Chapter 42: Excessive Confidence

“I want to open a restaurant like Hundred Flavors Pavilion, learn to cook the finest dishes in the world, and then cook for Little Seven every day.”

Ji Yin’s smile gradually froze, her heart inexplicably moved.

“Little Seven, am I the most useless one?”

“Of course not! I believe in Sixth Brother. He will surely become the greatest gourmet in the world!”

“Gourmet?” Ji Shaowen had never heard anyone described a cook this way before, and suddenly it struck him as so refined and sophisticated!

“Yes, I want to become a gourmet! The greatest gourmet in the world!”

...

The Chu family

Chu Yu knelt in the main hall, his face resolute.

Chu Shenghong’s face was full of anger, his breathing heavy, and Chu Ming, standing at the side, dared not even make a sound.

Recently, the Chu family seemed plagued by misfortune. All this bad luck had been caused by one person! A good-for-nothing who not only injured Chu Yu, but even brought disaster upon Chu Fenglan, esteemed manager of the inner palace.

“Father, please grant me this request!” Chu Yu pleaded again.

“Do you know what level Ji Yun possesses?”

“Eighth-tier expert!”

“And you?!”

“I’ve just broken through to the third tier.”

“Do you understand how vast the gap is between those levels? The Heavenly Origin Sect is the Ji family’s domain! It took great effort for your sister to petition the Emperor so you wouldn’t have to join the Heavenly Origin Sect. Now you want to go there of your own accord? Are you trying to drive me mad?”

“Yes, big brother, don’t go. Ji Yin is there too. If you go…”

Chu Yu shot a glance at Chu Ming, who immediately fell silent.

Being injured by Ji Yin weighed heavily on Chu Yu’s mind; he could never swallow that indignity!

The Heavenly Origin Sect truly belonged to the Ji family, but only for now! He believed that situation would eventually change.

“Father, think about it. The Ji family is so powerful now—can the Emperor really rest easy? If not for the Emperor’s own strength, Ji Yun would have long since been eliminated.”

“Go on.”

“At present, no one can restrain Ji Yun. The Emperor needs someone who can.”

“You want to restrain Ji Yun? Yu’er, I know you have boundless potential, and your confidence proves your ability, but excessive confidence is arrogance. Right now, you are not qualified to restrain Ji Yun.”

“That’s why I must enter the Heavenly Origin Sect, until I have the strength to do so.”

Chu Shenghong was thoughtful. He had considered this before, but nothing outweighed his son’s safety; all the Chu family’s hopes rested on his eldest son.

“Father, the closer I am to Ji Yun, the less likely the Ji family will dare harm me. The Emperor values me greatly—if anything happened to me, Ji Yun would not escape responsibility.”

Chu Shenghong’s gaze softened.

“Father, your son will know his limits.”

“Since you’ve made up your mind, I won’t stop you. Remember, do not act recklessly—learn to endure.”

“Yes!”

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“Master, I bought some first-rate new tea, the famous tea from Red Feather, renowned far and wide,” Wuyan said, carrying a tea jar into the inner hall.

Lately, Master only cared for tea and hardly ate, so Wuyan had searched everywhere to buy this jar for his enjoyment.

Xuanyuan Ji lifted his gaze slightly, fixing it on the jar in Wuyan’s hands.

“Master, we’ve been here so many days, yet nothing has happened. Are we to go to Cloud Weaving Mountain or not?”

Xuanyuan Ji took the tea, purified water, lit incense, boiled water… each movement was exquisitely graceful.