He raised an eyebrow nonchalantly. This kind of telepathic skill was also a secret technique of their sect called "Thousand-Mile Message." Those who were meant to come had all come today.
He glanced at Junior Sister Yan and Junior Brother Tuoba, who were staring at each other with their mouths agape in shock, and suppressed the urge to sigh. Even if he were to teach them from scratch, he would be at a loss for where to begin.
She... seems different.
A pale blue figure darted out from the woods on one side of the lake, so light and swift, his flowing robes and black hair making him seem like an immortal descending from the heavens.
His toes lightly touched the tender lotus leaves on the lake's surface, each movement as graceful as a dance.
Li Yuan'er could hardly breathe. She was too familiar with this movement technique; it was the one her mother often used, the highest level of their sect's lightness skill, "Lotus Dance."
I never imagined that a man could use the "Lotus Dance" so beautifully. It's beautiful, not just pretty; his movements are more elegant and graceful than pretty, it can only be described as beautiful.
His appearance... can only be described as beautiful!
His fair face had the most perfect features, paired with silky black hair, as lustrous as the finest warm jade. His eyes were the clearest and purest water in the Heavenly Pool, no, they should be ice, or rather... When he smiled, his eyes were watery; when he didn't smile, his eyes were ice.
His handsome nose, his elegant yet somewhat aloof thin lips... he was beautiful in every way.
Such a handsome man, yet he is surrounded by an aura of unwavering courage and fortitude. He is a combination of rose and dagger, or a fusion of white clouds and thunder.
Everyone stared at him... completely stunned.
Even Li Yuan'er and Yan Minyu stared straight at him, forgetting their embarrassment, their blushing, and their shock.
Tuoba Yuanxun was somewhat stunned. How could a man... no, a person be so handsome?
After the man came to a stop, his breathtaking gaze swept over everyone who was staring at him in a daze, finally settling on Pei Junwu's face.
"Senior Brother Pei?"
"Hmm." Pei Junwu nodded. As expected of Uncle Lan's disciple. Basically... the kind of master you have determines the kind of disciple you become.
"Besides Master, this is the strongest Flying Snow Fragrance I've ever seen." Yi Chunjun smiled, his eyes sparkling like stars. Everyone except Pei Junwu gasped; this person... was so beautiful he was almost inhuman.
"Now that everyone's here, let's go back to the villa together." Pei Junwu turned and walked slowly.
Yi Chunjun smiled as he watched his retreating figure, and said with lingering meaning, "Senior brother, besides Master, you are the most outstanding man I have ever met. I like Master, and now... I've fallen for you too." His eyes shone with a distinctly ambiguous light.
There was a moment of deathly silence. His use of the word "like" was very focused and meaningful.
Everyone felt that the senior brother Pei Junwu, who possessed unparalleled lightness skills, stumbled on flat ground, clearly because his legs were weak, and then he quickened his pace.
"Wait for me, senior brother." When Yi Chunjun followed him with affection in his eyes, the three people who were not as good at light footwork as them stood there for a long time, as if they had been struck by lightning eight hundred times.
Tuoba Yuanxun felt as if his jaw had dislocated.
No way… He’d seen plenty of people with that kind of fetish. If it’s the top one, then Senior Brother Yi should probably consider whether the other person is willing to be on the bottom. Senior Brother Pei on the bottom… just imagining it makes the sky fall. If Senior Brother Yi is the bottom one… his undeniable masculinity just doesn’t match!
If someone is too beautiful, they might become mentally unstable.
The Flower Smile, Chapter 8: The First Beauty
Shuangjie Pavilion... Li Yuan'er looked up at the grand yet elegant plaque above the gate, signed by Pei Junwu.
On either side of the tall gate was an exquisite couplet that read:
With such virtuous and beautiful bearing, she stands out as a hero beneath the frost.
Li Yuan'er sneered. Fortunately, there were no complicated characters, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to recognize them!
My emotions... were still fluctuating.
It's clear that the Pei family values this "orphan of the Xiao family" very much, with an exquisite mansion, numerous servants, and chrysanthemum gardens everywhere.
Will Xiao Juyuan understand the meaning of "Ju"? The most beautiful woman... has she ever seen her? Can she compare?
A surge of resentment welled up within her… She could impersonate “Xiao Juyuan,” but what right did she have to be the “Number One Beauty”? If she had met Li Juxin, her mother… “Xiao Juyuan” would know that the title of “Number One Beauty” cannot be replaced!
If it were her, Li Yuan'er, she would never let anyone call her "the most beautiful woman." This honor belongs to her mother, exclusively to her mother!
The area in front of the hall was a sea of chrysanthemums. Most of the spring chrysanthemums had already withered, while the summer chrysanthemums were just budding. Several gardeners were busy among the flowers. When they saw Pei Junwu leading the guests back, they hurriedly stood up to greet him. One of the middle-aged gardeners was in such a hurry that he dropped a large clump of soil from his hand, which landed on a chrysanthemum branch that had just begun to bud. The delicate branch immediately broke off. The middle-aged gardener cried out in alarm and quickly squatted down to repair it, his face filled with panic.
Pei Junwu glanced at him coldly, said nothing, and led the group into the hall. The gardener was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
Yan Minyu, who was walking at the back of the group, whispered to Li Yuan'er, "It seems that Senior Brother Pei really is a chrysanthemum lover."
"Loves chrysanthemums?" Yuan'er gave a cold, dismissive smile, her gaze sweeping over the vases of chrysanthemums filling the hall with a hint of disdain. If someone truly loved chrysanthemums, how could they bear to break off the proud blossoms, stem by stem, letting them wither and die after their brief bloom?
Upon seeing the young master return, the servants who had been cleaning the hall quickly withdrew, while several maids held broken chrysanthemum branches that had been removed, ready to be discarded.
Love chrysanthemums? What a joke!
"Brother Wu, have all the fellow disciples arrived?" A soft, melodious voice called from behind the screen, and a woman gracefully stepped out.
She... was that farm girl with a bitter face ten years ago?
Yuan'er looked at her and really couldn't recognize her.
She has grown into a...beautiful woman!
She wore a pink gauze dress, had black hair and fair skin, and her eyes were bright and beautiful because of her profound internal strength. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she looked at everyone with a smile and a touch of shyness.
She was half a head taller than Yuan'er, with a perfectly proportioned figure—meaning... she was full in the right places and slender in the right places. For a woman, she truly had a perfect figure.