Daqian Martial Saint

Chen Ping’an smiled without a word, watching as Feng Chengxiu departed.

Just now, he had sensed a probing aura from Feng Chengxiu. Though Feng Chengxiu had been subtle, to Chen Ping’an’s senses, the man’s actions were as clear as a beacon in the night!

‘This old schemer… he actually dared to pry into me!’

Chen Ping’an’s expression remained unchanged, but a chill crept into his heart.

He refused to believe that Feng Chengxiu was probing him out of mere curiosity. Considering everything that had happened before, it was obvious that Feng Chengxiu had some designs on him! As for what exactly he planned to do, only Feng Chengxiu himself knew.

‘Feng Chengxiu, I’d advise you not to seek death!’ Chen Ping’an’s smile faded slightly as he drew his gaze back from Feng Chengxiu’s distant figure.

As one of the only two Pseudo Grandmasters present, Fan Zheng Heng had also sensed Feng Chengxiu’s probe, albeit indistinctly. It was clear that because of the Tong Jin affair, Feng Chengxiu still harbored great hostility toward Chen Ping’an.

However, looking at the situation, he hesitated for a moment and ultimately decided not to bring it up with Chen Ping’an.

“Ping’an, Lord Feng was just joking. Don’t take it to heart,” Fan Zheng Heng said with a smile, offering a few words of comfort.

The Qiankun Bureau had the authority to supervise the Garrison Commandant’s Office. If the situation escalated, it would bring no benefit to him as the Commander-in-Chief.

“Thank you, Lord Fan. I understand.” Chen Ping’an had his own judgment, but in response to Fan Zheng Heng’s words, he simply nodded in acknowledgment.

“As long as you understand!” Fan Zheng Heng patted Chen Ping’an’s shoulder. “But a joke is a joke; you should still be careful from now on. Don’t let anyone get a hold of anything on you.”

Although Chen Ping’an’s standing in the eyes of the Gu Family was not as high as expected, Fan Zheng Heng’s overall attitude toward him hadn’t changed much.

Regardless, Chen Ping’an had already boarded the Gu Family’s war chariot. His background was not something an ordinary person could compare to.

Chen Ping’an and Fan Zheng Heng exchanged a few more pleasantries with smiles. Liu Yuanhua stood off to the side, his eyes glinting, his thoughts unreadable.

…

After the little girl and Peony left, Chen Ping’an’s life suddenly seemed a bit desolate.

‘It’s only been a few days of living like this, and I’m already not used to it?’ Chen Ping’an shook his head with a smile. ‘It truly is easy to go from a simple life to one of luxury, but difficult to go from luxury back to simplicity!’

On the third day after the little girl had left, Chen Ping’an received news that Mu Wanjun had come out of seclusion. The Mu Family had sent the message the moment she emerged.

Mu Wanjun, having achieved complete success in her seclusion, had officially broken through the Third Stage of Inner Qi, reaching the Celestial Rain Falling Realm!

At her current age, she had a chance to be ranked on the Rising Star Chart!

Upon hearing the news, Chen Ping’an was overjoyed.

‘After I get off duty, I’ll invite Wan Jun to catch up.’ A look of anticipation appeared on Chen Ping’an’s face.

It was strange. He was not old by any means, but he found himself easily reminiscing about the past. Whenever he had the chance, he always wanted to see his old friends.

However, Chen Ping’an hadn’t expected it. Not long after he received the news of Mu Wanjun’s emergence from seclusion, a message arrived announcing that Mu Wanjun was requesting an audience.

‘Wan Jun is here?’

Chen Ping’an was taken aback for a moment, then a happy expression spread across his face. “Quick, show her in!”

“Yes, my lord!” The subordinate clasped his hands in a salute and took his leave.

…

Mu Wanjun stood quietly outside the Weishui Garrison, waiting for a constable to announce her. She was dressed in a white shirt, her long hair draped over her shoulders, accentuating her clear and beautiful features.

She stared blankly at the scene before her, momentarily lost in a daze. Ever since she had met Chen Ping’an, she had never imagined a day like this would come. To see him, she now had to be announced through multiple channels and could only enter after receiving permission!

‘Ping’an… he actually reached such a high position!?’

Although she had already heard from others about Chen Ping’an’s promotion to Deputy Commander-in-Chief, seeing it with her own eyes now still felt somewhat unbelievable.

On top of that, the more shocking news for Mu Wanjun was that Chen Ping’an had been appointed Weishui Patrol, in charge of the Outer City Garrison Command. Which meant…

The Chen Ping’an of today had become her superior!

No!

He was her superior’s superior!

Her former subordinate had become her current boss. A situation like this was a complete reversal of the natural order!

The feeling was truly indescribable!

At this moment, at least, Mu Wanjun’s state of mind was exceedingly complex!

“Lord Mu, Lord Chen invites you in!” Mu Wanjun didn’t have to wait long outside the gate before the messenger returned.

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanjun nodded slightly and followed him inside.

…

“My lord, Lord Mu has arrived!”

Mu Wanjun stood to the side, watching the Steward in Fish Scale Armor as he reported to the room with a respectful expression.

“Come in!” A familiar voice rang out, causing Mu Wanjun’s gaze to sharpen slightly.

As the door opened, Mu Wanjun saw Chen Ping’an inside the spacious and well-lit office.

“Your humble subordinate, Mu Wanjun, pays her respects to Lord Chen. May Lord Chen…”

Having already mentally prepared herself, Mu Wanjun immediately began to bow respectfully the moment she saw Chen Ping’an. However, before she could finish her words, and with her bow only halfway complete, she was lifted up by a pair of warm hands.

“Wan Jun, there’s no need for such formalities between us!” The familiar voice spoke. Mu Wanjun, slightly stunned, looked up to see a warm and gentle smile.

Just as Mu Wanjun was about to say something, she realized Chen Ping’an’s hands were still holding her arms. His grip was warm and firm, creating a strange sensation.

“Wan Jun, it’s been too long. When I heard you’d come out of seclusion, I was planning to come find you after I got off duty. I didn’t expect you to come here first.” Chen Ping’an’s gaze fell upon Mu Wanjun as he naturally let go of her arms.