Qian Family Residence, Study.
Qian Boyong stood by the window, looking out, lost in thought.
"Boyong! Boyong!"
A young man, dressed in luxurious clothes and of similar age to him, burst in in a hurry, forgetting to even knock on the door.
Qian Boyong frowned slightly. "Brother Zhang, why are you so flustered?"
The newcomer was Young Master Zhang Heng of the Zhang Family, another prominent Family in the city.
Zhang Heng rushed to him in a few steps, lowered his voice, his face full of unconcealed excitement.
"A heaven-sent Opportunity!"
"Oh?"
"Baosha Temple! People from Baosha Temple are here!"
Zhang Heng was so excited that he was incoherent. "Not ordinary monks, but truly important figures!"
"Who?"
Zhang Heng took a deep breath and said, word by word: "Chief of the Disciplinary院, Master Wangchen!"
"..."
Qian Boyong's pupils constricted slightly.
Forgetting Dust!
How could such a Great Master, who usually appears and disappears like a divine Dragon, suddenly come to Liangzhou Prefecture?
Seeing his reaction, Zhang Heng became even more smug, as if he had exclusive access to this news.
"I just heard it from my father, it's absolutely true! The Liu Family, the Sun Family, and our Zhang Family have already gathered to discuss co-hosting a welcoming banquet!"
"It's tomorrow night, at Fuyun Tower. The invitations have already been sent, and the Great Master... has agreed!"
Qian Boyong's heart skipped a beat.
To make these old foxes, who usually look down on everyone, go to such great lengths and cooperate in organizing an event, shows its importance.
Zhang Heng leaned closer, nudging him with his elbow. "Boyong, your Family has always been devout Buddhists. For such a grand event, your Qian Family cannot fall behind, you know."
Qian Boyong said nothing, just quietly looked at him.
Zhang Heng felt a bit unnerved by his gaze, and let out a dry laugh. "I... I just came to give you a heads-up. Don't take it lightly... If you miss this Opportunity, who knows how many years you'll have to wait."
"Thank you."
"I'll take my leave first."
With that, he ignored Zhang Heng, pushed the door open, and hurried out... Qian Family, Main Hall.
The Qian Family's Old Master had long passed away. The current head of the residence was Qian Boyong's father, Qian Hong.
At this moment, Qian Hong was accompanying an elegant and noble Old Madam, savoring newly arrived tea.
That Old Madam was the Qian Family's Old Madam, Qian Boyong's grandmother.
"Father, Grandmother."
Qian Boyong stepped in and bowed to the two.
"What's the hurry?" Qian Hong put down his teacup, a little displeased.
The Old Madam, however, was full of lovingkindness. "Boyong is here. Come, sit down and chat with Grandmother."
Qian Boyong didn't sit down, but said in a deep voice: "Grandmother, Father, the Chief of the Disciplinary院 of Baosha Temple, Master Wangchen, is currently in Liangzhou Prefecture."
"What?"
Qian Hong was stunned.
The Old Madam even stood up abruptly, clasped her hands together, her face full of excitement.
"Amitabha... It truly is the Buddha's manifestation! Such a Great Master would actually grace our Liangzhou..."
Qian Hong, being a businessman, quickly calmed down after the shock, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.
"Is the news accurate?"
"Absolutely true."
Qian Boyong succinctly explained the whole story.
"...Several major Families in the city are already preparing a welcoming banquet, to be held tomorrow night."
"Good! Excellent!"
Qian Hong slapped his thigh, unable to hide the joy on his face. "This is truly a heaven-sent Opportunity!"
What kind of existence was Baosha Temple in Longyou Circuit?
It was a Buddhist Holy Land that even the government had to show three points of respect to!
Normally, these merchants, even if they spent thousands of gold, might not even get to meet them.
Now, the person had actually come to their doorstep!
The Old Madam was even more flushed with excitement. "Quick, go to the treasury and retrieve my treasured scroll paintings, no, that won't do, bring out that antique Hetian Jade Buddha! Our Qian Family's devotion to Buddha is the most sincere, we absolutely cannot let others surpass us!"
...Jiang Yuechu emerged from the Dusi and was about to return to her small courtyard.
"Lord Jiang, please stop!"
She glanced sideways.
It was a young man dressed in servant's attire, holding a gilded invitation.
Seeing her look, the servant quickly bowed and held the invitation high above his head.
"This humble one is a servant from the Zhang Residence, sent by my master to deliver this invitation to Lord Jiang."
"Zhang Family?"
She thought for a moment, but couldn't recall anyone named Zhang.
"Go away, don't bother me."
"..."
The servant's smile instantly froze, and he quickly explained: "My Lord, please don't be angry! It's not that I'm being presumptuous, but several major Families in the city have jointly organized a banquet..."
The servant dared not keep them guessing any longer and spilled the beans, explaining the whole story.
"It's a welcoming banquet for the Great Master from Baosha Temple! It's tomorrow night at Fuyun Tower!"
"That Great Master heard about your feat of slaying a Dragon at such a young age and praised it endlessly, saying he absolutely must meet someone like you. That's why... that's why he instructed us to be sure to invite you!"
People from Baosha?
Jiang Yuechu's steps halted.
Having already formed an enmity, the other party not only didn't come seeking revenge but instead specifically invited her to a banquet?
A Hongmen banquet?
The servant saw her stop but remain silent, feeling increasingly anxious, and tentatively spoke.
"My Lord... what do you think..."
Jiang Yuechu reached out and took the invitation.
"I understand."
...As soon as Qian Shaoyou returned to the residence, he locked himself in his room.
He carefully took out the white jade porcelain bottle from his bosom, placed it on the table, and examined it repeatedly under the candlelight.
The bottle was warm and smooth to the touch.
"Ecstasy Bodhi Dew..."
He chuckled, yet also felt a bit troubled.
"I wonder what the Great Master meant, how exactly will he help me?"
Just as he was lost in wild fantasies, an impatient knock sounded on his door.
"Shaoyou, come out."
It was Qian Boyong's voice.
Qian Shaoyou was startled, quickly tucked the porcelain bottle into his embrace, and then reluctantly opened the door.
"Big Brother, what's the matter?"
Qian Boyong glanced at him, then at his crotch, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes, but merely said indifferently: "Father has instructed that all direct descendants of the Family must go to Fuyun Tower tomorrow."
"Fuyun Tower? To do what?"
"To host a welcoming banquet for Master Wangchen of Baosha Temple."
Qian Boyong paused, then added, "Several major Families in the city will be there. You need to be sharp tomorrow and not bring shame to the Qian Family."
"Ah?"
Qian Shaoyou was bewildered.
Host a welcoming banquet for the Great Master?
What does that mean?
Seeing his bewildered look, Qian Boyong frowned even deeper and said coldly: "By the way, for this banquet, the Demon Suppression Division also invited someone."
"Who?"
"The one you think about day and night, Commander Jiang. Let me tell you upfront, you better behave yourself and not do anything outrageous."
Having said that, Qian Boyong turned and left, not bothering to say another word to him.
Qian Shaoyou frowned tightly.
Jiang Yuechu... is also going?
He subconsciously touched the cold porcelain bottle in his embrace.
Suddenly, some images appeared in his mind... Fuyun Tower, brightly lit, filled with distinguished guests.
All the influential figures of Liangzhou Prefecture were gathered together.
Qian Shaoyou, dressed in white, holding a folding fan, looked dashing and elegant, standing out like a crane among a flock of chickens amidst the pot-bellied merchants and uncouth martial artists.
In a corner, the woman surnamed Jiang sat alone, dressed in black, as cold as the moon, disdainful of the flattery around her.
Qian Boyong, beside him, looked nervous: "I warn you, such a person is not someone you or I can provoke. Stay away from her!"
Qian Shaoyou merely smiled disdainfully, picked up two cups of wine, and walked straight over.
"Miss Jiang, how boring it is to drink alone?"
The woman raised her eyes, her pupils filled with frost, as if she was about to draw her sword the next moment.
He, however, was unhurried, pushing one of the wine cups towards her, gently fanning himself, and speaking leisurely: "I am Qian Shaoyou. If Miss follows me, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth for the rest of your life."
How domineering! How direct!
The woman surnamed Jiang was stunned.
A hint of emotion actually appeared on her cold face.
Presumably, she was also subdued by his kingly aura.
She looked at the wine cup before her, somewhat hesitant.
He smiled slightly, his voice growing softer: "Don't worry, Miss, there's no poison in the wine."
The woman finally stopped hesitating, picked up the wine cup, and drained it in one gulp.
It's done!
Qian Boyong, not far away, watched in stunned silence, his face turning pale.
All the guests present also stopped their conversations, watching this scene in disbelief.
In just a moment.
The frost on the woman's face melted at a visible speed, and her pair of clear, cold eyes became watery, full of spring.
"Young Master Qian... Qian..."
She stood up, her body went limp, and she was about to fall.
Qian Shaoyou let out a long laugh, and with the flow, he embraced her, feeling the warm, soft jade-like body, and felt that life had reached its peak, what more could he ask for?
"Big Brother."
He held the beauty, looked back at Qian Boyong, who was already dumbfounded, his face full of a victor's smile, "I'll be taking my leave first."
With that, amidst the envious and jealous gazes of the entire hall of guests, he embraced the Dragon-Slaying Fairy and strode away.
Only leaving his good Big Brother, standing bewildered in the wind, his face alternating between green and white, finally turning into a sigh of humiliation.
"Why, why is it him!"
..."Heh... hehe... hehehehe..."
Qian Shaoyou leaned against the doorframe, letting out a series of nonsensical idiotic laughs, drool almost flowing out.
He quickly wiped his drool and shook his head.
Tsk tsk... He, Qian Shaoyou, was about to make all the men in Liangzhou Prefecture experience what envy, jealousy, and hatred felt like!