Falling in Love with a 500-year-old female elder

Chapter 31: Aspiring to Avoid Defeat Amidst Azure Skies!

At this moment, the audience erupted in excitement, pounding their feet and chests, urging Ning Chuan to continue without delay.

“Go on!”

Princess Huai Zhu appeared to be an ardent admirer, grabbing a piece of cloth from nowhere and waving it enthusiastically.

“Miss, please control yourself!!” The maid Rouge couldn’t help but twitch upon seeing this.

Fortunately, they weren’t in Central State at the moment. If people from the Great Yan Dynasty witnessed their young lady’s behavior, there might even be an official reprimand to curb Princess Huai Zhu’s extravagant conduct, tarnishing the royal family’s reputation.

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“This story truly is marvelous!”

Yan Qingfei, the gentleman, lifted his wine glass and downed its contents in one gulp, remarking, “A good tale coupled with fine wine, what a delightful ache!”

The young swordsman by his side looked up for the first time, casting a serious glance at Ning Chuan.

“This narrative… is indeed well-crafted,” the young swordsman nodded in agreement.

Yan Qingfei, the young master, furrowed his brow slightly and quipped, “Oh? The reserved youth of the Sword Gate, Jianzi, who usually guards his words, offering praise to others? How unexpected.”

The young swordsman from the Sword Gate merely gave him a passing glance, paying him no mind.

…

“Little Ning Chuan…”

The girl under the red umbrella lifted her gaze, a foolish grin adorning her face.

“Hehehe, the tale is truly skillfully spun.”

“It’s a pity that such a splendid story must unfold amidst bloodshed and wails to render it more intriguing.”

After uttering these words, the girl beneath the red umbrella lowered her head again, her expression contorting as she calmly spoke.

“I’d advise you against causing any trouble. I’ve observed that there are no fewer than three formidable individuals present, and their strength is comparable to yours.”

After her soliloquy, the girl’s countenance shifted once more, a fierce glint suddenly sparking in her eyes.

Although her smile remained unchanged, she added, “Rest assured, I won’t disrupt such a splendid story for now.”

…

Amidst the resounding cheers, Ning Chuan shut his folding fan with a crisp snap and continued:

“The clash between Shi Ziling, his wife, and the four esteemed patriarchs of Prince Wu’s Mansion was genuinely cataclysmic, shrouding the world in awe.”

“After an arduous struggle, even Emperor Stone took notice.”

“This confrontation endured for an entire hour.”

“When the battle concluded, the entirety of the Martial King’s Residence had transformed into a vast crater.”

“Shi Ziling stood drenched in blood, his hair disheveled, and his golden spear cleaved in twain.”

“Yet, his aura remained undiminished, his posture unwavering!”

“Facing them, the four patriarchs displayed intricate emotions—weariness, remorse, and profound trepidation.”

“Upon the battle’s conclusion, Shi Ziling and his wife spoke little, turning to leave as they carried Shi Hao on their backs.”

“It turned out that a pact had been struck between the Four Patriarchs and Shi Ziling’s family.”

“They allowed Shi Ziling and his wife to escort Shi Hao to the ancestral grounds of the Shi clan deep within the wilderness for recovery. Should Shi Hao regain his vigor in the future, he would return the Supreme Bone.”

“The Shi Clan’s ancestral domain was an exceedingly enigmatic place. In bygone days, the progenitors of the Shi Clan had emerged from its depths, subsequently establishing the mighty Stone Country!”

“While en route, young Shi Hao stirred from his slumber, querying, ‘Father, where are we headed?'”

“‘We’re bound for the Shi Clan’s ancestral grounds to mend your wounds. If you recuperate well, they’ll return the Supreme Bone to you.’ Shi Hao’s mother, Qin Shi, spoke in a gentle tone.”

“‘So, that bone is named the Supreme Bone?’ Shi Hao mumbled, determination kindling in his large eyes, proclaiming:

‘Father and mother, supremacy isn’t bestowed, nor is it determined by a solitary bone. It’s a journey undertaken step by step.'”

“Shi Ziling and his wife were taken aback, their laughter bursting forth.”

“Young Shi Hao possessed far greater strength than they had ever surmised!”

As his words trailed off, the Seven Blessings Inn resounded with applause.

“Hahaha, ‘supremacy isn’t bestowed, nor is it determined by a solitary bone, but forged through step-by-step endeavors!’ Our young Shi Hao truly possesses ambition!”

“His ambitions are burgeoning, his scope expanding!”

“I’d thought the lad would be crestfallen, but he’s proven me wrong with his utterance!”

“Did Shi Yi witness this? This is the genuine spirit!”

“They can seize his bones, but they cannot wrest his resolve!”

“Wow, once Shi Hao spoke those words, I felt an upsurge of emotions. What’s happening?”

“My own child is almost ten, and he falters standing up. Contrast that with young Shi Hao, harboring such aspirations at his tender age! I’ve decided, I’ll return home and prepare a hearty meal for my child!”

“Indigence and strength, unwavering against the azure skies’ will!”

“Mr. Ning, please continue! I’m eager to witness Shi Hao standing triumphant within the Martial King’s Residence one day, trampling Shi Yi beneath his feet!”

“Indeed!! Mr. Ning, please continue! After young Shi Hao arrived at the ancestral grounds, did his injuries heal?”

“Can young Shi Hao continue his cultivation?”

In an instant, countless listeners in the audience gazed at Ning Chuan with fervent eyes, yearning for him to unveil the continuation of the tale promptly.

They were impatient to delve into the story of young Shi Hao.

However, with a resounding snap, Ning Chuan folded his fan and smiled faintly as he announced:

“For today, we conclude the narrative segment. Feel free to discuss and inquire to your heart’s content. If you have any questions, I’m here to answer.”

His statement elicited a chorus of disappointment from the audience.

“It’s over? Already?”

“I wished to know more about young Shi Hao’s journey!”

“That’s too abrupt! My neighbor, Old Master Niu, who’s eighty, can endure longer than Mr. Ning!”

“No! Please, continue!”

“Mr. Ning, I traveled all the way from the capital; share a few more paragraphs!”

“Absolutely, I’m dying to learn what happens next with our young hero’s recovery!”