Chapter 246 – The Peerless Holy Maiden

As the saying goes, love sees Xi Shi in the eye.

Little do people know that camaraderie can also reveal shared quirks.

Though Ye Kuang and Ling Wei weren’t partners, their bond surpassed even that of siblings.

To be honest, Ye Kuang felt this deeply.

Perhaps it was like the beautiful yearning unique to an age of hazy innocence, or perhaps it was a kind of guileless emotion that transcended romantic love.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t yet awakened to such feelings, nor could he truly see through this thin veil of understanding.

When Ye Kuang saw this person who held immense influence over him, in that moment, that second, he felt himself entranced.

Her attire, though not particularly lavish, caught the eye effortlessly, embodying simplicity at its finest.

She was truly one of a kind, rarely seen in the Human Realm.

And she was none other than Ling Wei!

For a while, Ye Kuang looked and looked again, feeling it wasn’t nearly enough.

One could say he didn’t even realize how he had entered the academy building.

By then, the other students had also fallen into a daze.

Surprisingly, no one made a sound to remind him.

Instead, Ling Wei began eloquently recounting how many Holy Maidens Yuandao Academy had produced since its founding.

Her words were rich with genuine emotion, and in the depth of that emotion, one could also glimpse her knowledge and refinement.

Strangely, she didn’t immediately notice the students’ odd behavior, nor did she sense the rogue following closely behind her.

Ye Kuang simply trailed her light footsteps, silent as a pageboy, his gaze filled with nothing but admiration—perhaps, in that moment, only her graceful figure existed in his eyes.

Ling Wei’s voice was sweet, like an oriole’s song or a gentle stream flowing through the heart, bringing deep comfort.

Her movements were subtle; merely picking up a ruler to tap her palm revealed her delicate side.

Just then, Ling Wei suddenly stopped speaking, because her eyes were covered by a pair of hands.

Ye Kuang deepened his voice, teasingly saying, “Guess who I am? Let’s see who’s unlucky—guess right and there’s a reward, guess wrong and there’s punishment!”

Though Ling Wei couldn’t identify him by voice alone, the familiar presence told her exactly which rogue this was.

“Stop fooling around!”

“No can do. You have to guess, whether you want to or not.”Hearing this, Ling Wei knew well her brother’s eccentric temper, but if she simply gave his name, she’d likely lose all authority.”

Thinking this, she couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not impossible for me to guess who you are, but first, you must answer: how many Kunlun Holy Maidens have there been in total up to now?”

“Five hundred and eight!”

“Wrong. It should be five hundred and sixteen. Now, you can remove your hands.”

Ye Kuang immediately protested, arguing, “That can’t be right! The book says there have been only five hundred and eight since the first Holy Maiden over two thousand years ago.His words quickly drew agreement and resonance from the other students.

In an instant, the entire academy building erupted into a lively debate, bustling like a marketplace.If one were to describe it in a single phrase, it would surely be: How many delicacies can one enjoy in a lifetime? Little do they know that the combination of firewood, rice, oil, and salt is even more precious. Everyone shouts with righteous confidence, referencing books to argue for the truth, as if afraid others might not realize this is a bustling marketplace!

Seeing this, Ling Wei couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on. Although discussion fosters a good teaching atmosphere, for a female sage like her, this was truly unprecedented—a first in history.

Ye Kuang: “Stop arguing. Since no one has figured out who the other eight are, let’s ask Sister Ling Wei for the answer.”

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly widened as if he had thought of something, but he didn’t dare confirm it.

Ling Wei: “Am I not counted?”

What?

With that brief retort, everyone in the courtyard froze in disbelief. Their confused gazes suddenly cleared, as if they had just realized that one of them was standing right before their eyes, while the other seven were in the neighboring courtyard.

Thinking this, Ye Kuang reluctantly released his hands, wearing a bitter smile as he sighed, “So this is what the term ‘female sage’ implies. Had I known, I would have included them all from the start.”

Hearing this, Ling Wei immediately tapped Ye Kuang’s forehead lightly with a ruler, then clapped her hands and said with a laugh, “Alright, alright, students, let’s continue the lesson.”

She couldn’t resist adding, “And you, return to your seat.”

Though reluctant, Ye Kuang had no choice but to comply.

Only after restoring order in the courtyard did Ling Wei clearly announce the next part of the lesson.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang paid no attention to his surroundings, focusing entirely on the sister whose sharp eyes were fixed on him.

Unexpectedly, a sly voice suddenly whispered beside him.

“Brother, how did it feel just now?”

“What do you mean? Hey, why is it you again…”

“Shh, keep it down. Don’t let others hear—it’ll ruin my divine martial image!”

“Ugh, is that all? Wait, are you asking for a beating?”

As soon as Ye Kuang finished speaking, he made to stand up, clearly annoyed.

The one speaking to him was none other than Young Master Hu Chai.

Hu Chai, unblushing and unflinching, hurriedly whispered, “Brother, shh…”

Then, his eyes darting nervously, he had no choice but to explain meekly, “What I mean is, Sage Ling Wei has always been aloof and hard to approach, yet she’s known as the number one beauty of Kunlun. Being able to stay by her side for so long isn’t something just any random person can achieve. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“What do you mean?” Ye Kuang asked, puzzled.

To him, staying by Ling Wei’s side seemed perfectly ordinary.

Hearing this, Hu Chai nearly toppled over in his seat. He stared wide-eyed as if looking at an idiot and muttered, “Damn, there’s always a fool somewhere, but I never thought I’d be sitting next to one.”

At this point, Hu Chai had no choice but to spell it out clearly.

“What I mean is, you’re amazing, brother. I look up to you—you’re practically a god to me. I want to seek your true guidance—how can I, your humble young master, gain favor with women? Understand?”

“Ugh, what’s the big deal? Listen to the oriole’s song, as divine as heavenly music, rare in this world, truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Do you get it now?”

“Huh?” Hu Chai asked, baffled.Ye Kuang couldn’t help but glance over with a look reserved for idiots, subtly pointing at himself as he said, “Through eloquence, my friend. One must speak with substance. Observe how my words flow like poetry, never tainted by vulgar language. Such a genuinely cultured man naturally attracts women.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he continued his self-praise: “To thrive in this world, one needs literary talent. You never know until you speak, but once you do, you’ll leave others astonished.”

Hu Chai: “Uh… I stand educated, truly educated.”

It was only at this moment that Hu Chai realized shamelessness had its own ranks—the two of them were completely on different levels!

It must be said: if shamelessness could spark something between the shameless, then camaraderie could also ignite a mutual understanding born of shared admiration.

Hu Chai: “Brother, what should I call you?”

Ye Kuang: “Well… this humble one is none other than Wu Kuang.”

Hu Chai: “Wow, then I’ll call you Brother Kuang from now on. I’m Hu Chai, you can call me Little Chai Dog.”

Ye Kuang: “Pfft… that name has depth. I feel we really hit it off. Shall we delve deeper into conversation?”

Hu Chai: “Naturally, I’ll lend an attentive ear. But could we steer the topic toward beautiful women?”

Ye Kuang: “That… might not be appropriate. Still, please don’t disgust my discerning gaze with your lecherous eyes. What do you think of Eldest Senior Sister Yun Mengshu? Isn’t she beautiful?”

Hu Chai: “Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. Look at her thighs, her waist, her face, her figure… it makes my mouth water endlessly. It’s just a pity she’s beyond my reach.”

Ye Kuang: “You’re improving, I must say. In my opinion, you should be bolder. Why not approach her directly? You know what the reckless fear most, don’t you?”

Hu Chai: “……”

“Naturally, they fear the shameless most,” Ye Kuang stated matter-of-factly.

While this exchange made them seem like two peas in a pod, it also illustrated that if another top-tier scoundrel were to emerge in this world, it would inevitably stem from such “unintentional” banter.

Otherwise, how could it highlight the subsequent emergence of a peerlessly elegant female saint who would stand in stark contrast to him?