This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Outside the palanquin, Ye Yonglie walked up to the door, ready to knock, but was stopped by the two maidservants on guard.

”Hall Master Ye, the Lord Deity has given orders. No one is allowed to enter.”

The two maidservants spoke with flushed cheeks, the vivid scene replaying in their minds.

”Has the Lord Deity awoken and begun cultivating? Very well, I won’t disturb him then.”

Ye Yonglie nodded. ”When the Lord Deity comes out, please remember to inform him that I have something to report.”

”No need. Just say it.” As the palanquin door opened, a neatly dressed Fang Can walked out, his expression calm. ”What do you need me for?”

Seeing Fang Can emerge, looking refreshed and energetic, Ye Yonglie felt greatly relieved. ”My Lord, the imperial princess in the neighboring procession would like to have a word with you.”

’Neighboring? Imperial princess?’

Fang Can asked subconsciously, ”What does she want with me?”

”She said it’s to thank you for your help in killing the assassins.”

”Thank me…” Fang Can found it all a bit absurd.

When he really thought about it, he’d actually screwed this princess over twice.

First, her father had been cursed to death by him, which in a sense made Fang Can the man who killed her father.

Second, when Wang Peng had threatened a massacre, he’d pretended to protect the princess’s convoy by standing in front of it. In reality, he was trying to lure Wang Peng into a trap so he could fight him himself.

If Fang Can hadn’t been able to stop him back then, the princess might have been the first to die.

If she knew the truth behind these two incidents, she’d probably want him dead, not be coming over to thank him.

After a moment of thought, Fang Can agreed. ”Alright, I’ll go over and speak with the imperial princess. Remember to brew some cooling, heat-dispelling soup. Qing Shi needs to cool down.”

”What’s wrong with Qing Shi?” Ye Yonglie asked instinctively, but in the next moment, he slapped his own face. ’How can I be the one to call her Qing Shi?’

”She… wants to learn martial arts, so I taught her a few things,” Fang Can said, his tone a little awkward. After all, he had just had his way with the man’s daughter.

”To be taught by the Lord Deity is my humble daughter’s honor. Should I send over some highly nourishing ingredients?”

”No need.” Fang Can waved his hand lightly, his gaze drifting as he looked at the cratered plains around them.

”I’ve already… ’nourished’ her a bit too much. Taking more potent remedies like that would be bad for the state of mind she needs for her future cultivation.”

”I understand. I will follow the Lord Deity’s will.” Ye Yonglie nodded respectfully.

While the two were talking, Ye Qingshi, inside the palanquin behind them, was not feeling nearly as well.

Meanwhile, Fang Can made his way to the front of the princess’s retinue. ”I am Fang Can,” he announced.

Few words were needed. Gazing with awe at the white-haired, red-eyed youth before him, the guard clasped his fist. ”The princess is waiting in the nearby pavilion. Young Hero Fang, please follow me.”

Lifting his head slightly, Fang Can followed the guard’s steps to a pavilion in a pleasant, scenic spot. Inside, a slender, beautiful figure stood with her back to him.

As if sensing the footsteps behind her, the beautiful figure turned. Her eyes, as clear and deep as autumn pools, met Fang Can’s.

’What a handsome young man. So this is Fang Can?’ the beautiful figure mused. This was the first time she had formally met him; before, she had only seen him from a distance.

As for Fang Can, he was thinking that she was truly worthy of the Great Derivation Emperor’s bloodline.

After all, as a descendant of a master from the Heaven-Ascending Road, the looks of a powerful expert’s progeny could never be bad. At worst, they were divided into categories: slightly beautiful, normally beautiful, and freakishly beautiful.

And in Fang Can’s rating system, the girl before him belonged to the ”freakishly beautiful” category.