Wan’er!"

Zhou Quan was slightly taken aback but, being clever, quickly grasped the Saint Heir’s intention, not wanting to anger Miss Wan’er. He hurriedly lowered his head and apologized: "I spoke without permission on behalf of my lord. If I offended Miss Wan’er, please don’t take it to heart."

"Step back." The Saint Heir scolded Zhou Quan, who immediately retreated.

The surrounding loose cultivator martial artists didn’t leave; Wan’er stood up, and naturally, the Saint Heir wouldn’t go too far while giving Wan’er some deference.

However, with the appearance of the Mother Mountain Saint Heir, out of caution, the people around instinctively stepped back a few meters, not getting too close.

"What brings the Saint Heir to Lan Pavilion?" Wan’er implied, curious about the Saint Heir’s purpose.

"Haha..." The Mother Mountain Saint Heir laughed, "Though I am a Saint Heir, I am also human, not above curiosity. Naturally, I’m curious about you, Miss Wan’er, so I came to take a look."

"It’s said that no one has seen Miss Wan’er’s face. I wonder if I, the Mother Mountain Saint Heir, have the honor of seeing Miss Wan’er’s true appearance," the Saint Heir said.

"Haha... I fear that’s the disappointment you’ll face, Saint Heir," Wan’er replied.

"Very well, a gentleman doesn’t impose on others." The Saint Heir’s gaze briefly passed over the two women behind Wan’er, an embarrassed smile dawning.

"I’ve heard that recently in the ancestral land, there’s someone named Ye Fentian. You’ve met him, haven’t you, Saint Heir?" Wan’er suddenly asked, shifting the topic to Ye Qiu.

"Ye Fentian? Yes, I’ve seen him." The Saint Heir appeared slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"I wonder how strong Ye Fentian is? Compared to you, Saint Heir, who is stronger?" Wan’er asked.

At this moment, Zhou Quan, standing behind the Mother Mountain Saint Heir, spoke proactively: "That Ye Fentian is nothing. How can he compare to the Saint Heir? Even if he ascended the Turquoise Pool Immortal Platform, he is but an ant, easily crushed by a wave of the Saint Heir’s hand."

"Oh? I thought that Ye Fentian was something extraordinary, but it turns out he’s just so-so," Wan’er replied indifferently.

"Why would Miss Wan’er be interested in such a small character?" the Saint Heir asked, curious.

Wan’er appeared slightly absent-minded, then smiled, "It’s nothing. I’m just purely curious about this person."