Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 2779: Chapter 2780: Hating That I’m a Girl

Among those who leap gracefully are met with admiration.

This has even become an unwritten rule; every new member of the poetry society must undergo this challenge.

If they can leap effortlessly through this path, they will integrate into the headquarters with less effort; otherwise, it won’t be as easy.

As an elder member of the Qisi Poetry Society, Tang Zheng is naturally familiar with every setup here.

He could even leap over these stones effortlessly with eyes closed.

But today, he lacked that enthusiasm.

He walked honestly across these stones, oblivious to the few mud splatters on his shoes.

Beyond this courtyard stands a transverse gallery, in the middle of which is a pathway leading to deeper courtyards.

Though the gallery is similarly dilapidated, the finely carved columns subtly whisper of its former glory.

At least, in the past, Tang Zheng often stopped here to marvel.

But today, he had no such inclination.

He wandered, lost in thought, up to the gallery, moving towards the pathway.

At this moment, someone lightly tapped his shoulder.

Tang Zheng turned around but saw no one.

Then suddenly, two hands covered his eyes, and a rough voice said.

"Guess who I am?"

Tang Zheng’s lips tugged slightly, and he said with resignation, "Xiao Xiao, stop messing around!"

"Oh, it’s boring. I was so careful to change my voice, yet you still guessed!"

The voice transformed into a sweet and pleasant female voice, and the hands covering his eyes released.

Tang Zheng turned and saw a charming young girl behind him, her face showing annoyed yet endearing emotion.

At this scene, even Tang Zheng, in the gloomiest mood, couldn’t help but smile slightly.

"Your voice can indeed be mistaken, but have you seen a strong man with such delicate hands?"

"Oh, I didn’t think of that! I’ll improve next time!" The young girl said earnestly, then looked at Tang Zheng with curiosity.

"Brother, what’s wrong with you today?"

"Nothing at all?" Tang Zheng felt a wave of tension.

Because he knew how troublesome his quirky little sister could be.

Indeed!

This young girl was Tang Zheng’s sister, named Tang Xiao.

Despite the big age gap between them, Tang Xiao had already joined the Qisi Poetry Society early on.

In terms of talent, Tang Xiao could outshine Tang Zheng eighteen times.

Even now, without full-time cultivation, taking things easy, Tang Xiao had touched the threshold of a great scholar, lacking only a bit of opportunity and time to hone her skills.

And Tang Zheng lovingly indulges his sister, so when she noticed something was amiss, he tried to cover it up.

Because he didn’t want her to worry.

Yet he underestimated Tang Xiao’s astuteness.

"No way, you’re definitely worried, and you look pretty dejected. Let me guess!"

Tang Xiao circled Tang Zheng twice, "You accepted an invitation and rushed out, claiming to host a literary meet in a remote domain, yet you didn’t even want to bring me along. There’s definitely something going on!"

Tang Zheng felt increasingly guilty, "You’re overthinking, Xiao Xiao. I didn’t intend to leave you behind on purpose; I was simply answering a friend’s invitation, with the timing quite tight, hence why I went alone!"

"Oh? Really?" Tang Xiao looked at her brother meaningfully.

"Yet I heard, just two days before you left the Central Region, the courtesan Yun Lingxuan also left the capital?"

Tang Zheng’s smile grew stiff.

Tang Xiao leaned over, "My poor brother, are you chasing your lady across miles just to face rejection from that courtesan sister?"

Tang Zheng was startled because Tang Xiao’s guess was almost right.

Tang Xiao saw his reaction, her eyes widening, "What? Did I actually guess correctly? Brother, did you really chase after that courtesan sister?"

"Lower your voice, I can hear!" Tang Zheng said helplessly.

Tang Xiao’s eyes ignited with gossip, "Come, tell me what happened! Let me help you strategize whether there’s a chance to turn things around!"

"Grown-up matters, children keep out!" Tang Zheng replied weakly.

"Oh, here we go again, what’s wrong with being young? My cultivation isn’t much less than yours, and your sister here is known for being a master of charming girls. If it weren’t for being one myself, the words ’love expert’ would apply!"

Tang Zheng: "...."

His expression suddenly changed, "Senior Master, you’re here!"

Tang Xiao was startled.

Only one person in the Qisi Poetry Society could earn Tang Zheng’s honorific title of Senior Master, the emerging leader of the poetry circle – Lu Hui.

Especially in recent years, Lu Hui has subtly become the actual controller of the Qisi Poetry Society’s headquarters.

Tang Xiao feared him; Lu Hui was always stern and conducted with precise, rigid manners, devoid of empathy.

Thus, privately, Tang Xiao had dubbed him Poker Face or Dead Fish Eyes more than once.

Hearing it was Lu Hui, Tang Xiao was naturally startled.

And under such circumstances, Tang Zheng darted and vanished into the gallery passage.

At this moment, Tang Xiao realized she had been fooled, stomping her foot in frustration.

"Tang Zheng, you wait for me!"

Tang Zheng couldn’t care about much anymore.

He truly feared his sister would soon stir up more trouble with her words.

So, he found an excuse to slip away promptly.

As for how to placate her later, it would be a matter for future discussions.

Once he passed through the long passage, he finally reached the core area of the Qisi Poetry Society headquarters.

The houses here remain decrepit, but thankfully not as exaggerated as before, at least suitable for normal habitation.

People busied through here, with glimmers frequently streaking across the sky above.

Those beams were the glow emitted by magical tools used for communication.

Tang Zheng kept silent, with head lowered, discreetly passing through layers of courtyards, eventually arriving before a house.

The door and windows were shut, and Tang Zheng gently knocked on the wooden door.

"Come in; the door isn’t locked."

Tang Zheng then pushed it open and entered.

The room was filled with the scent of ink and the unique aroma of paper.

Before the window sat a man at the desk.

Even in the dark room, the man dressed sharply, his sitting posture on the chair rigidly impeccable.

"Senior Master, I’ve returned!" Tang Zheng stated softly.