Chapter 80: End of the Banquet

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The celestial melody consisted of four chapters, representing the seasons: warm spring, scorching summer, cooling autumn, and cold winter. Chu Qing performed only the first two chapters before ceasing and retreating into solitude, indulging in his own thoughts. He reminisced about the remaining two chapters within his heart. After 300 years, Chu Qing’s youthful 17-year-old body emanated a profound sense of worldly experiences and changes.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter symbolized the cycles of life. If Chu Qing dared to reveal the profoundness of these cycles in his performance, would others dare to truly comprehend and appreciate it?

When everyone woke up from that wonderful state of mind, Chu Qing had already walked in front of Zhuo Buqun. Zhuo Buqun was sweating profusely and his entire body was shivering. There was no need to argue about winning or losing.

“Chu… Chu… Qing, you…” Zhuo Buqun trembled and wanted to beg for mercy.

Chu Qing raised his hand and interrupted him. Unexpectedly, he scared Zhuo Buqun so much that he fell to the ground and lost all his face.

“If I were to lose, would begging for mercy be of any use?” Chu Qing’s gaze fell upon Zhuo Buqun. In this world, he had kneeled before the heavens, earth, and before his parents. Was Zhuo Buqun worthy of receiving his submission?

Zhuo Buqun’s face turned deathly pale. Just as Chu Qing grabbed Zhuo Buqun’s hand and was about to make a move, Lin Xiaowan suddenly shouted from the side, “Chu Qing…”

Chu Qing turned around with a sharp gaze. “You want to plead for leniency?”

Lin Xiaowan bit her lip and looked conflicted. The next moment, Tang Ziyan placed her hand on Chu Qing’s shoulder and helped Lin Xiaowan out. “We’re all classmates. Just scaring him is enough. I believe he’ll change in the future. Besides, if you do that, you’ll get into trouble.”

Chu Qing immersed himself in deep contemplation. The surging blood in his heart gradually calmed down, and he regained his composure. He realized that he had been momentarily carried away by the power of the celestial melody’s Tao runes, forgetting that this was no longer the cultivation world where he could seek revenge as he pleased. In this world, there were always rules and boundaries to be respected.

Chu Qing smiled calmly, trying to ease the atmosphere with his actions just now. Then, he raised his hand and picked up a table knife from the dining table at the side. A silver-white knife danced between Chu Qing’s fingers.

After a while, Zhuo Buqun’s black hair fell to the ground. After shaving Zhuo Buqun’s head, Chu Qing nailed the knife to the side and turned to leave.

As Chu Qing passed by the piano, his hand glided over the piano keys, producing a series of melodic and rhythmic sounds. The feeling of touching the piano was nothing out of the ordinary, but he could at least say that he had touched a piano before.

After paying the bill, Chu Qing left the Western restaurant, humming the celestial melody in his heart. Tang Ziyan stood in the Western restaurant and looked at Chu Qing’s lonely back. Her eyes were as deep as the sea of stars. She was getting more and more curious about this man.

Chu Qing was driving his car when he noticed the smell of alcohol on his body. He couldn’t help but laugh. It was already midnight, so going home was out of the question. He called Chu Xiao and informed him that he wouldn’t be returning tonight. Chu Qing asked Chu Xiao for help in dealing with their parents’ issues.

He had no choice but to transfer another 3,000 yuan over. Chu Qing suddenly realized that his older sister didn’t need to do anything. She could support herself just by earning his money. What was going on?

When Chu Qing arrived at Huahua’s house, he went upstairs. He guessed that Chen Huahua must have fallen asleep long ago. After all, she loved to sleep so much. He didn’t want to disturb her. He took out the key Chen Huahua had given him to open the door.

The house was brightly lit and in a mess as if there was a thief. Chen Huahua was also there. She was standing in the living room and confronting a man. Yes, a man.

In the middle of the night, a man was in Chen Huahua’s house. Chu Qing narrowed his eyes. Those who knew him knew that he was serious. No matter how abnormal this world was, since he had sex with Chen Huahua, Chu Qing would not allow a third party to interfere. He was still very possessive.

“Who is he?” Before Chu Qing could speak, the man spoke first.

“I don’t know him,” Chen Huahua replied as she tilted her head. At the same time, she secretly gave Chu Qing a look to let him leave first.

Chu Qing was a little confused. When he heard that person ask who he was, he guessed that this person might be Chen Huahua’s ex-boyfriend. However, Chen Huahua’s answer and reaction made him feel that she might be Chen Huahua’s enemy. After all, it didn’t seem like an ex-boyfriend would do something like this.

“If you don’t know him, why would he have a key to the house?” The man clearly didn’t want to let the matter rest.

“Chen Huahua is my woman.” Before Chen Huahua could reply, Chu Qing revealed his identity and attitude.

“Huh?” The man scratched his head and his expression changed quickly. He immediately said with a smile, “I’m Huahua’s father. When did this happen?”

Chu Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Huahua inquiringly. Chen Huahua’s eyes were filled with helplessness. It seemed that he was right.

Before Chu Qing could figure out what was going on, Chen Huahua had already pulled her father aside. What were the two of them talking about with their heads lowered?

However, Chen Huahua had forgotten that Chu Qing was a sword cultivator. All of this was within his perception. From the beginning, he had sensed that after Chen Huahua pulled her father away, she had stuffed a bank card into her father’s hand.

The more Chu Qing listened, the gloomier he became. It was no less than when he faced Zhuo Buqun..