Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1601: Chapter 1581: Fiery Cloud Evil God

”There really is...” Luo Qianqian’s eyes widened in surprise, her eyes slightly red from holding back.

He Wenyu burst out laughing and collapsed onto his chair, ”Hahahahaha, is his ultimate technique the Toad Skill?” He laughed so hard he cried, gasping for breath as he looked at Luo Qianqian, as if wondering why she wasn’t laughing.

”I don’t know about that. Fiery Cloud Evil God hasn’t been heard of in decades.” Yan shook his head, perplexed by their attitude—what’s so funny about this?

Bai Yizhu just lowered his head and coughed twice, asking, ”To defeat the Fiery Cloud Evil God, do we need the Tathagata Palm?”

”Pffft hahahahaha...” He Wenyu laughed so hard he couldn’t get up, his face flushed red with laughter. Even Luo Qianqian was infected by her laughter, joining in, although not as exaggeratedly, just covering her mouth and shaking with laughter.

For these three people’s jokes, the others could only exchange looks and shrug, not understanding the meaning.

After all, only these three were originally from the Nine Heavens Pavilion.

Huangfu Yihui and Huangfu Yanyao hadn’t joined long ago; even if they’d helped before, they didn’t understand much. It wasn’t possible for them to understand immediately everything these people said.

”Hmm, by the way, there’s one more thing.” Yan continued, looking at Luo Qianqian with some hesitation.

Luo Qianqian quickly gathered herself, looking over and blinking.

”The Ten Thousand Sect invites you for a discussion; the person who came wasn’t Bai Jian.” Yan paused before taking out a letter of invitation.

This was delivered earlier in the morning after Luo Qianqian left with Mo and Bai Yinshu. It was addressed to only Luo Qianqian, inviting her alone, which caught his attention.

”Eh? It’s not Bai Jian coming? Isn’t that likely a trap?” Isn’t Bai Jian from Ten Thousand Sect known to be closely connected with Nine Heavens Pavilion? How many sects could get the idle Ten Thousand Sect to cheer on at competitions?

Yan, filled with doubt, felt this was quite peculiar, worth caution: ”But the material of the invitation is extremely rare. I haven’t opened it, but I haven’t sensed anything bad about it.”

Luo Qianqian nodded, and still took out a pair of plastic gloves to open the invitation, revealing a line of elegant handwriting inside.

Miss Luo Shiqi,

Having heard the name of Miss Luo for a long time, this time, taking advantage of my senior brother’s distraction, I send this invitation to request Miss Luo to meet at Forget Worries Tea House tomorrow at the third quarter of noon. I hope Miss Luo can honor us with your presence. Woon Xin.

”Uh... Who is Woon Xin?” Luo Qianqian looked puzzled. The senior brother mentioned should be Bai Jian, but why would someone from Bai Jian’s sect invite her?

”Seems like we’ve stumbled upon something significant.” He Wenyu was also excited, giving Luo Qianqian a mischievous smirk: ”Do you think maybe they believe Bai Jian likes you, so a junior or a sister is getting jealous?”

”Forget the sister, what’s with this junior...” Bai Yizhu followed up, understanding He Wenyu’s meaning, then awkwardly shaking his head.

Luo Qianqian shrugged, ”But it’s our turf, no need to be overly anxious, right?”

”Except the timing is a bit off. Isn’t the third quarter of noon typically the time for executions?” He Wenyu remarked, showing his reluctance: ”Maybe you should be a little late tomorrow? Drag it to... uh, Zi Rat and Chou Ox... uh, Wei Hour before going.”

Hearing He Wenyu’s way of calculating the time, Luo Qianqian burst into laughter, shaking her head, ”You used to invite me for lunch right at noon, remember?”

”Uh, that’s because that’s when class ended...” He Wenyu protested, indicating his sincerity was different from this Woon Xin despite both having the character ’Woon’ in their names.

He genuinely wanted to have lunch with Luo Qianqian and didn’t care much about time. Back then, he didn’t really have a concept of time.

”You have a point. Tomorrow we can go early, then you can sit at another table.” Luo Qianqian casually suggested, not planning to cancel, as she was quite intrigued.

Anyone daring to set a meeting at a place she’s familiar with must have a reason—either confident they can capture her even on her own turf or not harboring any malice.

Regardless, Luo Qianqian decided to see for herself, feeling the pressure of the upcoming finals.

Wang Mazi looked at Luo Qianqian before continuing, ”If they ask you to team up, don’t refuse.”

”Huh?” Luo Qianqian asked, puzzled, looking at Wang Mazi.

”Just remember it.” Wang Mazi instructed, then returned to focusing on his task of roasting a whole deer.

The next day, not just He Wenyu, but even Mo and Bai Yinshu tagged along, the three of them sat at the side eating and waiting.

Luo Qianqian watched the time pass and eventually took a stroll outside, entering only when it was time.

Upon entry, she saw Bai Jian sitting close to the door with a girl dressed in a pink gown, veiled, while Bai Jian was sipping tea. Curious, she approached, ”Bai Jian? Why are you here?”

The girl bowed her head, hands clenched together tightly, displaying an innocent yet somewhat nervous demeanor, like a little fan about to meet their idol.

Upon hearing Luo Qianqian’s voice, the girl raised her head quickly, her big eyes sparkling.

”Shiqi, you came.” Bai Jian scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he spoke, ”I was out yesterday and returned this morning, then found out this girl sent you an invitation...”

”Hmm, so what does that mean?” Luo Qianqian asked, confused, looking at Bai Jian, wondering if this young girl truly intended harm.

”So I tagged along, um... I didn’t bring money, you’ll have to cover the bill later,” Bai Jian continued awkwardly, looking at the table’s food, feeling as though he wished to disappear.

If this isn’t awkward, what is awkward...

”I have it, Miss Luo. You don’t need to pay, I have it, really, I’ll treat you,” the pink-clad girl suddenly leaped up interrupting Bai Jian, looking anxious.

”Didn’t you say you didn’t have money?” Bai Jian’s eyes widened.

But the girl looked away, ”I never intended to treat you.”

Luo Qianqian chuckled, taking a seat and casually grabbing a piece of pastry, ”Then thank you. Why did you invite me?”

The girl glanced at Luo Qianqian, then kicked Bai Jian’s leg, ”Senior brother, you should go do your own thing!”

Bai Jian looked aggrieved as he stood, then noticed He Wenyu waving at him from another table.

Since he often visited the small courtyard, he was familiar with He Wenyu. Moreover, Mo, who resembled Yan quite a bit, accompanied He Wenyu.

And Mo’s previous identity was that of the Poison Saint.

Yan’s identity was also becoming clear...

Going over to sit at the table, he still looked back at the two at the other table.

”Miss Luo...”

”Just call me Shiqi.” Luo Qianqian smiled, her eyes showing pure innocence, making her naturally likable.

”Then can I call you Sister? Sister Shiqi.” The girl’s large eyes sparkled with yearning.

Luo Qianqian hesitated, prompting the girl to show a wounded expression.

Luo Qianqian helplessly nodded, ”If you don’t mind, then it’s fine.”